"Mr. Ou." Ou Renjin closed his eyes, and his rapid breathing made people tremble in their hearts. When Guan Qijun reached out to touch him, he felt his palms were cold. He held down Ou Renjin's unconscious body, twisted open the medicine bottle with trembling fingers, poured out two pills, and poured them into Ou Renjin's mouth with warm water in the thermos.
Then, he quickly moved Ou Renjin to the back seat and laid him flat, observed his breathing, breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator and started the car.
At the same time, he had already dialed the private hospital. He didn't say much, just one sentence, "Mr. Ou is sick again. He has taken medicine. We are rushing to the hospital now. I will try to get there within an hour."
Doctor Chen on the other end of the phone immediately stood up and walked out of the office. "You should be fine after taking the medicine. Don't worry. Be careful when driving. I'll ask the hospital to send an ambulance to pick you up."
Although they were nervous, they were already familiar with the process and followed it in an orderly manner.
Half an hour later, the two vehicles met in the middle of the road. Ou Renjin was put into the ambulance, put on an oxygen mask, and received preliminary examination and recovery treatment.
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Ou Shaowen stared at the words "Game Over" on the phone screen and became distracted unconsciously. He exited the page and stared at the time on the lock screen that was ticking forward second by second.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the whole villa was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing. Ou Shaowen was somewhat bored as he wiped the smooth velvet of the sofa, watching the dark and light colors constantly changing under his hands. He couldn't help but wonder, why hasn't Ou Renjin come back yet? On weekdays, even if he was delayed at night, he would at least call or send a text message to let him know. It was impossible that there was no news until now.
He glanced at his phone again and began to hesitate whether to make a phone call. Ou Renjin had emphasized to him before that he should call him as soon as he encountered any problems, so... he probably didn't mind being disturbed.
Just give it a try and see how it goes. If he doesn’t answer, or if it affects his work, never call again.
After convincing himself for a long time, he finally opened the address book page and made the call.
The phone rang twice and then someone picked up. The person on the other end said "Hello". Ou Shaowen's mood instantly dropped. He was a little disappointed and replied softly, "Hello".
"Hello, Mr. Ou." Guan Qijun didn't wait for Ou Shaowen to ask, and explained first, "I was just about to tell you that Mr. Ou has a temporary business trip today and will be flying abroad soon. It may take four or five days for him to come back. You have to take good care of yourself these few days."
Ou Shaowen frowned, "But Ou Renjin just told me yesterday that we can finally have two days off on New Year's Eve."
"Yes, yes." Guan Qijun stammered, "It's the New Year, and I should have had a good rest, but there was a small problem with the overseas business, and President Ou had to go and solve it personally."
Ou Shaowen's tone became more hesitant, "Can't he answer the phone now? Why doesn't he tell me himself?"
"Boss Ou is... currently discussing important matters with someone else, so it's not convenient for him to answer the phone."
“Are you going with him?” Ou Shaowen had already sat up straight, his face gloomy.
"Um... Yes, I'll go with Mr. Ou. We're already at the airport and are about to board the plane. We can't talk on the plane. I'll have Mr. Ou call you back after we land."
"It's time to change the dressing for bed number 23." Just as he finished speaking, a young man came around from behind him and complained softly to the nurse at the nurse station, "I pressed the bell several times but there was no response. The blood is about to flow back."
The moment he heard the noise, he instantly hid far away to the side, and was a beat late in covering the microphone of his mobile phone.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Ou Shaowen’s somewhat lost voice came, “Well, then, have a safe trip.”
Guan Qijun didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed for a moment. He hung up the phone and glanced at Dr. Chen who was standing next to him.
"Is it the child who was a successful match?"
He nodded with mixed emotions.
"You deliberately leaked the news that Mr. Ou was in the hospital. Did you want to secretly let him know Mr. Ou's condition?" Doctor Chen smiled and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't waste your time. There is no healthy person in the world who is willing to donate his heart to others. Survival is everyone's instinct, even the closest relatives are no exception."
How could Guan Qijun not understand this? However, people who have been floating in the abyss of despair for a long time have become so perverted that they are unwilling to give up any tiny bit of hope.
Of course, he would not expect Ou Shaowen to be willing to sacrifice his life as soon as he learned about Mr. Ou's illness. He just hoped that Ou Shaowen's feelings for Mr. Ou were at their most passionate and unreasonable at the moment, and this unreasonableness would make him willing to sign this organ donation consent form to ensure that if he had an accident and lost his life, Mr. Ou would get his healthy beating heart.
