Chapter 569: Chapter 567: The Fairy at the Tip of My Heart
Tang Si smiled lightly, pressing his lips together: "Please have a seat."
"Alright, alright." Song Yi’s mother nodded with a smile.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Song Yi’s mother lowered her head and played with her phone. The man in the kitchen suddenly emerged, and she looked up.
"Mom, I’m going out for a while. If Song Yi wakes up, please warm the meal. I’ve already prepared it for you."
Song Yi’s mother put away her phone and looked at Tang Si: "It’s so late, where are you going?"
Tang Si chuckled: "Meeting a friend, I might be back in the morning."
...
Song Yi indeed woke up on time, but this time, no one was there to drape a coat over her as she got out of bed.
She struggled to move, fumbling to get off the bed.
Her entire body felt terribly uncomfortable.
Being pregnant is so tough, it shackled her free spirit.
"Awake?" Song Yi’s mother pushed the door open and saw Song Yi just getting off the bed.
"Uh huh." Song Yi smiled slowly: "Mom, where’s my husband?"
"Your husband this, your husband that. Looking for your husband once awake, are you a child seeking your mother?"
"He went out."
Song Yi was slightly taken aback: "Went out?"
She tightened her grip slightly on her clothes: "I’ll call him."
"He said he was meeting a friend." Song Yi’s mother pulled Song Yi: "At this time, don’t disturb him. Meeting a friend surely involves some drinking."
"He doesn’t smoke or drink now."
Song Yi didn’t want to have the wedding now, partly because of Tang Si’s health.
With a wedding, he would undoubtedly have to toast, which is not just a matter of one or two cups.
He’s not able to handle such drinking.
Going out this late, most likely, he’s seeing Fu Jingsheng.
Last time, he didn’t clearly explain his health condition to her.
She felt he was a patient, not wanting to worry her, which was understandable.
This time, he dared to run off in the middle of the night.
He really has gotten more reckless.
...
At the research institute.
Fu Jingsheng looked at Tang Si: "In the first stage, the mice I experimented on didn’t die."
He held a syringe, clad in a white lab coat, speaking casually: "Whether you die or not, depends on fate."
Saying that, he tilted his head and smiled lightly: "Are you ready?"
Tang Si’s peach blossom eyes lightly lifted, giving a faint smile: "If I’m not ready, will you not inject me?"
He raised an eyebrow: "It has to be injected."
"I want to try the research result."
"Before that, let me ask you." Fu Jingsheng said: "Will you still feel pain?"
Tang Si: "Why don’t you try?"
"Not interested in masochism."
This illness of Tang Si was caused by long-term medication, and recovery would be painful; the pain would permeate through bone marrow, every nerve, every cell.
Thank goodness it was Fu Jingsheng, anyone else would not have developed the antidote in such a short time.
"This injection will be very painful." Fu Jingsheng murmured, pressing his lips: "You must promise me not to hit me if you can’t stand the pain. I’m afraid of dying, and you shouldn’t harm yourself."
"I can’t beat you, I’m young, tender-skinned, and can’t pull you." Fu Jingsheng brainwashed him: "I’m your lifesaver. I spent two months developing this result, my brain cells almost died."
"If it wasn’t for my abundant hair, my hairline would be bald by now. This is my sacrifice for you, got it, brother-in-law?"
When a person is in extreme pain, tortured to the limit, the thought in their mind would definitely be ending it all, that’ll be a relief.
"Forget it." Fu Jingsheng said, placing the syringe down: "For safety, I’ll handcuff you."
Tang Si didn’t oppose, he indeed wasn’t entirely sure he could control himself.
The thought of seeking death had crossed his mind more than once or twice.
He was handcuffed; Fu Jingsheng lowered his head, easily found his vein.
The man’s hands and forearm lines were firm and well-defined; veins and arteries popped out, particularly sexy, making his veins easy to locate.
Fu Jingsheng sighed admiringly: "You have the easiest hand to inject."
He appeared calm and indifferent as his research result was about to be injected into Tang Si’s body, seemingly without tension or anxiety.
Yet, beneath it all, his heart trembled slightly, inadvertently pressing his lips.
This was a display of nerves.
The person sitting before him wasn’t just Tang Si; he was also his sister’s lifeline.
He was the father of his future nephew, the head of that little family.
Moreover, he was Officer Tang, who protected countless households in Chang’an.
This gamble was too significant.
