"Doctor..."
"Miss Song, the patient's lungs were primarily injured, and due to excessive blood loss, she's currently in a comatose state. As for her eyes, we've cleaned and treated the inflammation, but her condition isn't particularly optimistic. It's unlikely to heal completely at once, but we'll only know the specifics when she wakes up. Regarding her vital signs, she's not out of danger yet, so please be prepared ntally," the doctor looked at Song Xici.
Hearing the words "be prepared ntally," Song Xici rubbed her hands together, looking at the doctor. She opened her mouth, but her throat seed choked, unable to speak, feeling as if her heart was being wrenched.
In that mont, Song Xici nearly fainted, so Zhou Yi and ng ng quickly reached out to support her.
Finally, Song Xici steadied herself, lowering her head and saying softly, "Mm, thank you. I understand. Doctor, thank you for your hard work..."
"You're welco, it's our duty," the doctor shook his head, looking at her steadily. "Please believe that we will do our utmost to save every life."
"I believe, I believe..." Song Xici looked at him, nodding vigorously. "I believe in you."
However, probably due to excessive nervousness, her nerves couldn't relax, causing her muscles to beco quite stiff, making Song Xici look very disheveled.
Finally, after the surgery, Tang You'an was taken to the ICU for monitoring.
"Xici, do you want to go ho for a bit? You can't go in right now anyway, so you can't stay by her side. But you need to adjust your own ntal state, you can't collapse," Zhou Yi turned to look at Song Xici, who was standing outside the door covered in blood, and asked softly.
Song Xici heard this but just stared blankly at the ground, not answering.
"Yes, Xici, Miss Zhou is right," Chen Shihan said.
But Song Xici still didn't move.
"Xici, why don't you go ho first to take a shower, change clothes, eat sothing, and rest a bit before coming back? What do you think? Otherwise, if she's out of danger but you're in bad shape, that wouldn't be good..." ng ng, seeing Song Xici's strange ntal state, also spoke softly. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here for you. Don't you trust ?"
But Song Xici still stood there without saying a word.
"At least tidy yourself up a bit, so you don't scare her when she wakes up, right? And it's not like there's no hope at all, she'll get better," Chang Ye walked over to Song Xici, put an arm around her shoulders, and said gently in her ear. "Besides, think about it, her parents are on their way too. If they see you like this, they might go crazy. Also, you should prepare so daily necessities for her, right? In case her condition improves and she can be moved to a regular ward."
Song Xici listened, glanced at her, and finally nodded.
So, in the end, Song Xici left the hospital in Zhou Yi's car, accompanied by Zhou Yi and Chang Ye.
On the way, Song Xici didn't speak, just looking out the window at the passing scenery, her eyes empty.
Chang Ye looked back at her, involuntarily reminded of herself and Zhou Yi years ago.
It was during their sophomore year when she suddenly had acute gastroenteritis, quite severe. But she hadn't gone to the hospital yet and didn't know what was wrong, just feeling intense abdominal pain that made her pale and unsteady on her feet.
On the taxi ride to the hospital with Zhou Yi, she leaned weakly on Zhou Yi's shoulder while Zhou Yi held her hand tightly, appearing calm on the surface, but in reality... Chang Ye still rembered Zhou Yi's palm being full of sweat, and how she took half a step back in relief when the doctor said it wasn't a very serious problem after the examination.
Thinking of this, Chang Ye couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yi in the driver's seat. Zhou Yi was a person whose mouth seed tightly clamped shut, rarely saying things like "I love you," let alone sweet nothings, but actually... at that ti, she did love her, right?
At this mont, Zhou Yi sensed Chang Ye's gaze and turned her head slightly.
Seeing this, Chang Ye turned her head back, pretending nothing had happened, staring straight ahead. So, in the end, they maintained their silence.
Half an hour later, Song Xici was driven ho. After saying goodbye to Zhou Yi and Chang Ye, she entered the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then took off her clothes and walked under the shower, turning on the water.
Watching the bloodstained water swirl down the drain, Song Xici finally crouched down, hugging her knees and sobbing into her hands.
Tang You'an had promised nothing would happen... Yes, she was fine, but how could Tang You'an's current condition be considered fine? Liar...
Crouching on the floor, Song Xici wiped her tears mixed with water again and again, but it felt like she could never wipe them away completely, as new tears kept flowing.
Along with this, her heart seed to ache faintly, and she could barely breathe properly. She had never experienced such a suffocating feeling before, thinking she might die.
After showering, Song Xici wrapped herself in a towel and returned to the mirror. She reached out to touch Tang You'an's toiletries, rembering their daily life together. She sniffled, then packed so things up, carried them to the bedroom, and added Tang You'an's change of clothes and clean towels before heading back to the hospital alone without a word.
With soone constantly on her mind, she couldn't properly rest.
Additionally, due to the sudden incident, the film crew had humanely rearranged the shooting schedule, filming other characters' parts first, giving Song Xici ti to accompany Tang You'an.
When Song Xici arrived at the hospital, she saw Tang Binguo and Pei Qiuyue already sitting on chairs outside the ICU talking with ng ng and Chen Shihan.
Tang Binguo's brow remained furrowed throughout, while Pei Qiuyue occasionally raised her hand to wipe away tears with a tissue. For them, Tang You'an was their own flesh and blood. No matter how strained their relationship had been before, blood was thicker than water. Besides, their relationship had improved recently.
"I'm sorry, it's all because of ..." Standing in front of the elderly couple, Song Xici tightened her grip on the bag, furrowed her brow, and lowered her head.
If only she knew so martial arts like Tang You'an, Zhou Yi, or Chang Ye, she wouldn't have been completely helpless when captured, unable to save herself and needing others to co to her rescue.
