Baosheng
"Mr. Lin... Is Mister back?"
A weak voice ca from the bed. That youth struggled to sit up, dim twilight spilling from the window behind him... In the haze, a white bandage stained with blood was wrapped around his eyes.
The instant Chen Ling saw this scene, his heart felt like it twitched, his entire person remaining frozen in place like a statue.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
"Mister, don't co near , stay away... I have several viruses on , they will infect you."
Kong Baosheng tilted his head, as if listening to the movent at the door. He seed to have already recognized the figure outside the door. After all, at this ti, the only one who could be brought here by Li Qingshan was Chen Ling... While coughing weakly, he spoke, his tone full of worry.
Chen Ling's hands beneath his sleeves clenched silently. After taking a deep breath, as if he hadn't heard Kong Baosheng's reminder at all, he slowly walked toward the bed.
Hearing Chen Ling walk towards here, Kong Baosheng was sowhat at a loss for what to do. Wrapped in his blanket, he carefully moved backward, seemingly still wanting to maintain so safe distance from Chen Ling.
"Mister, don't co any closer, my illness is very contagious..."
"Don't be afraid." Chen Ling's deep voice directly interrupted his words. "If these viruses can infect even , then I'm afraid the entirety of humanity would have already died out."
Chen Ling was the Calamity of Mockery, the strongest creature in this world. He ate those Poisonous Insects of the Ghost Mockery Abyss as snacks, what other virus could infect him?
Hearing Chen Ling's response, Kong Baosheng froze slightly...
Then a trace of a smile squeezed out from his pale corners of the mouth:
"As expected of Mister."
These five words were Kong Baosheng's admiration, but falling into Chen Ling's heart, they were like five thorns. An indescribable pain and guilt surged from the bottom of his heart. He sat by the window, staring blankly at Kong Baosheng like this for a long ti before asking softly:
"Baosheng, what happened to your eyes?"
"Mhm... just fell ill, and then, one of the viruses attacked the eyes." Kong Baosheng's voice grew smaller and smaller, adding, "But actually it's fine, it doesn't hurt that much, it's just... just that I can't see anymore."
Chen Ling gently reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the corner of Kong Baosheng's bandage-wrapped eye. The latter imdiately acted as if he had been electrocuted, shrinking back slightly in pain.
In the dim twilight, Chen Ling's gaze was incredibly complex.
"I'm sorry, Mister." Kong Baosheng took the initiative to break the silence,
"It was who prepared that Invitation Card, and then asked Mister Li to help deliver it to you... Actually, actually there was no major matter, it was just that I wanted to invite you back while I could still barely see things clearly at the ti... I wanted you to take a look, take a look at what the Jinghong Theater looks like now."
"I had been reading the newspapers before, I know Mister is very amazing, and busy with many things... At the ti, I thought that perhaps it would be fine if you just squeezed out even a few hours. After all, it was you who gave hope back then, without you, there wouldn't be today's Jinghong Theater..."
"You don't need to apologize to , Baosheng." Chen Ling said softly. "It is I who should apologize to you... I arrived late."
Chen Ling's apology was very sincere. He didn't expect that behind that Invitation Card actually represented Kong Baosheng's final 'light'... Perhaps he just wanted to invite him back before he completely lost his sight, and then as Li Qingshan said, witness with his own eyes the brilliance of this Theater House in Kong Baosheng's hands.
Unfortunately, he ultimately missed it in the end. When he hurried over, there was only an empty Theater House, and a completely blinded Kong Baosheng.
"For Mister to be able to return, I am already very happy." A smile surfaced on the corners of Kong Baosheng's mouth beneath the bandage,
"Actually, originally I prepared several programs on that day. I even wrote an Opera Script myself, and invited the best Thespians in this Domain, wanting to perform it for you to see..."
"Now I have returned." Chen Ling spoke seriously. "I have plenty of ti, I can watch it slowly."
Kong Baosheng shook his head, a trace of bitterness surfacing on his face:
"Mister... those Thespians successively died of illness a few days ago."
Chen Ling froze in place.
Kong Baosheng sat on the bed, slightly lowering his head.
"Mister, the Jinghong Theater is still that Jinghong Theater, but the current Hidden Clouds Domain is no longer the Red Dust Domain from back then... Now, people are dying everywhere, even I... probably don't have much ti left."
"No." Chen Ling grabbed his hand. "Baosheng, you won't die... I will think of a way to cure your illness. You're only a teenager, you are still young, the Jinghong Theater still needs you."
Kong Baosheng felt the warmth transmitted from the palm of his hand, and the smile on his pale face grew increasingly bright. As if he had fulfilled a wish, even the haze of illness on his body seed to have lessened slightly...
He didn't respond to Chen Ling's words, but spoke gently:
"Mister, your room has always been kept for you, still in its original position..."
"I don't have the strength to cook anymore. I still stocked so dry rations in the Kitchen, if you are hungry, you can go eat so... But the taste is definitely not as good as what I make myself, please don't disdain it."
Saying these few sentences seed to have exhausted all of Kong Baosheng's strength, his entire person becoming groggy and dazed.
Chen Ling saw his exhaustion and didn't say anything more. Just after instructing him to rest well, he walked out of the room.
Outside the room, Li Qingshan had already been waiting for a long ti.
This was still Li Qingshan's first ti seeing Chen Ling's deanor so compassionate and lost. He could roughly guess what the two had chatted about. After sighing lightly, he spoke to comfort:
"Brother Chen, both Baosheng and I know that you must have encountered so matter to not be able to rush over to watch the performance... You don't need to feel too guilty. Really, Baosheng is already very happy to be able to see you."
"How long has he been sick?"
"Must be... a month and a half now."
"Has he seen a doctor?"
"He has. I even used my Privilege to take him to find the Doctors of the Path of the Physician in the Hidden Clouds Domain... But right now they are already going crazy with busyness. They said that in the entire Hidden Clouds Domain, there are at least over thirty kinds of viruses circulating, and they mutate too fast. Baosheng's body is infected with at least three different viruses, so even they have no way."
Chen Ling took a deep breath, nodding to indicate he understood. Then his wheelchair gently floated up, directly ascending toward the second floor of the Theater House along the stairs. This brand new Jinghong Theater was indeed much better than the one in the Red Dust Domain. Chen Ling's wheelchair advancing on the floor didn't make ear-piercing creaking sounds.
When he arrived at the second floor, he familiarly opened the door to a room, and everything familiar once again entered his line of sight.
Seeing this perfectly one-to-one recreated room, Chen Ling's gaze grew increasingly profound. He directly went to sit on the edge of the bed. Thought Storm left his body, flying straight in a certain direction...
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