Chapter 570: Chapter 568: The Man She Loves Is an Iron-Willed Hero
Song Yi raised her head: "You won’t kill him, but you might act recklessly."
She knew Fu Jingsheng well, with his iron hand and ruthless methods.
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingsheng shrugged, his eyes dyed with youthful defiance: "That’s because I’m confident in what I’m doing."
"When will he wake up?" Song Yi asked.
Tang Si’s hand was icy cold.
Touching his hand, she couldn’t feel any body warmth from the man.
Song Yi felt this was not a good sign.
"I don’t know." Fu Jingsheng said slowly: "He refused the injection recklessly, so I drugged him unconscious. When he’ll wake up depends on when the pain becomes unbearable."
Song Yi frowned: "Drugged?"
"Pain unbearable, waking from the pain?"
Fu Jingsheng felt a sudden wave of guilt seeing Song Yi’s expression, touching his nose as he explained: "He said he couldn’t afford to gamble, that he had to wait until the baby was born to agree to the injection. But by then, the drug may no longer work; now there’s still a 60% chance for a cure, but if we wait, the chance might drop to 1%, or it may not work at all."
"He’s already in the terminal stage of illness, and the good performance he showed in front of you was likely a burst of energy before the end."
He said: "As a doctor, this is the best treatment plan I can offer, so I administered the injection."
"If he doesn’t accept this time, next time he may not survive."
Upon hearing this, Song Yi looked at Tang Si and suddenly fell silent.
Whenever she fell silent, Fu Jingsheng felt uncertain.
Was she... angry?
"Sis?" Fu Jingsheng looked at Song Yi: "We should learn to trust brother-in-law."
"He told me a lot."
"I haven’t felt such a strong desire to live from anyone." Fu Jingsheng said: "But I felt it in him."
"Under the torment of cruel and evil villains, many people wish for death. Many want to live, but not with the strong will of brother-in-law."
Like scorching magma, hot and fiery.
He licked his lips: "But he chose to give up the best moment."
"I can’t figure this out; perhaps he loves you too much."
"He’s at a point where there’s no choice but to proceed."
"I’m a selfish person, so I made a selfish choice for him."
Song Yi looked at Tang Si’s face, holding his hand, as if his breath could envelop her.
"You did nothing wrong." Song Yi replied in a calm tone: "The choice was correct."
If Tang Si didn’t consider her, he would take this gamble too.
The person she loved was a hero of steel and courage.
Brave enough to gamble everything.
She would gamble with him.
...
Fu Jingsheng discussed Tang Si’s specific health condition with Song Yi.
With this success, the subsequent treatment only needed medication, and he could slowly recover.
However, the process would be very painful.
"Hmm." Song Yi nodded, glancing at the man over there.
He was still quietly lying in bed, seeming lifeless.
She had never seen Tang Si like this.
Previously, even when he was asleep, she could feel his presence, along with the wildness and laziness exuding from his bones.
Now, he seemed lifeless.
Lifeless...
These words struck heavily at her heartstrings.
Suddenly, her nose and eyes tingled with sourness.
She dared not think anymore, nor dared to make any bad assumptions.
Fu Jingsheng stood up: "Don’t worry too much, I’ll watch over him while you rest; your body also needs good rest, no extreme ups and downs."
"Brother-in-law didn’t tell you out of fear you would worry and harm your health." Fu Jingsheng said: "He’ll definitely wake up tomorrow morning."
Tang Si used to go out at night, saying he’d return the next day.
And he did come back.
It was because there were police matters to attend to.
He was on leave, but his position remained.
Director Cheng said the whole criminal investigation team awaited his return.
Song Yi clutched her clothes tightly, lost in thought.
Returning to the team meant...
At least he’s healthy, robust, with a smile and lazy rebelliousness, a living person.
Perhaps some people were meant to thrive in such places.
They inherently belong there, dignified and revered by the world.
"Bang——"
At this moment, a muffled sound echoed in the empty space.
When she turned around, the man behind had fallen out of bed.
Song Yi and Fu Jingsheng immediately stood up and went to support him.
Upon touching the man’s hand, they found the muscles tense, hard as iron.
The previously cold hand now became extremely hot.
His forehead was already dotted with cold sweat.
Clenching his jaws, veins bulging.
He looked in pain, unable to bear it, struggling with his handcuffed hands.
Song Yi’s panicked gaze turned to Fu Jingsheng, her eyes misting with tears: "Can you give him a painkiller?"
She realized her voice had become hoarse.
Almost unable to sound.
Fu Jingsheng glanced at Tang Si, then at Song Yi.
"Alright." Fu Jingsheng pulled Song Yi: "You go out first, I’ll give him a painkiller."
"Without my permission, don’t come in no matter what sounds you hear; you might hinder my operation."
Song Yi’s eyes reddened: "Okay, okay."
She couldn’t care about anything; at this moment, her mind was blank.
Tang Si rarely had such vulnerable moments; without seeing him like this, she’d thought he was truly invincible.
In fact, what she considered invincible was simply him not wanting her to see the negative, the bad.
This man had always protected her well.
"Tang Si, Tang Si." Song Yi called his name.
