Chapter 58 We're all alright
You see, Shang Qiyue looked at Mu Yan's eyes as he looked away and thought silently, you can't explain it either.
The ambulance siren blared as it approached from afar.
We're saved.
Shang Qiyue felt that Mu Yan's hand, which he was holding tightly, loosened almost the instant he heard the horn.
Mu Yan wanted to turn around to look, but Shang Qiyue's hand pressed against his cheek first, blocking him from turning around.
He blinked gently, and tears of relief quickly streamed down his face.
They were saved.
"The ambulance is here, don't worry, it's not fake. Don't move your head around, you might have injured your cervical spine. Wait for them to arrive and then follow their instructions."
The siren grew closer, and the ambulance's headlights shone brightly in their rearview mirror. Slowly, the ambulance stopped not far behind their car.
Before the ambulance door even opened, Shang Qiyue suddenly grabbed Mu Yan's hand and gave it a light, fleeting kiss.
Mu Yan was surprised by his sudden action. His eyes widened, and for a moment he seemed to lose all feeling of pain from his injury. The spot on his palm where Shang Qiyue had kissed him suddenly felt like it was on fire, and then the heat spread throughout his body.
........
When I woke up, there was a white ceiling above me.
While still in the ambulance, Mu Yan fainted. He had no recollection of what happened afterward and didn't know how much time had passed.
This is a very high-end private ward. The decor doesn't look as cold and formulaic as a regular ward. It's more like a suite in a luxury hotel than a ward.
However, Mu Yan clearly remembered that the ambulance that arrived was from the Second Municipal Hospital.
There were instruments monitoring the patient's condition next to the bed, and soon the doctor came in.
"Hello Mr. Mu, I am your attending physician, my surname is Zheng."
"Dr. Zheng." Mu Yan nodded politely.
Dr. Zheng looked to be in his fifties and wore thick-rimmed glasses. He came over to check the readings on the monitor, then stopped by Mu Yan's bedside and said gently, "Your condition has stabilized. We've already treated the external injuries, so just rest. A little movement is fine, don't worry too much. Try to eat light meals, but there's no need to just drink porridge. Just eat a normal diet to supplement your nutrition, and avoid spicy foods."
"Thank you, doctor. You've worked so hard."
"Do you have any other questions for me?" Dr. Zheng smiled kindly at Mu Yan.
This was Mu Yan's first time staying in a private hospital. He didn't know if it was because of Shang Qiyue or because all doctors in private hospitals were like this, but Dr. Zheng seemed to be particularly patient with him.
"Doctor..." Mu Yan hesitated before speaking, "How long have I been unconscious? Will my family worry?"
What Mu Yan initially wanted to ask was how Shang Qiyue was doing, but the words stuck in her throat.
He had been transferred here from the Second Hospital, so Shang Qiyue should be fine. Otherwise, he couldn't think of anyone he knew who would go to such lengths and spend so much money to transfer him here.
“From the time you were transferred to our hospital, you were probably unconscious for less than 24 hours. There were no procedures involved in the rescue process that required notifying your family. Do you live with your family? I think Mr. Shang will speak to your family on your behalf.”
The family must be notified only when the patient is critically ill and needs to sign a consent form. It seems that the injury is not that serious yet, and the mother and brother probably do not know yet.
"No, we don't live together." Seeing that he brought up Shang Qiyue, Mu Yan couldn't help but ask, "Um... how is Mr. Shang now?"
“Mr. Shang’s injuries are not as serious as yours,” the doctor said with a reassuring smile. “However, he should still be resting now. Once he wakes up, someone will inform him that you have woken up.”
Dr. Zheng showed no impatience and maintained a friendly smile. Mu Yan felt he had bothered her for too long and thanked him quietly.
His personal belongings were packed on the bedside table. After Dr. Zheng left, Mu Yan took out his phone from there. He was a little hungry and wanted to see if he could order takeout.
The location here is quite remote, and the nearest delivery takes almost an hour to arrive. Mu Yan felt really hungry and probably couldn't wait that long, so he thought he'd go downstairs to see if there was a cafeteria.
The doctor didn't tell him he couldn't move around, and he felt much better. Without thinking too much, Mu Yan helped himself to sit up, carefully got out of bed, and walked towards the door.
The floor was covered with carpet, which was thick and soft, but it felt a bit light and airy when you stepped on it, making it feel unreal.
I feel... a bit weak, and I don't know how far the cafeteria is from the elevator.
Mu Yan didn't intend to force himself to stay awake and quickly decided to order takeout. Just as he was about to turn around and slowly walk towards the bed, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Shang Qiyue's hand firmly supported his waist. Mu Yan was not actually so weak that he couldn't stand up, but perhaps because he was not used to resisting Shang Qiyue, he did not refuse.
When Mu Yan saw him, she was stunned for a moment. Before she could say anything, Shang Qiyue easily lifted her up by her knees and put her back on the bed.
Mu Yan sat on the bed and looked up, meeting Shang Qiyue's bloodshot eyes. The other man had clearly not rested well; his hair was also a bit messy, which was quite unusual for Shang Qiyue, who was usually very conscious of his appearance.