By then, things will have more room for control. It would be good if other sources of hearts could be found as soon as possible, and it would also be good if Mr. Ou's condition was stable and he no longer had seizures. But if things come to the most critical moment and they have no way out and are facing despair, then Ou Shaowen's heart will have to be put to use.
"I know." Guan Qijun concealed the dangerous look in his eyes, lowered his head and spoke softly, "It doesn't matter, as long as he comes to the hospital, he will come to the hospital."
Ou Shaowen hung up the phone and stared blankly ahead. After a while, he clenched his fists and murmured word by word: "Liar!"
He stood up, walked to the clothes rack, took his coat, pushed the door open and walked out with an expressionless face.
When Ou Shaowen was sitting in the taxi, his mind was in a mess, like a bunch of beads that could not be strung together and were scattered on the floor, making a tinkling sound.
It was strange, really strange. During this peaceful and beautiful period, he had speculated countless times why Ou Renjin did not arrange the surgery immediately. Was it because his body was not in the best condition? Or was there some other condition that made it difficult to have a transplant? Or was it simply because he was afraid of pain and wanted to willfully postpone the surgery for a little longer
But all these speculations could not explain why he had to go to great lengths to hide his illness from him. Why did he hide it from him? Didn't he appear here to save him
With his limited knowledge, he was unable to understand why this situation occurred, and he could only try in vain to ask the taxi to go faster.
He was not sure which hospital Ou Renjin was in, but when the driver asked him about his destination, he subconsciously said the name of the private hospital, maybe because he woke up in this hospital, or maybe because the nurse there had told him about the gossip that Ou Renjin had invested hundreds of millions of dollars in the hospital less than eight years after it opened. So, this hospital should be the reason why Ou Renjin refused the laboratory equipment and took him outside.
He got out of the car, walked into the hospital and mentioned Ou Renjin's name at the front desk. The nurse told him politely and directly where Ou Renjin's ward was without any hesitation.
"Thank you." He took the elevator to the designated floor. When the door opened, there was a corridor that was completely different from the lobby and unusually quiet. Ou Shaowen's head was still a little dizzy. He walked forward step by step like a robot without self-awareness, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind.
Just as he turned a corner, a deliberately lowered voice from not far away reached his ears.
Ou Shaowen stopped suddenly.
"Don't mention it again. It's Mr. Ou who doesn't want to."
It’s Guan Qijun’s voice!
You see, what they said about being at the airport turned out to be a lie.
"Can't you explain the whole story to Ou Shaowen? Mr. Ou has been hiding his illness from the outside world for many years. In fact, it's time to find someone to share the burden. Ou Shaowen has been in the hospital for a while before. The child looks healthy and calm. Just explain it clearly and let him take care of Mr. Ou more on weekdays. It's better than Mr. Ou enduring it alone."
"Boss Ou doesn't want to say it, and I can't help it. He just likes Ou Shaowen. Bringing him back to the villa had nothing to do with whether Ou Shaowen was a good match or not. Boss Ou wants to have a simple relationship with him and doesn't want to reveal his illness and let other things get in the way of the two of us. I can understand that. Just imagine, if Ou Shaowen knew about Boss Ou's illness and found out that we secretly matched his heart with Boss Ou's while he was sick, how disgusted he would be. By then, even if Boss Ou explained that he had no intentions on his heart, he would not believe it."
Ou Shaowen's brain began to buzz, and he was unable to recover from the hammering.
What do they mean
Are they saying that Ou Renjin has been silent about his illness because he is not planning to transplant his heart? Did he bring her back to the villa for no reason other than to simply fall in love with him
What they meant by love was different from what he usually understood. What did they mean by love? Did they mean that even in the face of the threat of death, they were unwilling to take a heart from him
Why? Is it because you are afraid that he will feel pain
Ou Renjin seemed to always be afraid that he would feel pain. Normally, if he had a small cut on his finger, he would gently lick the blood off. If there were a few bruises on his body, they would disappear quickly, but he would still apply medicine to him meticulously.
Whenever this happened, he would feel sad. He was obviously very happy, but for some reason, he just wanted to cry.
He had held back every time before.
But this time...
Ou Shaowen lowered his head, and a tear slid down his chin and dripped gently onto the ground.
In fact, it wouldn't hurt him that much.
Or it would just hurt, and then it would go away quickly. He wouldn't even wail in pain day and night after waking up from anesthesia like those wealthy people who had the surgery at the same time as him.
He wouldn't be disgusted. He was willing to give Ou Renjin a heart transplant. He was willing to do so.
With a bitter feeling in his heart, he took a step forward, one step at a time, silently but firmly walked around the corner, and walked towards the two people who were talking.
Hearing the footsteps, they immediately stopped talking and turned to look at him.