Tang Binguo looked at her, opened his mouth, then shook his head: "What are you saying? It's not because of you, it's because of those damned people. Fortunately, they've all been caught now."
Then, Song Xici sat down next to Tang Binguo. However, she still looked completely dispirited.
Finally, ng ng sighed and sat down next to Song Xici, putting an arm around her shoulders, silently patting her gently.
Tang You'an lay in the ICU for several days. During this ti, Song Xici, Tang You'an's friends, her parents, Zhao Zixi, Zhu Huitian, and others ca to visit successively.
Everyone kept saying Tang You'an would definitely get better, and Song Xici firmly believed it too, but her emotions still couldn't settle. Tang You'an's condition seed unstable and not very good.
So, after comforting Tang Binguo and Pei Qiuyue, Song Xici would often hide in the bathroom alone to deal with her own emotions.
Visitors weren't allowed to enter the ICU at will, so for several consecutive days, Song Xici and Tang You'an's parents sat on chairs outside, waiting for her to improve.
However, everyone's condition didn't look particularly good.
Who knows how many days had passed when Tang Binguo and Pei Qiuyue went to rest, and Song Xici took over their seats to continue waiting.
Then, while waiting, Song Xici took out Tang You'an's small diary that she had found at ho today.
The diary looked quite cute, not old-fashioned at all, with a small snowman wearing a blue scarf on the cover, surrounded by Christmas trees. Perhaps because she had cried so much, Song Xici's eyes were very dry, and they felt a bit swollen as she looked at the cover of the diary.
Her fingers caressed the diary's cover for a while before she opened it. She wanted to see Tang You'an's handwriting. If she couldn't see the person, at least seeing her writing would be sothing.
[I've been here for a few days and just purchased paper and pen to make so records.
Master, do you know where your disciple resides now?
Here, cars replace horses, moving extrely fast; houses are built incredibly sturdy, with lights inside like crystals that can turn night into day; there's a brick called a "mobile phone" that can transmit sound over thousands of miles, I don't know what divine being created it...
Also, there's a woman surnad Song, nad Xici, with a beautiful appearance and graceful figure, like an immortal from a painting. If there's a chance, I really want to bring her to et you.
As the saying goes, one should make the best of the situation. I shall act accordingly.
It's been six days since I arrived here. Although there's still much I don't understand, for Xici's sake, I will spare no effort to comprehend everything in the shortest ti possible.]
That must have been when she first arrived. Song Xici rembered how much effort she had put into helping her adapt to modern society, afraid she might be taken away for research if she wasn't careful.
[Master, I seem to have changed sowhat. It's difficult to maintain a calm heart towards everyone, especially Xici. What should I do? Even though she treats
well, I'm never satisfied. I can't stand seeing her getting along with others while leaving
aside, and I always get angry about it.
I know I have no reason to be angry with her, but... What's wrong with ?
Sigh, perhaps it's because I'm not doing well enough. I should focus on my work first. Maybe if I complete everything perfectly, she'll treat
the sa way she treats others.
Keep going.]
Seeing this, Song Xici opened her mouth, let out a breath, and coughed. No, she had done very well. Silly child, what was she thinking? It was actually herself who was too...
[Today, I watched fireworks with her, happy ^-^ ^-^ ^-^
Although we only watched them on video, it still counts as watching the most beautiful thing together... However, it would have been better if she were by my side. But it's okay, she promised to spend New Year's with
next year.]
This diary read like it was written by a teenage girl.
Seeing Tang You'an's hand-drawn emoticons, Song Xici burst out laughing, stroking that part of the page back and forth, then wiped the tears that had seeped from the corners of her eyes and continued turning the pages.
[I might be sick---
Whenever I get close to her, my heart palpitates severely, not to ntion sleeping next to her on the show. Even just lightly touching her makes
break out in a cold sweat. What should I do? I even want to... touch her, kiss her. If she knew I had such thoughts, would she never speak to
again?]
[She really doesn't like
after all. When she heard I had soone I liked, she imdiately cheered and wanted to give
advice.
I don't need her advice.
But I still don't want to be apart from her. Perhaps I'm childish, becoming unreasonable for the candy I want, but I... just don't want to be apart.
I've fallen in love with her.
But how can I make her, who doesn't like won, fall in love with ?]
Seeing this, Song Xici bit her lower lip: "I'm sorry, back then I..."
[She seems to like ... I'm still not sure. Should I confess today? What if I'm rejected? Should I shalessly continue to hold onto her?
---Ah, I confessed, and she accepted! I now feel like the happiest person in the world! I want to give her everything, but thinking carefully, I seem to be penniless right now... But wait, she said she wanted
to take her, and I want to as well, but I have a cold...]
"What on earth are you thinking about, you big fool..." Song Xici read this part several tis, let out a breath, then fingered the pages and continued turning.
[Who wants to kill ? I won't let them succeed.
But what does that person intend to do? I saw on Xici that her lover might disappear. I won't disappear because I can't make her sad. Staying by her side, accompanying her, this is my promise to her.]
[She hugged
on her own initiative...
She kissed ...
Without a doubt, I'm now truly the happiest person in the world!]
……
After reading through the diary, Song Xici closed it, raised her hand to press her forehead, then sniffled, opened her bag, took out a tissue, wiped her tears and nose, and coughed, "Silly..."
"Really, how can she be so silly..." Song Xici's throat moved as her fingertips continued to caress the edges of the diary.
At that mont, a doctor and several nurses hurriedly walked towards the ICU, stopped in front of the door, and finally opened it.
Seeing this, Song Xici imdiately stood up, clutching the diary tightly to her chest, her body involuntarily starting to tremble.
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