We agreed it was just a hug, why did you actually do it?

Outside the emergency room of Jinhai City General Hospital, Su Weile waited anxiously. Looking at the crowds coming and going, he felt this day in Jinhai was just too damn dreamlike. He'd already visited two hospitals.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, and a man ran towards them. Seeing Su Weile frowning outside the emergency room, he said, "Hey, little brother, is that Young Master Tang inside?"

Su Weile nodded. "Yes, that's right."

Feng Kai smiled and said, "You delivered it to him, right? You're an artist from their company, aren't you?"

Su Weile sighed softly and said, "I'm not from their company. I'm the one who beat him up and sent him to the hospital."

Feng Kai's smile froze on his face. "Huh? What?"

Just then, the emergency room door opened, and a group of doctors came out. The lead doctor said to the others, "Put him in the intensive care unit. Monitor him closely tonight. Call me immediately if anything happens."

"Okay, Director Yan."

Su Weile didn't seem to intend to contact her family when she saw the doctor. She took the initiative to step forward and say, "Doctor, um, how is Young Master Tang? Is it serious?"

The doctor then looked at Su Weile, and the instant their eyes met, Su Weile felt a sudden tension. Those were incredibly intense eyes. The black pupils were the kind that could devour everything; when they stared directly at you like that, it seemed they could suck your very soul in.

The doctor's tone was also near freezing, his whole demeanor chillingly cold: "Who are you to him? I have no obligation to disclose the patient's condition to you."

Feng Kai said with a smile, "This young man said that he was the one who beat Tang Shao up like this."

The topic that made Feng Kai laugh uncontrollably did not trigger the doctor's laughter at all. He still said coldly, "Then wait until Tang Shao wakes up tomorrow, and you can talk to him about compensation yourself."

After saying that, she ignored him and said to the man behind Su Weile, "Feng Kai, you haven't been drinking, have you? Can you give me a ride?"

Even after getting into the car, Feng Kai was still laughing. "This kid is so funny. Everyone else is trying to distance themselves, but he's doing it all himself. Nobody's blaming him, but he's willingly taking on the debt, insisting he knocked someone unconscious. He's even dumber than our Xiaoman!"

Dr. Yan, who had been resting with her eyes closed and hadn't spoken, shot a cold glare at them when she heard the last sentence: "Our Xiaoman??"

Feng Kai wailed helplessly, "Oh my god, your Xiaoman, your Xiaoman all by yourself, okay? I'm really fed up. Little Xiaoman, please come back from your business trip abroad soon, your Yan Zhengke is getting more and more gloomy every day!"

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Su Weile stood dumbfounded in the hospital lobby, watching the two people walk away without looking back. He asked the nurse from earlier and learned that Tang Shao was in the intensive care unit on the third floor. So he went to the ward alone. Looking at the person lying on the bed, pale and frail, Su Weile's brows furrowed tightly again.

A nurse from the hospital came in and, seeing Su Weile, said, "Are you Tang Shao's friend? His medication contains sedatives; he won't wake up tonight. Come back tomorrow."

Su Weile frowned and said, "But, is he just like this, all by himself? Is no one with him?"

The nurse smiled and said, "He's always like this."

Su Weile looked at the person lying on the bed again. She didn't say anything.

The hospital ward was far from quiet at night; the distant sirens of ambulances and the beeping of monitoring equipment nearby kept Su Weile from finding peace of mind.

Su Weile nestled in the hospital room's accompanying chair. Around 10 PM, she sent Jin Jiajia a WeChat message: "Jiajia, call me when you wake up. Call me right away if you feel unwell."

It's already 2 a.m., and Jin Jiajia still hasn't replied. It seems she's sleeping very well.

Su Weile looked at Tang Shaowu on the hospital bed. He seemed to be sleeping very poorly. His brows had been tightly furrowed since earlier, and his breathing had become heavy. Su Weile touched his forehead and felt that his temperature was not high.

Su Weile's hand hadn't even left Tang Shaowu's forehead when Tang Shaowu suddenly opened his eyes and stared coldly at Su Weile.

Su Weile timidly withdrew her hand and softly asked, "How...how are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable?"

Tang Shaowu didn't answer, he just stared at him coldly. After half a minute, Su Weile was starting to wonder if he was really awake.

Tang Shaowu suddenly spoke up, "What are you doing here?"

Before Su Weile could answer, Tang Shaowu continued, "Tell the nurse to give me some more painkillers. My head hurts so much."

Su Weile immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Worried that the nurses wouldn't hear her call, Su Weile ran directly to the nurses' station. "Nurse, the patient in ICU number five has a terrible headache. Could you give him some painkillers?"

The nurse flipped through the medical records. "Is this Tang Shaowu? We can't give him any more painkillers. Director Yan specifically ordered that he's already on the maximum dose for today. Also, the monitoring tonight is to record his condition. Too strong analgesics will affect our assessment of his condition."

Su Weile frowned even more as she listened. A little annoyed, she said, "Then what are we going to do? Just bear it? He's in so much pain!"

The nurse said firmly, "There's nothing we can do about it; it's better for him this way. He just has to endure it."

Su Weile quietly returned to the ward, like a soldier who hadn't completed his mission and dared not face his superior. Upon entering the ward, she found that Tang Shaowu had already drifted off to sleep again, though his brows were still tightly furrowed.

Sleepless nights are always hard to endure, but as the first rays of dawn pierced the sky, Su Weile felt his heart warmer. He looked at Tang Shaowu, who was still fast asleep, and stood up to stretch his stiff limbs.

My phone beeped with a WeChat notification. It was a voice message from Jin Jiajia: "Brother Xiaole, I'm not feeling unwell. Are you coming over this morning? I want to eat xiaolongbao and lean pork porridge."

Su Weile immediately replied, "Okay. I'll be right there." She glanced at Tang Shaowu again before quickly leaving the ward.

As soon as Su Weile left, the man on the hospital bed opened his eyes. He stared at the closed hospital room door for a long time.

Yan Zhengke arrived at the hospital an hour earlier than usual to collect Tang Shaowu's various test results. When he arrived at the ward, Feng Kai had already brought breakfast. Facing his childhood friend, Tang Shaowu was unusually relaxed. "Director Yan, thank you so much for saving my life once again!"

Yan Zhengke looked down at the various test reports and said in a cold tone, "You haven't been taking your medication on time lately, have you? Your assessment results aren't good. You have swelling in your head. Besides the severe headache, do you have any other symptoms? For example, are your legs weak?"

Hearing Yan Zhengke's words, Feng Kai frowned with worry, but Tang Shaowu still had that bright smile. "My head is really going to explode, Dr. Yan. I can't feel much in my legs, they're a bit numb."

Yan Zhengke nodded. "The illness is progressing as we predicted. Shaowu, if you insist on refusing surgery, then you must take your medication on time and control your emotions. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. No one can save you."

At this moment, the nurse pushed the wheelchair in, and Yan Zhengke said to Tang Shaowu, "You will continue to use the wheelchair during the period when the cerebral edema has completely subsided."

Su Weile rushed back to bring Tang Shaowu breakfast, entering the ward like a whirlwind. Seeing Tang Shaowu sitting in a wheelchair, she froze, bursting into profanity in surprise.

"Holy crap? No way? I just pushed you, and you're crippled?"