"Why did you get out of bed so soon after waking up?"
"I want to go get some food..."
"I asked Assistant Luo to add your contact information and have him take care of you. I didn't have him stay in the room because I was afraid you'd feel awkward. Why didn't you check the message?" Shang Qiyue said reproachfully, but as if realizing his tone was inappropriate, he quickly changed his tone, "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone buy it."
“Anything is fine…” Mu Yan said softly, “I’m a little hungry.”
Shang Qiyue lowered his head and sent a message, telling Mu Yan to lie down a little longer, and that the food would be brought over soon.
Not long after, Luo Cheng knocked on the door. He waited for Shang Qiyue to respond before pushing the door open and coming in, carrying a bag containing several insulated lunch boxes.
Shang Qiyue took the lunchbox and gestured for him to leave. The lunchbox was clean and tidy, and several hot stir-fried dishes smelled delicious. Luo Cheng also packed a bowl of hot corn and pork rib soup.
Shang Qiyue stood to the side, like a parent watching a child eat, not speaking to Mu Yan, just watching him eat as if supervising him.
However, Mu Yan has never been a worry when it comes to eating. Even though Luo Cheng packed a few extra dishes, he ate most of them.
After the meal, Mu Yan wanted to pack up his lunchbox himself, but Shang Qiyue stopped him. He couldn't argue with Shang Qiyue, so he could only lean against the headboard and look at him.
Shang Qiyue tidied up the lunchboxes, wiped the table clean, and then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
Mu Yan's eyelashes drooped, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep again.
He had been unconscious for almost a day, so of course he couldn't sleep. However, because he had just been injured and had little energy, he looked drowsy even though he couldn't sleep.
After a while, as if he had finally mustered up his courage, he reached out and hugged Mu Yan.
Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then hugged him back.
Shang Qiyue hugged her a little too tightly, his bones digging into her. But Mu Yan didn't move, simply letting him hold her.
He had a pretty good idea of what Shang Qiyue wanted to say to him.
He saved Shang Qiyue, which wasn't a big deal. He himself couldn't explain why he chose to protect Shang Qiyue at that time.
If someone else were sitting in the passenger seat and, in a dangerous situation, told Mu Yan to turn left to protect himself, Mu Yan might choose to save him out of gratitude or for some other reason.
Besides, that person was Shang Qiyue, who gave him the 150,000 he needed most in his life.
Regardless of his original intentions, he saved his mother's life.
Shang Qiyue doesn't owe him anything.
Just as Mu Yan made up his mind to speak, he felt a warm, wet liquid drip onto his neck.
It slid down his collarbone.
“Shang Qiyue..”
Did he cry?
Mu Yan dared not ask.
“I…” Shang Qiyue’s voice was very steady, without any sobs. “I was so worried about you… Even when they told me you were alright while you were still asleep, I couldn’t fall asleep.”
So even though the doctor told him Shang Qiyue was resting, he still came over at this time?
"In the car... before you woke up... I turned to look at you, and blood was flowing down your forehead, your clothes were covered in blood, and your face was very pale. At that moment, I thought, it's all my fault, it's all my fault for wanting to go home to sleep, it's all my fault for letting you drive."
Mu Yan's face was very pale at that time, so pale... like the face of a dead person.
Shang Qiyue had seen dead people when he was very young. When his mother passed away, Shang Qiyue was still abroad. His father brought him back by helicopter and asked him to see her one last time.
Shang Qiyue still doesn't know why his father made a teenager identify his mother's corpse.
When he saw his mother for the last time in the hospital, fear far outweighed grief. He wailed as his elders had hoped, but they didn't know that Shang Qiyue was actually crying from fear.
The corpse was pale, and the hands were stiff. In Shang Qiyue's limited memories, his mother liked to wear makeup, but the whiteness achieved with foundation was worlds apart from the whiteness of a corpse.
What would he do if Mu Yan died in front of him?
Shang Qiyue didn't dare to think about it at all. He only dared to talk nonsense to the unconscious Mu Yan, perhaps even to himself, saying that he would not let Mu Yan die, that he would not allow Mu Yan to die in front of him.
"I'm alright now, we're all alright."
Mu Yan patted his back like she was comforting a child: "Shang Qiyue, we're all alright now."
"It's not your fault. Haven't you heard people say that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune? We are all blessed people. My mother said that if someone is destined to face a calamity, there's no escaping it. Yesterday wasn't a typhoon, it was just raining. I didn't make any mistakes while driving; it was that other car that suddenly went out of control. Even if we take a taxi home, we might still run into that car."
"It's not your fault, don't be sad."
Mu Yan turned his head slightly and saw that Shang Qiyue was indeed crying. He leaned over and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his lips, very lightly, like a feather drifting by.
[Author's Note]
I've changed the character design card; the previous QQ number is posted on Weibo. I'm not going to ask for a top/bottom design for now, sob. I want to use the same artist, but I'm afraid I'll end up with three identical 3/7 parted bangs designs.
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