Chapter 57...Pain
Mu Yan didn't have much time to think. Even though Shang Qiyue's first reaction in the crisis was to protect him, he didn't have time to have any other thoughts at this moment.
Making a sharp turn... could very likely cause the car to roll over. His driving skills were not proficient, and he couldn't handle this behemoth as skillfully as Shang Qiyue.
Besides, Shang Qiyue... Shang Qiyue was sitting in the passenger seat.
Mu Yan gritted his teeth and slammed on the brakes.
Time seemed to slow down, as the black cab kept getting closer and magnified in front of us.
—With a bang.
The car jolted violently, the airbags deployed abruptly, and Mu Yan's body was thrown to one side, his head slamming into the side door, a sharp pain instantly shooting through him.
Mu Yan could hear nothing but the sound of raindrops hitting the broken glass and his own heavy breathing.
My head hurts, my neck hurts, my chest hurts, everything hurts.
Everything was dark, and even trying to open my eyes was futile.
For a fleeting moment, Mu Yan wondered if he might already be dead, his soul having left his body.
But if I die, will it still hurt this much?
Every breath pulls on the wound, bringing intense pain.
He seems to be... not dead yet.
It seems that when a wealthy person's car is involved in an accident, the person is indeed less likely to die compared to someone driving a car driven by an ordinary person.
But it really hurts...it hurts so much.
If I had listened to Shang Qiyue and swerved the steering wheel, would... the collision have been less severe?
The entire vehicle was almost flipped over by the impact, and the tires left a long trail in the water before finally coming to a stop in the middle of the road.
Shang Qiyue's injuries were far less severe than Mu Yan's. After regaining consciousness, he almost immediately turned to check on Mu Yan's condition in the driver's seat.
"Mu Yan, Mu Yan!"
Mu Yan leaned back in his chair, his lips pale from blood loss. His forehead was broken, and blood trickled down his hair, soaking his collar.
Shang Qiyue's mind went completely blank for a moment.
It's all his fault.
If he hadn't dialed the wrong number today, it wouldn't be Mu Yan who's in trouble now.
If he had been willing to wait for a taxi, even if he had encountered this car again, Mu Yan would have been sitting in the back seat and wouldn't have been injured like this.
He also scolded Mu Yan, saying why he was so slow to arrive and that he must have bought his driver's license because he was too scared to drive.
In the enclosed space, it seemed as if only one's own heartbeat could be heard, ringing deafeningly.
Shang Qiyue had difficulty breathing for a moment. He knew he should calm down, but the more he tried to calm down, the less courage he had to even check Mu Yan's pulse.
He called the police first, turned on his hazard lights, then opened the car door, intending to run to the trunk to get the first aid kit.
His ribs felt like they were broken, and even opening the car door required him to catch his breath several times. With each breath, Shang Qiyue couldn't help but cough up a few mouthfuls of blood.
In the worst-case scenario, the bone might have pierced his lung. But Shang Qiyue was always carefree. He stumbled out of the car, took a first-aid kit from the trunk, and struggled to open the driver's side door.
The damp wind, mixed with rain, lashed against Shang Qiyue's face, sobering him up completely. He felt nauseous, but when he turned around and clutched his chest, he coughed up blood.
Damn it, could it really be a rib piercing his lung?
The situation with the unlicensed taxis was obviously much more serious than theirs, but Shang Qiyue was never a selfless person. He always felt that it was unnecessary to even glance at people who had nothing to do with him.
Mustering his courage, Shang Qiyue laboriously reached out and touched Mu Yan's wrist. Only when he felt the still-beating pulse did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.
Mu Yan is still alive.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here... I'm here..."
Shang Qiyue's voice trembled, it was unclear whether he was comforting the unconscious Mu Yan or himself.
He gave Mu Yan some initial treatment for his wounds and then took out a blanket to drape over him.
Mu Yan's chest rose and fell slightly, but he did not wake up. Shang Qiyue held his wrist, his thumb gently resting on it, feeling Mu Yan's body temperature and pulse.
He's so stupid, so timid, he won't listen when I tell him to turn the steering wheel.
The physical abilities of top-tier alphas are completely different from his. If they suffer the same serious injury, they would be fine after resting for two days. Why should he step forward like this?
Mu Yan's lips moved almost imperceptibly.
Are you awake? How are you feeling?
His eyelids twitched slightly. Shang Qiyue thought he was about to wake up and called his name several times, but there was no response.
Just as Shang Qiyue was feeling disappointed, Mu Yan's lips moved again. He quickly leaned closer, wanting to hear what Mu Yan was saying.
"........pain."
Shang Qiyue felt as if his heart had been struck by a blunt object, and a sour feeling slowly spread from his chest throughout his body.
Mu Yan said he was cold, thirsty and wanted water, and afraid of dying, and Shang Qiyue always found a way to comfort him. Even when Mu Yan blamed himself, saying it was all Shang Qiyue's fault for insisting he drive, which led to the accident, Shang Qiyue wouldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
On this one point, he was powerless, even though he wished he could take the blame for him.
"Hang in there a little longer... just a little longer, okay? The ambulance is coming soon."
Mu Yan frowned slightly and opened his eyes with difficulty.
His consciousness was still hazy; he could only feel intense pain. Tears fell involuntarily because of the pain, and there was probably blood on his face. Because of the tears, the bloodstains, which had long since dried, became sticky again, making him feel particularly uncomfortable.
"...It hurts," Mu Yan murmured. "Will someone come to save...save us?"
