Chapter 111 Daddy's Love
When the study door opened, sunlight streamed in, illuminating the herbal tomes scattered across the floor. Wei Wuxian stood at his desk, his face as pale as paper, the dark circles under his eyes almost reaching his cheekbones, yet his eyes were startlingly bright. In his hand, he clutched a yellowed sheet of paper, densely written on it—a description of the blood-transfer technique he had discovered in a damaged ancient tome, after spending seven days and seven nights searching for it.
Ancient books say that this technique can cure all kinds of poisons. It requires 81 kinds of rare medicinal herbs to be boiled into a soup, and then the heart blood of a like-minded person is used as a guide, supplemented by the whole body's essence and blood to perform a blood transfusion, so as to transfer the toxins in the poisoned person's body to the practitioner.
The price is that the person who performs the spell will have his blood depleted and will have to take medicine for the rest of his life. He will have to endure six hours of heart-wrenching pain every day and cannot be exposed to wind or cold. If he is not careful, his life will be in danger.
Simply put, it is a life for a life, using his life in exchange for Si Zhui's life.
Wei Wuxian carefully folded the paper and placed it in his arms. He knew that if he told Lan Wangji about this plan, he would definitely not agree. Their child was important, but they were also irreplaceable in each other's hearts.
But he had no choice. Wen Ning's research on the antidote was progressing slowly, and Si Zhui's body was getting weaker day by day. The curve on the monitor was becoming increasingly flat. The doctor said he had at most three days left.
He couldn't wait three days.
Therefore, he could only hide it from everyone, even if Lan Wangji hated and blamed him afterwards, he had to do it.
He left the study. The living room was empty. Lan Wangji had probably gone to Yunshen Pavilion to look after Sizhui. Lan Xichen and his uncle were probably in the side hall, conferring on him. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi were guarding outside the ward.
Very good, just in time.
Wei Wuxian walked into the kitchen and put on an apron. His hands were still shaking slightly, not only from weakness but also from nervousness. He wanted to cook a meal, a meal that would make everyone fall asleep.
He pulled out a small paper bag from his bosom, which contained the tranquilizing powder that Wen Ning had prepared earlier. It was originally used to help Si Zhui sleep. The dosage was not large, but it was enough for a person to sleep for six hours.
Wei Wuxian took a deep breath and carefully poured the tranquilizing powder into the broth, stirring it thoroughly. The broth was the lotus root and pork ribs soup Jiang Yanli had sent him yesterday. He heated it up briefly, and the aroma was rich enough that no one would suspect anything.
The meal was quickly ready. Four dishes and a soup, all of which were everyone's favorites. Wei Wuxian looked at the dishes and suddenly smiled, his eyes welling up. This might be the last time he would cook for them.
"It's time to eat." Wei Wuxian walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes, trying to sound as natural as possible.
Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren walked out of the side hall and were stunned when they saw him.
“Ah Xian, you’re out?” Lan Xichen said in surprise, “You look much better.”
Wei WuXian smiled: "Yeah, I figured it out. I can't stay depressed forever."
Lan Qiren looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally nodded: "Let's eat."
Not long after, Lan Wangji came back. Seeing Wei Wuxian, a hint of surprise and subtle joy flashed in his eyes: "You..."
“Eat first.” Wei WuXian interrupted him and handed him a bowl of soup. “I made your favorite lotus seed soup.”
Lan Wangji took the soup and looked at him, feeling something was amiss. But seeing the light in his eyes, he couldn't bear to question it and could only nod.
Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, and Jin Zixuan also arrived. Seeing the table full of dishes and looking at Wei Wuxian, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems Ah Xian has really figured it out." Jiang Yanli said with a smile, "Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."
Everyone sat together and started eating. Wei Wuxian kept serving them food and urging them to drink their soup, but he himself didn't eat a single bite.
"Why don't you eat?" Lan Wangji asked.
“I’m not hungry.” Wei WuXian smiled, “Just eat.”
Not long after, Lan Jingyi was the first to fall asleep on the table, mumbling, "Sizhui, wake up!" Soon after, Jin Ling, Jin Zixuan, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen... all fell into a deep sleep.
Finally, Lan Wangji also leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Before falling asleep, he looked at Wei Wuxian, his eyes full of confusion and worry. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.
Wei Wuxian looked at the people sleeping in the room, and tears finally fell.
"I'm sorry..." His voice was choked with sobs, "Lan Zhan, brother, uncle, senior sister, Jiang Cheng... I'm sorry..."
He knew it was selfish and a jerk, but he had no choice.
Wei Wuxian wiped his tears, stood up, and took one last look at Lan Wangji. He walked over, gently smoothed his frown, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Lan Zhan, wait until I rescue Si Zhui before you punish me."
"Punish me by not drinking alcohol for the rest of my life, punish me by making lotus seed soup for you for the rest of my life, punish me... by staying with you forever."
He turned around, without looking back, and walked quickly towards the ward in Yunshen Pavilion.
In the ward, Sizhui was still lying on the bed, breathing weakly. Wei Wuxian walked to the bedside and held his cold hand.
"Si Zhui, Daddy is here to save you." His voice was soft, but filled with unmistakable determination. "Don't be afraid, it will be all right soon."
He pulled the ancient book from his pocket, then took out the eighty-one medicinal herbs he had prepared long ago, and began to boil the medicine in the small kitchen outside the ward. The fire flickered, and the aroma of the medicine filled the air, intertwining with the smell of disinfectant in the ward, forming an eerie atmosphere.
Three hours later, the medicine was ready. It was dark purple in color and emitted a strong medicinal aroma.
Wei Wuxian walked into the ward carrying a bowl of medicine and fed Sizhui the liquid bit by bit. The boy swallowed unconsciously, his face still pale.
After doing all this, Wei Wuxian took out a dagger and slashed his wrist without hesitation, blood immediately gushing out. He then slashed his chest, took a drop of his own blood, and dripped it into the blood transfusion device that had been prepared long ago.
"Si Zhui, bear with it." Wei Wuxian's voice trembled as he inserted the needle into his own and Si Zhui's blood vessels and started the instrument.
Bright red blood flowed out of his body, along the tube, and slowly flowed into Si Zhui's body. Meanwhile, the blood in Si Zhui's body, which was filled with toxins, flowed along another tube into the container next to it.
Wei Wuxian could clearly feel his vitality draining away bit by bit, his body growing colder and colder, his head spinning. But as he looked at Sizhui's face, watched his lips gradually regain their color and his breathing become steady, he suddenly felt that it was all worth it.
The pain began to spread, from my wrist to my chest, and then to every part of my body. It felt like countless needles piercing me, or like a raging fire burning me. This was probably what the ancient texts described as a heart-wrenching pain.
Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth, trying not to collapse. He couldn't stop, at least until all the toxins in Sizhui's body were transferred to him.
Time passed little by little, and the sky outside the window gradually brightened.
When the last drop of blood was exchanged, Wei Wuxian's vision went dark and he fell to the ground. In the last second before he lost consciousness, he saw Sizhui's fingers move and his eyelashes tremble.
"It's good that you woke up..."
Wei Wuxian laughed and completely lost consciousness.
In the ward, the instrument made a "beeping" prompt sound, and Si Zhui's vital signs were returning to normal. His face was rosy and his breathing was steady.
Wei Wuxian, lying on the ground, was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and his body was cold, as if he had lost his breath.
The sunlight shone through the window, illuminating everything in the ward - the sleeping boy, the fallen man, and the bowl of cold medicine.
A redemption that cost lives finally came to an end. It's just unknown how those who wake up will face this cruel truth.
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