Sentinels have highly acute five senses and particularly like quietness. The intensive care unit of the hospital is even quieter than a pool of stagnant water, with only the sound of wheelchairs rolling slowly forward in the corridor. A depressing and cramped atmosphere enveloped the door of the emergency room. Si Chu, who was still energetic a few days ago, was now like a dry grass, staring at the red light in front of the emergency room. His spiritual body, a Czech wolfhound, was also half-dead and crawling at his feet, with his ears and tail drooping.
Si's parents are both overseas and are rushing back overnight. Xiao Zhenyun can be said to be the only relative around Si Chu.
"Xiao Chu." The gentle and warm voice brought Si Chu back to his senses. His empty eyes slowly focused, and his voice was hoarse, even with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, uncle!"
He knelt down and threw himself into Xiao Zhenyun's arms, crying, "When my brother was pushed in, the doctor told me to be mentally prepared... Is my brother... Is he not going to survive?"
Xiao Zhenyun leaned forward and gently embraced Si Chu's shoulders. His long, smooth black hair fell down as he moved. He stroked the sentry's prickly short hair and comforted him, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
The wolfhound also forced itself to stand up, walked over dejectedly and licked Si Chu's cheek.
Soon, Ye Feiran and Si Chu's father's secretary appeared in the hospital at the same time. Ye Feiran had long, shiny coverts growing from his waist, with feather tips like blue-green eye circles, which forced him to unzip his pants at the tailbone and release the spiritual body fusion state that he could not restrain because of excessive excitement.
His eyes were red, and he held Si Chu's hand without saying a word. The secretary nodded respectfully to Xiao Zhenyun: "Chairman, Mr. Si Chu, we have contacted three S-level guides, and they are on their way. The White Tower and the Union are also actively contacting high-level guides for Mr. Si Di. Please take care of yourself."
It is often not physical injuries that endanger the lives of the sentinels. Their strong recovery ability can always bring them back to life. Only mental trauma can actually take their lives. Whether they can find a high-level and highly matched guide to rebuild and stabilize Si Di's spiritual picture is the top priority.
Xiao Zhenyun already knew the final outcome of the night, but he didn't show any sign of it. The secretary looked at him and suddenly asked curiously, "Chairman, are you hot?"
"Hmm?" Xiao Zhenyun looked back at him in confusion, and then he realized that he had unconsciously unbuttoned two buttons of his collar, revealing his straight collarbone. At this moment, his hand was on the third button, which was half unbuttoned. His weak and sick body must not be kept cool. Usually, he would wrap himself up as tightly as possible when he went out, so it seemed very abrupt that his clothes were disheveled at this time.
After hearing what the secretary said, Xiao Zhenyun realized that his whole body was so hot that his brain was working a little slowly.
"Are you sick? Do you need to rest first?"
“… It’s okay.” Xiao Zhenyun held his forehead and waved his hands. He couldn’t leave yet. In the novel, he had to stay with Si Chu until the news of Si Di’s death came out.
"Uncle, go and have a rest." Si Chu said with red eyes, "You are not in good health, Fei Ran and I are here to take care of you."
"No," Xiao Zhenyun refused bluntly, "Uncle will accompany you."