Shang Qiyue's heart tightened, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes reddened: "I know... I know you're in pain... Just hang in there a little longer, it'll be quick, the ambulance will be here soon..."
After a car accident, you can't move the injured person casually because the bones might be dislocated. Shang Qiyue didn't dare to move him casually, and he didn't even dare to hold his hand tightly. He just held it loosely and checked his body temperature and pulse again and again.
"Don't be afraid, you'll be alright." Shang Qiyue moved closer to him, pressing his forehead against the back of his trembling hand, his voice almost choked with emotion, "I won't let anything happen to you."
Mu Yan weakly closed his eyes, his eyelashes glistening with moisture.
It hurts so much, I'd rather stay unconscious.
Mu Yan felt very sleepy, but Shang Qiyue kept telling him not to sleep, so Mu Yan had no choice but to open his eyes and look at him.
There were large patches of dried blood on Shang Qiyue's body and blood at the corner of his mouth, but he must have wiped it off hastily, though not carefully, so only a little bit remained.
Seeing that Shang Qiyue was also injured like this, Mu Yan belatedly felt a long-lost fear of death.
I don't want to die, and I don't want... Shang Qiyue to die.
Mu Yan reached out her other hand to grab his hand, but her arm was weak, and when she tightened her fingers, she only managed to grab his sleeve.
“Baby.” Shang Qiyue paused, then grabbed his other hand. “Your pulse is beating so fast, what’s wrong?”
Shang Qiyue's palms were warm; they were the only thing that confirmed he was still alive.
My heart was pounding, and I'd never felt such a strong urge to live.
He still has a mother and an older brother; he is only twenty-three years old.
Despite his life being a complete mess so far, at the moment the car hit him, Mu Yan truly understood the old saying that it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.
"I'm scared... I don't want to die..."
"I won't let you die. No, I'm here, don't be afraid."
Shang Qiyue might not be a talkative person to others, but he wasn't to Mu Yan. Mu Yan had heard all sorts of sweet words from Shang Qiyue, as well as all sorts of hurtful words that he blurted out without any attempt to hide them.
But this was the first time Mu Yan had heard him say such a thing.
Shang Qiyue's voice trembled slightly, a stark contrast to his usual smug and self-assured demeanor.
Perhaps even he himself realized that making a promise in such a tone was unconvincing, so Shang Qiyue grabbed Mu Yan's hand and pressed it against his face, trying his best to calm his tone: "I... please believe me, I won't let anything happen to you..."
"Shang Qiyue..." Mu Yan called him softly, her voice low and a little hoarse.
Shang Qiyue was stunned. This was the first time he had heard Mu Yan call him that. Mu Yan usually called him Mr. or President Shang.
Occasionally, he would playfully tease Mu Yan in bed, and Mu Yan would blush and call him to something else.
For the first time, Shang Qiyue felt that his ordinary three-character name could be called out so tenderly.
His Adam's apple bobbed: "What's wrong, baby?"
"Just now... why did you make me turn the steering wheel to the left?"
Mu Yan's voice was so low it was almost a whisper; he had just cried, and his tone still carried a hint of sobs.
Shang Qiyue saw the black car at the same time as him. He could have guessed it, but Shang Qiyue's driving skills were so much better than his.
At that critical moment, there was absolutely no time for Shang Qiyue to weigh the pros and cons; his shouting out like that was a completely subconscious reaction.
If Mu Yan had been terrified at the time, or if he had weighed the pros and cons and decided that it was safer for him, and had listened to him and swerved sharply to the left, perhaps the passenger would have been the one to collide head-on with that car.
Even after slowing down, they still crash like this. If Mu Yan had chosen to make a sharp left turn back then, what would Shang Qiyue be like now? He doesn't even dare to think about it.
But... why?
"There's no why." Shang Qiyue turned his head away and didn't answer.
There aren't that many "whys" in this world.
Shang Qiyue also wanted to know why.
People are selfish, let alone someone like Shang Qiyue who was unloved by his parents since childhood. He has always known how to seek advantage and avoid harm, so no one can gain an advantage over him.
If he had to give a reason, it would be that Mu Yan was too stupid. Every time Shang Qiyue was with Mu Yan, he felt that even if others didn't try to outsmart him, Mu Yan would still be completely fooled.
Just like with Lu Chong, Lu Chong probably didn't put much effort into deceiving him, and he foolishly gave him his whole heart.
In Shang Qiyue's view, faking bankruptcy is not so easy. Can someone who is truly desperate look the same as someone who clearly still has a way out? Only a fool like Mu Yan would believe such a low-level lie.
Mu Yan is too stupid, as stupid as a puppy. He can't bite when he's bullied, he just looks at you with those wet eyes.
He simply couldn't bear to see his little dog suffer, especially with him standing right there.
He's a top-tier alpha; a minor injury will heal in a few days. Even an injury more serious than Mu Yan's current one might not be life-threatening for him.
“…And what about you?” Shang Qiyue retorted, “I clearly told you to turn left, why didn’t you listen to me?”
Mu Yan paused, then fell silent, not answering immediately.
Yes, why not listen to Shang Qiyue?
If you're lucky and turn quickly, you might escape unscathed. If you're unlucky, Shang Qiyue will be the one who gets hurt more, and your life will be in danger.
Of course, if you're extremely unlucky, it's indeed possible for it to flip over.
Why not listen to Shang Qiyue? Mu Yan asked himself the same question.
Shang Qiyue didn't answer him, so he didn't answer Shang Qiyue either. He just reached out and wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of Shang Qiyue's mouth, bit by bit.
[Author's Note]
Who will be whose puppy is still up in the air.
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