WT Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Emergency – Love is Truly Unreasonable.

Chapter 67 Emergency – Love is truly unreasonable.

At the hospital entrance, ambulances arrived one after another.

Several gurneys were unloaded from the ambulances, placed on transfer beds, and quickly pushed into the emergency center.

Amid the tension, several accompanying doctors ran alongside, rapidly repeating the patients’ conditions.

“Male, omega, severe carbon monoxide poisoning, minor burns on the arm, unconscious.”

Beside the bed, a pale arm lay along the edge, swaying back and forth with the movement. A dark blue striped tie was tightly tied around the wrist, protecting the bleeding wound.

“…”

“Alpha, also severe carbon monoxide poisoning, penetrating wound to the leg, plus many other external injuries, excessive blood loss, has already gone into shock once.”

On the stretcher closely following behind, the blood-stained white cloth was alarming, as they ran and pushed it into the resuscitation center.

As night fell, the Jiang Corporation finally received the news.

Chen Jiale and Assistant Gu rushed to the hospital, only to be stopped by the nurse in the corridor.

Nurse: “Mr. Jiang and Mr. Wen are still not out of danger. You cannot go in. Are you family members? We need a family member’s signature.”

Jiang Lian arrived a little later, belatedly.

His face was full of anxiety, and his finely lined hands trembled slightly as he signed his name on the resuscitation consent forms for Jiang Quanyu and Wen Shixi.

The wind under the dark clouds at night was muted everywhere.

It wasn’t until before dawn that Jiang Quanyu was sent out of the operating room and transferred to the intensive care unit with Wen Shixi.

Apart from the iron cone piercing through his leg, Jiang Quanyu also had many contusions, multiple organ damage, a wound nearly four centimeters long on his head, and a cracked rib.

After repeated treatments in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, the conditions of both men finally gradually stabilized.

Due to the carbon monoxide poisoning, the ensuing long coma lasted for five days.

During these five days, Wen Shixi seemed to be constantly dreaming.

He dreamed of many things from his childhood: scenes from the orphanage, the days and nights of learning piano by Jiang Yan’s side, and, most of all, the memories of him following Jiang Quanyu.

He really wanted to stay in the dream forever, never to wake up.

If, when he was eighteen, nothing had happened, his brother wouldn’t have gone abroad and would have stayed by his side.

But Wen Shixi also felt that he needed to wake up.

He still had many things he wanted to do, and he had to accomplish them.

Late on the fifth night, when the stars twinkled, in a quiet hospital room.

The person lying on the bed, after countless hyperbaric oxygen treatments, finally had his blood indicators return to normal, and slowly opened his eyes.

The figure beside the bed, seeing the person on the bed awake, abruptly stopped playing his game console.

Two seconds later, Chen Jiale, confirming that he wasn’t seeing things, quickly stood up, came to Jiang Quanyu’s side, and pressed the call bell at the head of the bed.

“Oh my god, thank goodness.” Chen Jiale put his hands together and bowed to the sky.

Soon, Chen Jiale saw Jiang Quanyu’s lips move slightly. He leaned closer to the latter’s face and asked, “The doctor will be here soon. What do you want to say?”

Jiang Quanyu’s eyes were slightly open, as if he would lose consciousness again at any moment.

He looked at Chen Jiale, his mouth moving, his voice muffled inside the oxygen mask, slow and weak.

“Wen, Shixi…”

In the quiet room, Chen Jiale, after hearing clearly, was silent for a moment.

Love is truly unreasonable.

“Wen Shixi is fine,” Chen Jiale said. “He hasn’t woken up yet, but all his indicators have returned to normal.”

Jiang Quanyu, hearing this, gently exhaled, a white cloud appearing in the mask.

Before long, several doctors quickly entered the room.

Chen Jiale left the room, leaving an assistant behind, and went downstairs to smoke a cigarette.

When he returned, the oxygen mask on Jiang Quanyu’s face had been removed, and he was sitting on the bed, silently looking at the shadows of the trees outside the window.

Jiang Quanyu heard Chen Jiale return and turned to look at him.

Then, Jiang Quanyu slowly opened his mouth.

His voice was almost unbearably dry, and he asked again.

“Chen Jiale, where is Shixi?”

Chen Jiale, hearing this, felt like he wanted to smoke another cigarette.

“Next door,” Chen Jiale said.

In the quiet hospital corridor, two figures supported each other, dragging an IV drip stand, slowly moving forward.

The short distance of a few meters took Jiang Quanyu an exceptionally long time to walk.

Then, as he stood outside Wen Shixi’s room, he looked up, looking inside through the glass.

