Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox
Chapter 536 - 534: "Be Good, I’m Tired, I Want to Sleep.
This is a way, a glimmer of hope that can save Tang Si.
In the depths of Song Yi’s heart, there was a flicker of hope, but it vanished in an instant.
Fu Jingsheng is a genius doctor of the T Organization.
His relationship with the T Organization should be severed now because he let her go on the cruise ship.
If Fu Jingsheng is to be asked to save Tang Si, Fu Jingsheng might come, and he wouldn’t refuse.
Fu Jingsheng’s admiration and fondness for Tang Si are not in words, but in actions.
But Tang Si, as a people’s police officer, would he accept help from someone in a crime organization?
The answer is obviously no...
"What’s wrong?" Bo Shiyin looked at Song Yi’s displeased expression and asked.
"If you’re worried about his health..." Bo Shiyin paused slightly: "To be honest, you should be worried because there’s really something wrong with his health."
"However, this issue is not something you can solve directly by worrying about it."
"So, you should learn to slow down your own mood," Bo Shiyin said, "You need to know, there’s someone else inside your belly, your emotions really can’t afford too much turbulence."
Song Yi nodded slightly, "Thank you, I know."
"Can I go up to see him now?"
Bo Shiyin pursed his lips slightly, "It’s best not to."
"Now he needs a quiet environment to rest, in fact, he has a proud side in his bones, and he wouldn’t want you to see him in a sorry state."
"Whether seen or unseen, I’ve already seen it." Song Yi: "His first reaction was to come home, not to go elsewhere."
Bo Shiyin: "Yes, maybe home is the place he subconsciously wants to go the most."
"But it’s best for you to wait a couple of hours before going up, because his mind is very weak now, he needs solitude, no noise."
"I understand," Song Yi: "Thank you for coming by so late."
"It’s no trouble," Bo Shiyin slightly adjusted his glasses, "I’m afraid he’ll die, that’s why I came."
Song Yi: "I know you’re no longer in a doctor-patient relationship."
With so many years of interaction, they should have been used to it by now; they should be in a friendship.
Yet Bo Shiyin stood up at this time, slightly shaking his head, saying: "You’re wrong, if he dies, no one will make money for me."
"Over the years, he’s been my major client, if he dies, my income will drop significantly."
Song Yi didn’t respond to this.
She understood what Bo Shiyin meant by his words.
Some people clearly care, but their surface meaning is not so.
However, whether oneself or others, can see through it.
"Are you leaving now?" Song Yi asked as she watched him stand up.
Bo Shiyin nodded, "I’m going back to get some things and come again, Tang Si’s current situation is unstable, I can’t take him away."
After all, he’s not fit to move.
Song Yi nodded, "Alright, be careful on your way back."
"Sure."
Just then, four or five men in black came in from outside, exuding a menacing aura.
Song Yi frowned and looked at Bo Shiyin.
Bo Shiyin explained, "To ensure your safety, Tang Si is an honored criminal police officer, involved in murder, robbery, anti-drug campaigns, and criminal cases, he almost deals with everything."
"So in this sense, he has quite a few enemies."
"In these critical times, who knows how many people have received news and want to seek revenge on him," Bo Shiyin: "I’ll be careful when I go out, not attracting attention."
"After all, he’s well aware of this in his heart, and he returned specifically avoiding the possibility of being discovered."
"So, he might have walked back the whole way."
"You should also keep an eye on things, and it’s best not to expose the fact that he’s at home," Bo Shiyin said slowly.
Generally, people mixed with someone like Tang Si have a more sensitive judgment of danger.
"I know."
She’s aware of this, which is why she didn’t notify the police department immediately, even knowing they’re looking for Tang Si, and she called Bo Shiyin instead.
She didn’t call an ambulance either.
And at the moment when Tang Si collapsed in front of her, trying to speak.
She had already understood in her heart.
...
After Bo Shiyin left, Song Yi made some digestible food for Tang Si at home.
If he wakes up, he can just heat it in the microwave and eat if he wants.
Song Yi previously couldn’t cook or do kitchen work.
But it wouldn’t be good if neither of them knew how.
They couldn’t both be at home relying on takeout.
Tang Si didn’t have time to learn, so it was up to her.
Once everything was ready, the timing was just about right.
Song Yi went upstairs to check on Tang Si.
The room hadn’t changed much, just more instruments beside the bed.
The man on the bed lay quietly, the room only lit by dim light.
It seemed that whether he was awake or asleep, he was immersed in gloom.
Song Yi frowned and turned on the main light.
With that, the man’s appearance on the bed became clear.
The blanket covered him; his face was pale, bloodless, completely devoid of vitality, appearing sickly and frail.
At this moment, Song Yi felt as though something pierced her heart deeply.
She didn’t know what Tang Si went through on his return, what he wanted to say to her when he came back.
She only knew that he lay there, not so unparalleled, not so humorous and capable of making her laugh.
