Fu Shihan of course knew that Su Wanxin hadn’t returned to make ands with him.
If he hadn’t been clinging to her relentlessly, she would have kept avoiding him, never daring to step over the boundary.
She kept telling him nothing was wrong, that she was fine, that she wasn’t in pain. But this is the result now, she has been admitted to the hospital again, she’s not fine at all, she’s in so much pain she can’t continue living.
Despair, fear, nightmares finally crushed her.
She just wanted to sleep well, with no one forcing her away, no one asking her for the truth, no one frightening her with the ghosts and monsters she feared the most.
...
The lights in the ergency surgery room were constantly on, and Fu Shihan leaned against the wall, watching silently until his phone rang.
Fu Shiyi knew he had gone to find Su Wanxin and couldn’t help but probe. "Brother, are you with her?"
"Yes."
"Then can you pass the phone to her? I have sothing I want to say to her."
"Not now, maybe later."
Fu Shiyi frowned slightly, "Brother, I just want to say a couple of words, I’m begging you."
"Shiyi, I’m at the hospital," Fu Shihan sighed, "Wanwan is in the ER, being resuscitated."
The phone slipped from his hand and smashed onto the floor.
Fu Shiyi’s hands slightly trembled, his face ashen.
What on earth had she done...
How could she say those things to her...
"What happened?"
Li Mo and Zhong Xian were nearby, observing her reaction, and frowned. Fu Shiyi looked their way, silent for a long mont before speaking slowly: "Wanxin... is in the hospital for ergency treatnt."
Zhong Xian froze, then slapped his forehead and sighed heavily.
He knew it!
A depression patient living alone was like having a ti bomb set to explode at any mont!
The feeling of defeat, unwillingness, and self-bla was unbearable for Zhong Xian as a doctor, especially when a patient encountered such a situation during his treatnt.
He looked at Li Mo, speaking directly: "Madam, let’s postpone today’s treatnt. We’ll reschedule. I need to leave for a bit."
Li Mo nodded, watched him leave, then turned to Fu Shiyi, saying softly, "Go to the hospital and have a look."
"Are you going?"
"...No." Li Mo clenched his teeth. "It’s not a funeral. Why should so many people go? Notify when she wakes up."
"Alright."
Fu Shiyi turned and left. By the ti he reached the hospital, Su Wanxin was still unconscious, showing no signs of waking.
On the hospital bed, her breathing was weak, with two dark shadows under her eyes, as if she hadn’t rested properly for days.
Fu Shihan stood by the bed, saying nothing when he saw Fu Shiyi arrive. He just stared unblinkingly at the person on the bed, lost in thought.
Outside the hospital room, Zhan Che smoked irritably.
He had personally saved Su Wan from the brink of death several tis, but never had he felt as troubled as today.
Suicide by sleeping pills was the most painful and undignified way to die. Consciousness would blur, and the internal organs would feel like they were being sliced with a knife. Particularly, the follow-up stomach pumping and resuscitation were nothing short of a living hell.
Moreover, even if she were saved, there might be various lasting complications. As a doctor, this was what he feared the most, which was why Zhan Che was so utterly frustrated now.
With Fu Shihan and Fu Shiyi watching over inside the hospital room, Mu Suyu ca out to find him, and they exchanged glances.
"Her body can’t withstand this anymore. Even if she’s saved this ti, there won’t be a next ti."
Zhan Che spoke bluntly.
"You all don’t have any solution at all? If it continues like this, it might be better to let her..."
"My brother has found a way, just wait until she wakes up," Mu Suyu whispered. "Once she wakes up, we’ll take her away, and she’ll never return."
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