Wen Shixi lay on the clean white bed, also wearing a breathing mask, his face serene and peaceful.

His thin chest was rising and falling slightly, his breathing gentle and even.

With relief, a glimmer of light gently flowed from Jiang Quanyu’s eyes.

The image of the fire scene in his mind finally dissipated bit by bit.

The moment he woke up, he was so afraid that he had failed to rescue Wen Shixi.

Inside the room, Assistant Gu, who was guarding Wen Shixi’s bedside, saw Jiang Quanyu and immediately stood up to open the door.

Jiang Quanyu slowly walked into the room and came to the bedside.

He endured the pain in his chest, frowned, and slowly sat down, looking at Wen Shixi’s lightly closed eyes.

Chen Jiale, seeing this, called the assistant, and together they left the room.

For a moment, in the quiet room, only two weak bodies remained, quietly guarding each other.

Jiang Quanyu reached out and gently took Wen Shixi’s hand, which was exposed outside the blanket.

The doctor had just said that severe carbon monoxide poisoning could lead to serious complications, such as brain damage or damage to the central nervous system.

While unconscious, Jiang Quanyu remembered many things from Wen Shixi’s childhood.

His throat was still very sore, and he said hoarsely.

“Shixi… please wake up soon.”

His little one was afraid of the dark and afraid of being alone, so he shouldn’t be lost in a dream like this.

In a soft murmur, Wen Shixi’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Words like feathers drifted into the false dream, exceptionally warm and soft.

In the dreamlike night, Jiang Quanyu sat by the bed, guarding a small lamp, for a long, long time.

It seemed that he had finally fulfilled his wish, sitting quietly through the night beside the person he wanted to protect, not needing the dawn, no matter how late the night.

In his dream, Wen Shixi still wandered for a long time, finally slowly regaining consciousness in a wave of warmth.

At dawn, sunlight shone on his lightly closed eyes, and his vision was filled with a warm orange light filtering through his eyelids.

His eyelashes fluttered, opening bit by bit in the sunlight.

The familiar scent of pheromones lingered in the quiet room—amber wood and juniper berries—floating in the sunlight, the air like the warm, clear seawater of a summer shoal, comfortable and warming.

Wen Shixi’s vision was blurred, and he only opened his lips and softly murmured.

“Brother…”

–

After Wen Shixi woke up, the doctor quickly arrived and gave him a thorough check-up.

All his blood indicators were within a reasonable range of recovery, and apart from the minor burn on his wrist, he had almost no other injuries.

The doctors and nurses were busy until noon. After lunch, Assistant Gu returned Wen Shixi’s personal belongings from that day, including his cell phone and Jiang Quanyu’s watch, and then went with the doctor to retrieve the test results.

Wen Shixi sat alone in the hospital room, looking at the charred black mark on the corner of his phone case. At that moment, someone happened to come to the door of the room.

The person, seeing that Wen Shixi was awake, paused at the door, then strode into the room.

“Senior!” Song Nanxing said happily, “You’re finally awake.”

Wen Shixi, lying on the bed, saw that it was Song Nanxing and pointed to his throat, indicating that he couldn’t speak much yet.

Song Nanxing quickly said, “It’s good that you’re awake. Everything else can be nursed back to health slowly.”

Before long, the nurse came to change the dressing on Wen Shixi’s wrist wound.

The nurse, seeing Song Nanxing, showed a look of indifference.

Over the past few days, Song Nanxing had come to see Wen Shixi every day. Someone had also seen him in the police records, carrying Wen Shixi out of the fire.

But because the room had been guarded by people arranged by Wen Shixi’s family, Song Nanxing had not been able to enter the room and had only looked in at the door each time.

The nurse, while wrapping the gauze, asked, “Are you two lovers?”

The nurse’s question was abrupt, and both of them paused.

In the silence, Wen Shixi shook his head.

The nurse, seeing this, smiled at Wen Shixi and said, “Many people saw that he rescued you from the fire.”

Wen Shixi, hearing this, showed a bit of surprise and looked at Song Nanxing by the bed.

He frowned slightly.

Was it… Song Nanxing?

However, he seemed to have smelled the rosin on the violin bow from the person who had been holding him.

Song Nanxing showed a bit of shyness and quickly said, “Actually, it wasn’t…”

At that moment, Assistant Gu returned, carrying the test report and walking into the room. He saw Song Nanxing and showed a bit of bewilderment.

Assistant Gu: “Why are you here again?”

Assistant Gu’s mood was a bit complicated when he saw Song Nanxing.