Every breath Song Yi took made her heart wrench with pain.
Though Tang Si often spoke of life and death lightly, saying that even if he died, it didn’t matter. But she never imagined that one day this man might leave her side.
She couldn’t bear to lose him.
He didn’t know how much he needed her.
Song Yi walked to the bedside, sitting there, quietly watching his face.
She dared not touch him, just watching him.
It seemed he had serious injuries. Or perhaps not; Bo Shiyin had only mentioned the chronic poison in his body earlier, without any other details.
Outside the window, it was dark and foggy; it felt like she was looking through mist.
Everything was undefined, everything was unclear.
Everything was ephemeral.
Her background, parents, cases, mysteries.
These were intangible things; the only tangible thing was Tang Si in front of her.
"Tell me," Song Yi looked at his face, speaking softly: "If you hadn’t met me, wouldn’t you be without any soft spots, fully armoured, fighting in your domain?"
Once a person has a soft spot, it becomes fatal.
His soul acted recklessly in the dark world, his physical body bearing that soul, carrying darkness, moving forward under its weight.
Whether believed or not, some people’s destinies seemed to be right there.
The atmosphere now, heavy and deathly silent like a candle about to be snuffed out.
The light would eventually run out, disappearing into darkness.
The weight pressed down heavily.
She couldn’t do anything about it.
There are many things she cannot achieve, just as there are things Tang Si cannot achieve.
He cannot stop the passage of his life, and she can only watch it happen.
If the world no longer had Tang Si...
That would be more painful than separation.
At least in an argument, she knows he’s still there....
The dead can never be surpassed, for their life stands still there.
At this moment, a moth flew in from somewhere, flapping under the light, its powdery wings brushing against Song Yi’s pupils.
Tears instantly fell from the corners of her eyes, dropping onto the man’s hand, as if exploding in slow motion, casting a blurred shadow on the wall.
Tears kept falling, one after another.
Old people say that if a moth inexplicably enters the house, it’s an elder visiting, seeing their descendants.
What’s more, it was winter... where did the moth come from?
Sobbing cries, with restraint, spread endlessly into the darkness, heart torn apart in pain.
Her core was filling with the despairing cold.
Song Yi covered her mouth, her eyes on the man on the bed, tears continuously flowing.
Why did she have to see that moth.
She wasn’t superstitious, but at times like this...
Everything bad seems to become inevitable.
"Song Yi, you really are a delicate flower." In a foggy haze, the man’s hoarse voice reached her ears.
Song Yi’s eyelashes were wet with tears, "You..." she choked up, suddenly her mind went blank, words came to her mouth, but she didn’t know what to say.
In any case, the moment she heard his voice, every defense crumbled.
A mysterious emotion overwhelmed her, leaving her in turmoil.
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The man lies on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his thin lips move lightly, "Do you think I’m dying?"
He raises his hand to grasp Song Yi’s hand.
Song Yi immediately offers her hand, crouching by the bedside, wanting to speak but unable through her sobs.
Tang Si looks at her, wanting to reach out and wipe away her tears, but lacks the strength to lift his hand that high.
He takes a breath, wanting to speak, but the previous words seem to have exhausted all his strength.
Tang Si’s adam’s apple moves, his lips parting repeatedly, his chest rising and falling, each breath heavier than the last.
"If you want..." he deeply closes his eyes, silent for several seconds, "If you want me dead, keep crying."
He can’t stand seeing her cry like this.
Song Yi sniffles.
Turns away, wipes her tears, "I’m sorry."
She shouldn’t be this fragile at a time like this.
The man remains silent, simply staring at her back.
Song Yi wipes away the tears, her eyes and nose both red.
Her eyes lack the bright smile, filled all with worry, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Hungry? Thirsty?"
Tang Si’s deep, dark eyes watch Song Yi, falling silent again.
Song Yi suddenly becomes silent too.
Perhaps he needs quiet.
In the endless silence, no one knows how much time has passed.
"Am I useless?"
The man’s weak voice drifts into the air.
Clearly not loud, faint as wisps of air.
Yet it crashes heavily on Song Yi’s heart, causing her entire heart to tremble.
Her lips moved slightly, tightly holding his hand, "How could you be?"
"Then why can’t I even muster the strength to hold you now?"
The words weave a net, tightly entangling her heart, constricting painfully, suffocating her.
He pauses for several more seconds, each word spoken with extreme difficulty, "Even...saying comforting words isn’t working."
"Tang Si..." Song Yi can’t hold it in, her voice choked with sobs, "Don’t be like this, I beg you."
If you are like this, I can’t bear it.
Tang Si closes his eyes, no longer looking at her.
Just very useless.
"I don’t want comfort from you, or for you to hold me."
She stands up, kisses him, hugs him, her warm breath close enough to touch.
Song Yi’s voice trembles, "I can hold you, I can kiss you, anything you can’t do, I can do."
