She grabbed his hand, holding it so tightly that it made Tang Wei's bones ache.
My heart aches too.
"Tang Wei..." She murmured his name.
Tang Wei leaned forward slightly and got closer to her, "I'm here."
"This time, don't disappear from my dream, okay?" She murmured, holding his hand and gently rubbing it on his cold face, "Today is your birthday, I really want to spend it with you..."
Tang Wei's heart was in turmoil, and his breathing became unusually heavy. If possible, he wanted to hold her hand forever, until they were old.
However, the disease had long since deprived him of such qualifications.
He looked at the girl in front of him with deep sorrow and affection. She continued to murmur in confusion: "I bought you a cake that you can eat, with less sugar..."
"Shang Shang!" Tang Wei interrupted her. The heart-wrenching feeling made it difficult for him to continue listening.
At this moment, Tang Song poked his head in.
Seeing the two of them holding hands, his eyes fell on Tang Wei, "Fourth brother, the doctor said that she needs to do a gastroscopy."
Tang Wei nodded and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"
When she was with him before, he spoiled her and she became a little pampered and afraid of pain.
"Now it's all painless. Apart from some discomfort, it doesn't hurt too much."
Only then did Tang Wei feel relieved.
The doctor came over after drawing aside the curtain. Seeing that she hadn't woken up yet, he said, "We need to go to the next room for a gastroscopy. I'll ask someone to get a stretcher."
"No need, let me do it." Tang Wei said.
He wanted to pull back his hand to hug her, but Shang Shiyu held his hand tightly. When he wanted to let go, she called his name repeatedly in sorrow. The voice was so sad and desolate that even Tang Song, who was standing by, felt very uncomfortable.
Tang Wei surrendered.
When she was so ill and unconscious, all his usual ruthlessness and decisiveness towards her became vulnerable.
He leaned over, kissed her forehead passionately, and coaxed her softly like a child, "Shang Shang, be good, I won't go anywhere, I'll just carry you to the next door."
This kiss made Shang Shiyu's eyelashes tremble violently and his eyes became wet.
However, she seemed to have taken these words to heart, and her hands loosened slightly. Tang Wei smiled slightly and picked her up from the bed.
She is too thin.
Lying in his arms, she felt as light as a feather, even lighter than the last time he held her.
She still can't take care of herself.
Tang Wei lowered his head and looked at her with deep pity. She seemed to enjoy the embrace at this moment, curled up in his chest, with her face pressed against his chest. Her stomach was still aching, but at this moment she felt nothing, only his warmth and the strong smell of medicine filling her nose.
——
She was doing a gastroscopy, and Tang Wei was waiting outside. About ten minutes later, the doctor came out in a white coat.
"Doctor, how is she?"
"Superficial severe gastritis with atrophic intestinal metaplasia. It's a serious problem."
"how so?"
"This little girl must not have eaten her three meals on time. Young people nowadays are all taking advantage of their youth and not taking care of their bodies." The doctor muttered.
Tang Wei's expression was tense, "Does it need treatment?"
"Let her take the medicine first. Let her drink millet porridge to nourish her stomach. As long as she doesn't have the same symptoms as before, she will get better."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
Tang Song and Tang Wei said, "Let me go get the medicine with the doctor. You stay here with her. It will take a while for her to wake up from the anesthesia."
He knew how precious the time they had together was.
Tang Wei looked at Tang Song with gratitude. At this moment, the nurse pushed Shang Shiyu out. She was lying on a narrow bed, covered with a white quilt, and her face was pale.
He sighed, followed her, and held her cold little hand.
After about ten minutes, Tang Song brought the medicine over and told him how to take it. He listened carefully and took a pen to write clearly on the medicine box.
"How long will it take for her to wake up?" Tang Wei asked.
"Soon." Tang Song checked the time. "Usually, he will wake up in half an hour after taking the anesthesia."
Tang Wei nodded, staring at the small face as big as a palm with deep eyes, his eyes were filled with deep reluctance. Finally, he forced himself to look away from her face, put down the medicine, turned around and solemnly told the nurse beside him, "When she wakes up, please remind her to take the medicine. Also... please tell her to eat on time every day, it's the doctor's order. Drink more millet porridge."
"Okay, Mr. Tang. Don't worry, I will definitely remind you."
Tang Wei turned around and looked at Shang Shiyu again.
rest assured
It's hard to feel at ease.
After a long while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he stood up. Tang Song looked at him and asked, "Let's go?"
"Um."
"But she's going to wake up soon."
"Let's go."
Tang Wei said, and walked towards the door first. However, every step he took was heavy, and every step was mixed with too much reluctance and worry.
When I reached the door, I couldn't help but look back at her.
Tang Song looked at the back and wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head helplessly and said nothing.
Everyone said that the personalities of the fourth and fifth brothers were completely opposite from each other since they were young. However, there was one thing that they were very similar in: they were both extremely stubborn.
He had already made up his mind not to drag her down and would not give her any hope.
——
Here, Tang Weicai left.
On the bed, Shang Shiyu slowly opened his eyes.
"Awake? How do you feel?" the nurse asked quickly.
"… Not bad." Shang Shiyu said these two words hoarsely. He looked around the ward expectantly, but there was no one except the nurse.
Her heart sank and disappointment filled her.
It was just a dream!
This is a hospital, how could he be here
"I'll pour you some water, take your time, and take the medicine first." The nurse rocked the bed and turned to pour water. Shang Shiyu reached towards the head of the bed, touched the medicine and was about to open it, but when she saw the words on the medicine box, she was shocked.
I was in a daze for a moment, thinking that I had seen it wrong.
Looking again, she was holding the medicine box tightly, lifting the quilt, and sliding off the bed.
The anesthetic had not completely worn off yet, and her whole body was numb and she had little strength. As soon as she got out of bed, she fell to the ground.
The nurse was startled and hurried over to help her up. "The anesthetic hasn't completely worn off yet. You need to lie down for a while."
"These words were written by Tang Wei, right?" Shang Shiyu stood up shakily, but stubbornly pulled the paper box and asked the nurse. She recognized it!
She stared at the nurse intently, which showed how much she cared about the answer and how much she expected it.
The nurse felt a little uneasy at her look and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Tang just left here. He also reminded..."
Shang Shiyu didn't listen any more. She pushed the nurse aside and hurried out. She didn't even know where she got the strength from. She felt numb all over after taking a step, but she couldn't care less at the moment.