Tang Si lowered his head, watching the needle approach his hand.
His gaze showed little to no emotion.
When the needle was about to be injected, Tang Si suddenly moved his hand away.
Fu Jingsheng’s hand was left empty; the needle dropped to the ground with a thud and bent instantly.
"Damn!?" It scared me.
Fu Jingsheng looked up at Tang Si: "What’s the matter? Are you a three-year-old child? Afraid of injections?"
"Want daddy to soothe you?"
Tang Si slowly lifted his eyes; he knew Fu Jingsheng had some assurance before injecting him.
But at that very moment when the needle came close.
Tang Si lost confidence in himself and Fu Jingsheng.
He wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive this time, nor was he sure Fu Jingsheng’s medical skills were up to par.
Confronting this unknown, he could no longer forge ahead bravely.
He began to fear and lose confidence; he started to be afraid.
Perhaps for the once invincible Captain Tang, this should not be an emotion he possessed.
But this time, he was just an ordinary man of flesh and blood with worries and apprehensions.
He lifted his gaze, deep and restrained, like an abyssal black sea.
This made Fu Jingsheng stop.
His thin lips parted lightly: "Do you have 100% certainty?"
"No." Fu Jingsheng candidly admitted: "Sixty percent."
"Then later." Tang Si shook his hand, his tone very calm: "Release me."
"Tang Si." Fu Jingsheng furrowed his brow: "When is later?"
"Until the child is born, until the child is a month old."
Until—everything for their future could be arranged.
A future without him.
Fu Jingsheng didn’t unlock him; instead, he said: "If you delay it until then, you will have to continue using relievers, and your body will continue to deteriorate. The virus will remain in your body longer, and by then the chances of this antidote being effective will significantly decrease, or may even become ineffective."
"This virus has already taken root and sprouted in your body, following you for many years, and now it’s starting to strangle and eliminate you."
"That’s why you feel so much pain."
"If you wait until then, you might not be able to wait." Fu Jingsheng said deeply: "Shen Chengyu placed this virus in your body to kill you."
"My life won’t be long."
Tang Si’s eyes revealed no emotion as he said, "To be precise, the days I have lived happily are not many. In my life, perhaps the only time was when I was with your sister."
"I can’t stake my brief and unhappy life on such a gamble." Tang Si said, "I want to give us a proper ending and explanation."
"I don’t want to lose my life just like that."
Is it laughable? When he wasn’t afraid to die, his life was strong. But when he was desperate to hold onto it, he was so weak, unable to grasp it.
Tang Si lightly pressed his lips together, "I can’t make such a gamble and choice."
Why does life have to be like this? If it has to be bitter, then let it be bitter all the way, rather than giving him a taste of sweetness only to take everything away.
But thinking carefully, he realized he chose this path himself.
He did not date, nor did he start a family.
Song Yi pursued him, and he refused her because he anticipated a day like today; he couldn’t guarantee he could give her happiness and a family like an ordinary person could.
Yet he still chose to be with her and took this road.
When Song Yi pursued him relentlessly, teasing him earnestly, he took a step towards her, which destined them both to irresponsibility.
Was he muddled by that little vixen Song Yi? But he knew this point all too clearly in his heart.
But what could he do? She came in sunny and bright, with a delicate presence.
He couldn’t stand seeing the little girl seeking protection with her tender demeanor; couldn’t stand the smile on her face and the pain in her heart every time he refused her. It led to him being unable to say a single word of refusal or harshness to her.
He also couldn’t bear the thought of her in someone else’s arms, on another’s bed.
That hurt more than any illness or depression, more painful than any severe torture, more grueling than any ordeal.
So he chose to pluck that little delicate flower.
The mischievous spirit that took root and sprouted in his heart.
The spirit on the tip of his heart.
At that time, he clung to a vain hope that a rotten life would always have a turning point; he would be happy with her and live smoothly.
Yet reality was not so.
Fu Jingsheng frowned, "Since that’s so."
"You knew about your health from the start." Fu Jingsheng looked at Tang Si without holding back his words. "Why did you marry my sister, why didn’t you find a way to get her to abort the child when you knew she was pregnant?"
"Cut everything off. If you die, she can still start over, find a new man." Fu Jingsheng said, "Knowing you’re going to die, you left her with so many memories and unbreakable ties."
"Why didn’t you just become a heartless, unfaithful jerk, make my sister hate you, so after the hate, she could start a new life? That’s better than this situation now."