He had accompanied Jiang Quanyu to discuss a partnership with the symphony orchestra and had been blackmailed, so he originally didn’t like Song Nanxing’s family very much.

But if Song Nanxing hadn’t come out and immediately told everyone that Jiang Quanyu was still inside, Jiang Quanyu would probably be dead by now.

Song Nanxing, being questioned, showed a bit of awkwardness. “I saw the door wasn’t closed, so I just came in.”

Assistant Gu looked at Wen Shixi. “Do you need to rest now?”

Wen Shixi shook his head, but soon he opened his mouth and asked with a dry, hoarse voice, “The test report, what does it say?”

“It doesn’t seem to be a nerve problem,” Assistant Gu said. “The doctor only said to recommend that you rest for a few more days and see.”

Wen Shixi slightly lowered his eyes, looking at his wrist that was being bandaged.

The nurse, seeing this, comforted him. “If you’re really worried, talk to the doctor and get your hand checked out.”

Song Nanxing, puzzled, asked, “Senior, what’s wrong with your hand?”

Wen Shixi looked grave and didn’t speak for a moment.

Since he had woken up, he had been feeling that he couldn’t put any strength into his injured right hand. No matter how hard he clenched it, his fingers could only curl up barely.

Wen Shixi had asked the doctor, but the doctor kept saying that this was a normal phenomenon and that he shouldn’t worry.

Song Nanxing sat for a while and soon left under the pressure that Assistant Gu was unconsciously emitting.

Wen Shixi lay down for a while, feeling too uneasy, and slowly got up, going with Assistant Gu to find the doctor.

The doctor, hearing this, understood Wen Shixi’s anxiety and gave him a form to see a neurologist for an examination.

–

At the same time, Jiang Quanyu, under pressure from his grandfather, had reluctantly transferred to that well-equipped private hospital.

A few days ago, after hearing that Jiang Quanyu was in trouble, Old Mr. Jiang had rushed back from Washington. He was now standing in Jiang Quanyu’s luxurious hospital room, not saying a word.

Jiang He Li had spent twenty-some years cultivating Jiang Quanyu, but Jiang Quanyu had rushed into a fire like that for an adopted son.

The old man, who had been floating in the business world his whole life, emanated a dignified authority. He was wearing a Chinese suit embroidered with dark patterns, the fabric was lustrous and rich, and he was sitting on the sofa not far from the bed, holding a wood-carved cane in his hand.

Jiang Quanyu, lying on the bed, was equally silent. He had agreed to transfer to this hospital simply because he didn’t want his grandfather to meet Wen Shixi and say anything unpleasant.

He had originally planned to complete the procedures and go back to see Wen Shixi immediately, but he hadn’t expected his grandfather to come over directly and stay in the room, watching him the whole time.

After a moment, Jiang Quanyu spoke.

“I have something to do later and need to go to the company. If you don’t have anything to say, go back to the old house and rest.”

Jiang He Li scoffed. “The company?”

It seemed that he had spent twenty-some years only to raise a madman who would risk his life for an omega.

Did Jiang Quanyu have anything else in his heart besides Wen Shixi?

Jiang Quanyu frowned, hearing this, his face extremely cold.

“Ah, but speaking of which, Grandpa hasn’t been back for a long time,” Jiang Quanyu said indifferently, reminding him, “Don’t you want to take a look at the company’s accounts first? See how much your shares are still worth?”

Outside the neurology department, Wen Shixi, after seeing the doctor and undergoing various tests, returned to the ward to patiently await the test results.

Wen Shixi returned to the ward and then sat by the bed, looking at his hand, his heart inexplicably tightening.

Assistant Gu, seeing that Wen Shixi was constantly looking at his hand, asked, “Is it very painful?”

Wen Shixi said faintly, “Yeah, a little.”

Assistant Gu, hearing this, went to the nurses’ station to ask if there was anything they could do.

The nurse liked Wen Shixi very much and brought an ice pack, coming to the ward with Assistant Gu.

The nurse, while helping Wen Shixi apply the ice pack, saw that his face looked terrible and asked, “Is it still very painful?”

Wen Shixi bit his lower lip, sitting by the bed, his face showing neither melancholy nor nervousness.

The nurse comforted him. “You really don’t need to worry too much. This level of injury won’t damage the nerves. When you were brought to the hospital, the wound was tightly wrapped with a tie, which was handled very well. Because the weather was cold, there wasn’t much infection.”

Wen Shixi, hearing this, was slightly stunned.

He opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, “…A tie?”

“Yes,” the nurse said gently. “A men’s tie.”