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

Su Weile asked anxiously, "Then what are you going to do? What did the doctor say? Change the dressing? Or is there another way?"

Tang Shaowu's voice was a little soft. "Just bear with it. This is the newest medicine at the moment. Maybe my constitution is a little affected by the side effects of this medicine."

Su Weile frowned deeply. The words "we can only endure it" sounded particularly jarring to her.

There's no other way, just hang in there, just hang in there!

It's easy to say, but how much pain and hardship the person actually endures must feel. Only those who have experienced it truly know.

Su Weile said anxiously, "Where's Uncle Xu? Tell him to take you to the hospital right now. Tell the doctor you can't hold on. Medical technology is so advanced now, why should we endure this pain? The doctor will definitely have a solution. Tang Shaowu, don't hold on anymore."

Tang Shaowu looked at the anxious Su Weile across from him and said with a smile, "Su Weile, why aren't you coming over yet?"

Su Weile felt extremely anxious. She really wished she could be by his side so she could at least help him think of a way to alleviate the situation.

"Tang Shaowu, please listen to me this once, let's go to the hospital now."

Tang Shaowu's face was pale. "Don't worry too much, it's just pain, there's no danger. I've asked Uncle Xu to call the doctor. Su Weile, hang up now, stay home tonight and don't go out wandering around."

After hanging up the video call, Su Weile became unusually agitated. He paced back and forth in the room, frowning, unable to sit still.

After sitting and lying there restlessly for an hour, he picked up the phone and dialed Su Jun's number.

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In Tang Shaowu's home in downtown Jinhai, Tang Shaowu, enduring a severe headache, heard the door open and frowned deeply. His headache was so bad that he couldn't tolerate even the slightest sound.

Some cold fingers touched Tang Shaowu's temples and felt the cold sweat on his forehead. Then a dry towel was used to wipe the sweat away. After that, some electrode pads were attached to his temples and forehead.

Tang Shaowu didn't open his eyes, but he seemed very relaxed.

He felt the electrodes begin to discharge, one after another. His skin stung a little, but the pain in his head was subsiding. After the recurring, throbbing pain, like someone was renovating his brain, finally passed, Tang Shaowu smiled and said...

"I'm really going to so much trouble for Dr. Yan. She doesn't even have to work the night shift, yet she still made a house call for me."

While the electrodes deliver electrical stimulation, they also record the patient's brainwaves. Yan Zhengke stood beside the machine, watching the feedback on the screen. He was dressed casually in sportswear, but his voice remained cold:

"This new drug is effective, but your body is reacting very negatively to it. Such severe headaches can trigger many complications, with cerebral edema being the most common. Once the edema reappears, you may have to go back to being in a wheelchair."

Tang Shaowu chuckled indifferently, "My brain is just as socially fastidious as I am. Looks like it doesn't quite get along with your new drug."

Yan Zhengke was already used to Tang Shaowu's crazy antics and continued, "For my research project this time, your condition is one of our research subjects. I will personally perform the minimally invasive surgery on you. I guarantee you can walk off the operating table safely."

"Truly worthy of being called the nation's top neurosurgeon, your presence is truly impressive." Tang Shaowu rubbed his brow vigorously. "Brother Yan, I saw your research project results report on TV, congratulations. But for me, forget it, I don't want surgery. Pain is pain, I'm not afraid of pain."

Yan Zhengke looked at the man sitting in the chair, whose handsome appearance revealed an undisguised obsession. He had always known that Tang Shaowu was a crazy person, and his madness was not only directed at others, but also at himself.

But he is also an extremely intelligent person, and being intelligent means being difficult to persuade.

The two equally intelligent people stared at each other, one cold and indifferent, the other with a wicked smile.

Tang Shaowu said with a smile, "Brother Yan, although I'm not a medical student, I do understand this disease. You said you could guarantee I could walk off the operating table safely, and I believe you have the ability. But I won't allow that small percentage chance of so-called aftereffects to turn me into someone I can't accept."

I can allow myself to live a short life, but I cannot allow myself to live without dignity.

Yan Zhengke looked at him coldly and said, "Ninety-five percent. Safe and healthy off the operating table."

Tang Shaowu still smiled brightly, "I don't accept it."

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The Yanshan Cemetery is nestled among the surrounding mountains.

Su Weile carried her mother's favorite lilies and walked step by step up the steps to her mother's tombstone.

Today, Su Weile was unusually dressed in all black, wearing black sunglasses. She looked much more mature and composed.

"Mom, I've come to see you. How are you doing?"

Su Weile carefully arranged the flowers in front of his mother's tombstone, looked at his mother's photo, and said with a smile, "Mom, look how handsome your son has become!"

Su Weile sat down directly on the stone brick floor. "Mom, I also brought you your favorite duck tail pastry. Remember to eat it."

Dad will be coming over in a couple of days with Grandpa and Grandma. They've brought you lots of delicious food.

"Mom, I came early this year because I was eager to visit a friend of mine in Jinhai. His name is Tang Shaowu, and he's a real rich kid, but I feel he's not as happy as me, this 'country bumpkin' rich kid. Nobody treats him well, and nobody cares about him. Mom, he has very severe headaches; they're very painful when they come. But he never says anything and just endures it, just like you."

As Su Weile sat, she gently stroked the marble of her mother's tombstone. "Mom, I miss you so much. Why couldn't you spend more time with me? Grandma told me that you were in a lot of pain and that leaving was a relief for you. But sometimes I selfishly think that even so, I would still hope that you could live and be with me."

Crystalline tears streamed down her face. Su Weile blinked hard. "No wonder Old Su always likes to secretly come to see you. He must have cried with you, right?"

Mom, don't worry over there. We're all doing well. I'll take good care of Grandpa, Grandma, and Lao Su. Mom, please bless them to be safe and healthy. Don't forget to appear in Dad's dream and tell him not to drink so much. Remember to be a little harsh with him, you know you're always too gentle.

"Mom, please bless Tang Shaowu for me too, okay? He's my good friend now, so please bless him to be safe and healthy, and to stop having headaches. Okay, Mom? Please."

Su Weile stayed on the mountain until it was almost dark. He cleaned up the area around his mother's grave, pulled out the withered grass, and polished all the marble slabs until they shone. Finally, he carefully touched his mother's photo, made an appointment to come back again, and slowly descended the mountain.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, a sleek Mercedes-Benz G-Class set off from an alley in the small town of Yanshan, heading south under the rising sun towards the distant place it longed for.