Tang Si let out a quiet scoff.
He couldn’t do it, utterly incapable.
Song Yi just couldn’t frown without him feeling troubled—a world contains people who can bind one’s heartstrings like this.
"We have no right to define Song Yi’s world for her, nor will I do things in the guise of being good for her that would leave her broken, as if I were a saint trying to save her. That would be no different than snuffing out her clean, bright soul."
Protecting her with his life equals protecting her body, soul, and heart.
It’s not just about safeguarding her life.
Tang Si’s peach blossom eyes were imbued with indescribable deep-seated emotions. "I want to marry her; she wants to marry me."
"That is the best choice."
"If there must be regret between us, why can’t I minimize the regret? Why can’t I marry her once?"
"Fulfilling her wish, and fulfilling mine as well."
After Tang Si finished speaking, Fu Jingsheng remained silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth:
"What you said makes a lot of sense."
"So, you really plan to wait before taking the injection, even at the risk that by the time it might be too late, with a 0.1% chance?"
Tang Si nodded.
"I’m a doctor." Fu Jingsheng regarded Tang Si, unusually seriously. "My suggestion is to inject it now; otherwise, I wouldn’t have called you here."
Tang Si was known for his iron will and aggressive tactics. In all matters, he dared to charge forward and gamble.
In the bloody world, he maneuvered with ease, never having thought that one day he would falter in the face of death.
"I don’t accept your suggestion."
He wouldn’t gamble, didn’t want to gamble, at least not at this moment.
"Not accepting?" Fu Jingsheng smirked, "Did I waste all those sleepless nights for nothing?"
He rolled up his sleeves, looking at Tang Si. "I’m sorry, but I’m a selfish person."
"I want my sister to be happy. If you don’t make it through this, I will take care of my sister and your child for you."
"Now is the best time; you must inject it."
He was a doctor, and deep down, he had his own criteria for his patients.
Fu Jingsheng was not a person with much sentiment; he always did as he pleased.
To achieve his goal, he would spare no expense or consequences, use every possible means.
Even if, in the end, he gets shattered along with that goal.
Tang Si lowered his brow, wanting to resist and refute, but his hands were tightly cuffed.
Fu Jingsheng held him down, and Tang Si kicked at him.
They exchanged blows several times before Fu Jingsheng used an anesthetic to knock Tang Si out.
He gritted his teeth, watching Tang Si collapse onto the bed. The man’s features were tightly drawn, looking as exquisite as a painting.
His face was graceful, smooth, like peach blossoms, alluring.
Fu Jingsheng breathed slightly heavily. This good-looking guy turned out to be so unruly.
Too fierce.
Even with handcuffs on, he almost didn’t win.
Although it wasn’t the time to be thinking about this.
He still sweated a bit for his sister’s petite frame.
With a guy like Tang Si, his sister surely had a hard time.
...
The drug was injected through the man’s arm.
Fu Jingsheng monitored his vital signs for any changes.
He made a choice for Tang Si and Song Yi.
Call it murder, call it selfishness—this was his optimal choice.
If it were someone else, whether they lived or died, it would make no difference to him; he wasn’t one to meddle in others’ business.
"Ding-dong—" the doorbell rang.
Song Yi had arrived.
She drove herself here.
Fu Jingsheng didn’t even know how she’d found this place on her own.
As soon as the door opened, her first words were, "Where is Tang Si?"
"..." Fu Jingsheng pointed to Tang Si on the bed, "He just finished receiving the antidote and is being monitored."
Song Yi quickly stepped over, seeing him sprawled crooked on the bed.
She straightened him, took off his shoes, and covered him with a blanket.
Seeing his bony wrists cuffed, she looked up and asked, "Why is he handcuffed?"
Fu Jingsheng licked his lips. "Because soon he might wake up wanting to kill someone."
She cast her fox-like eyes over without saying a word at Fu Jingsheng.
Suddenly, she reached out to check Tang Si’s breath and pulse.
"..." Fu Jingsheng’s throat tightened. "What does that mean? Do you think I would kill Tang Si?"
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[Mini Theater]
Tang Si: "If you have a problem, find a policeman uncle. What if the policeman uncle can’t solve your problem?"
"Can I complain to you, little friend? Would you sweeten it with some candy?"
Song Yi: "Captain Tang, even your own child’s candy—you tricked, aren’t you ashamed?"
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