He responds gently, softly, "Mm."
Song Yi takes a breath, adjusting her emotions, "Then I’ll get you something to eat. Bo Shiyin will be here soon. Do you have anything you need to explain?"
She thinks Tang Si should have something to explain.
Tang Si looks at her face, feeling he can never get enough of it.
Never in this lifetime does he want to look away, but feels so tired.
Tired to the point his eyes won’t stay open, tired to the point his body doesn’t obey.
In other words...he’s so exhausted, his body can’t cooperate at all.
He knows what’s happening to him.
Bo Shiyin mentioned before about the condition of his body.
He’s reaching the limit of what he can bear...
He slowly closes his eyes, almost using weak breath to give her an explanation, "Be obedient, big brother is tired, wants to sleep."
Then, Song Yi watches him close his eyes, no longer moving.
In that instant, Song Yi’s face turns pale, as if all the blood in her body has frozen.
She is at her wit’s end.
Almost hurriedly, loudly, "Big brother, the baby and I are waiting for you to wake up."
"..."
With such a sentence, the man doesn’t respond anymore.
"Tang Si, Tang Si..." Song Yi feels a throbbing pain in all her cells.
"Say something." Her hand trembles, reaching to feel his breath.
Yet she stops in mid-air, quickly grabs her phone to call Bo Shiyin.
Just as she takes it out, it falls to the ground with a "thud."
She bends down, frantically trying to pick it up, accidentally pushing the phone under the bed.
Her whole body is shaking, panicking.
Why? Why does the phone bully her too?
"Mm..."
After a long time, the man weakly responds.
This makes Song Yi halt her action of reaching under the bed for the phone.
She looks up, smiles at him, then as she smiles, she cries again.
Song Yi stumbles out of the room.
She doesn’t want him to hear her crying anymore.
Tang Si lies quietly in bed, his fingers slightly moving, his eyelashes trembling.
He knows what’s going on with Song Yi, and knows how heartbroken and helpless she’ll cry.
But he has no way, even saying a single word feels like his heart and lungs are being squeezed, pain stretching from head to toe.
Breathing almost barely an effort.
He wants, wants to comfort, wants to embrace, wants to say many words to stop her from feeling sadness and distress.
But he can’t manage a single thing.
In the glow of the light, something slowly trickles from the corner of the man’s eye.
When, in desperate struggle of helplessness, he was needed most by her.
...
A few men in black see Song Yi in this state and raise their brows slightly.
But they don’t approach, just report the situation to Bo Shiyin on their phones.
Song Yi cries in the bathroom for a long time, her eyes swollen.
She’s never cried like this in her life.
That oppressive, unbearable emotion, that lost emotion, surges at her from all directions.
It’s a sense of the sky falling, of the world becoming dimmed, of everything seeming meaningless.
But she’s powerless, constantly repressed, wanting to erupt, wanting to vent, yet finding no outlet.
She also knows clearly that she can’t let anything happen.
Is this the kind of closed-off, unbearable feeling? Is this despair?
Despair so suffocating.
Is this the feeling of the repeated despair and darkness Tang Si has gone through...?
Song Yi turns on the faucet, washes her face with water.
No, Tang Si’s despair must be even deeper than this.
...
When Bo Shiyin arrives again, Song Yi has already sorted out her emotions.
Just her eyes are swollen.
Bo Shiyin pauses, "Tang Si woke up?"
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have cried like this.
Song Yi is the most resilient woman he has seen.
No loud arguments, no emotional outbursts, no forcing him to save Tang Si, else what would happen.
"Mm."
Bo Shiyin, "What did he say? How is he?"
Song Yi takes a deep breath, "Not too well."
"He seems to use all his energy just to speak, and he’s especially tired, also in deep pain."
"Is there a way to alleviate it?"
Song Yi doesn’t want to see him like that.
Bo Shiyin, "Actually, this state is normal, he has many injuries plus, he came back on his own, plus the toxins, it’s normal for him to be weak."
"He needs to recover, but due to this condition, there are no case studies or situations, I don’t know to what extent he can recover."
"I’m not specialized in this area, once he’s awake again, you must feed him something."
"His body functions need supplements," Bo Shiyin says, "One more thing."
"Tang Si’s parents also know about this, they might come to ask if you know where Tang Si is, be prepared for that."
"Then there’s the decision-making you need to do," Bo Shiyin pauses, telling Song Yi slowly, "With Tang Si’s current physical condition, some matters require a guiding force, someone to make decisions."
"The first matter is how to explain to the police, tell the truth, or temporarily hide it, if hiding, for how long? What’s the reason for hiding for that long?"
"You are Tang Si’s wife, if he doesn’t wake up later, it will be you deciding and arranging things."
"The second matter, what kind of treatment Tang Si should receive, you need to decide."
"The third matter, his family’s company... you should be aware."
"Afterward, there are some other things, I will list them specifically for you, hoping you can consider thoroughly."