The man’s hand tightly clenched into a fist, sweat soaking through his clothes and hair.
"Tang Si."
Her voice quivered, with a sob, she looked at him and said: "Don’t return to the filthy, dark world; I’ll wait for you, I love you."
Song Yi said these words without expecting a response from him.
He was in such pain; hearing his anguished breathing, she knew even breathing was difficult and painful for him.
Yet, as she was led to the door by Fu Jingsheng, just as Fu Jingsheng was about to close it.
Vaguely, she heard a word squeezed through his teeth—
"Okay."
...
Song Yi was shut out by Fu Jingsheng, anxiously waiting.
She had no idea how much time had passed, nor what was happening inside.
She could only pray repeatedly in her heart.
This moment was too powerless and tormenting.
Suddenly, a man’s shout came from inside.
It was a scream.
Painful, unbearable, shouting.
The screams were endless; she heard his voice go hoarse, unrecognizable as Tang Si’s.
Her eyes remained fixed on the door, her feet seemed glued, unable to move.
Every sound was like a knife stabbing her heart, carving away piece by piece.
Unbearably painful.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
She covered her mouth, stopping herself from crying aloud.
The whole body was trembling from crying.
The thin back and frail body looked exceptionally helpless and desolate.
The heartache that made it hard to breathe wrapped around her entire being.
Sobbing uncontrollably.
Song Yi cried so much that she no longer had the strength to stand, squatting down and hugging herself.
But the tears wouldn’t stop, and the sound of sobbing was intermittent.
Clearly, they had agreed to administer pain relief injections.
Liar.
Why would a man who didn’t even groan when shot hurt so much?
She knew how unsightly she looked now, wanting to go in and see the situation, but not daring to let Tang Si see her like this.
Because that would make him feel even more unbearable.
...
Actually, there was no such pain relief injection.
Fu Jingsheng is a smart man, and also a cunning one.
Tang Si definitely wouldn’t want Song Yi to see him like this.
So he had to make her leave.
In this kind of situation, pain meant pain, and it could only be endured.
It’s the kind of pain that feels like being cut into a thousand pieces.
Why is it said that once poisoned by this drug, there’s no cure?
Because even with an antidote, the pain could make one faint, or pass out.
For those with low pain tolerance, not injecting the antidote would cause death as the body succumbs to organ failure.
Injecting the antidote would bring even more pain due to the clash between the antidote and the cellular nerves.
One cannot afford a single pain relief injection, or else it would be ineffective.
Fu Jingsheng stood nearby, but with his back to Tang Si, not looking at him.
He lowered his head, quietly listening.
Listening to the sound of chains struggling, listening to his cries of pain.
You could hear the handcuffs digging into flesh with each struggle, rubbing, causing blood to flow freely.
You could hear the struggle as life slowly ebbs away, yet clinging on.
You could hear it, hear it all...
Sixty percent chance.
There’s a twenty-five percent chance from the injected antidote, the other thirty-five percent, Fu Jingsheng bet on Tang Si’s pain tolerance.
The antidote was not the problem; the problem was whether Tang Si could endure the pain.
He couldn’t imagine the nature of this pain, perhaps feeling as if the whole body was dismantled and crushed.
Crushed repeatedly.
...
This night.
He fainted from the pain.
But soon after, he woke again from the pain, repeatedly, continuously.
Fu Jingsheng tightly clenched his fists, deeply concerned for Tang Si.
His heart tightened, filled with tension and worry.
He seemed unable to endure any longer; his hoarse screams had vanished, and his strength for struggle was gone.
The man’s entire body trembled, not from his strength, but from the stimulation of his nerves.
He was drenched from head to toe, with wrists and ankles cuffed.
The sight was blood-soaked, drop by drop, rubbed onto the ground, hands, face, walls.
A bit here and a spot there, like bright red flowers, rooted in darkness, dragging people towards doom.
This path is full of thorns; this path is filled with roses.
It’s a blood-red road.
Several times, Fu Jingsheng thought Tang Si had died, that his heart had stopped.
But there was something he was stubbornly clinging to, repeatedly, fainting from the pain, only to wake again.
Awake or unconscious, it was all pain.
...
At the point when Tang Si could no longer scream, only making weak struggling sounds.
Fu Jingsheng told Song Yi, "He’s made it through, stop crying, go get some rest."
"Tomorrow morning, you can see him."
Song Yi didn’t believe him; she wanted to go in and see for herself.
Fu Jingsheng blocked her, adamantly refusing to let her.
If she saw such a scene, her tears would flow even harder than now.
Song Yi was in great distress, feeling like she could barely breathe, her chest and lungs ached with pain.
Crying had given her a headache, and her abdomen hurt too.
"Sister, your emotions are too intense right now. It’s not good for the baby inside you." Fu Jingsheng advised her, "I’m telling you the truth, if you don’t want any regrets between you two, then stop crying, and stabilize your emotions. I said he’s alright, and he will be alright."
"If you can’t keep the baby inside you now, there will be no children in the future."
Song Yi’s voice was hoarse, her fox-like eyes already swollen red from crying: "What do you mean?"
"He’s not suitable for having children," Fu Jingsheng explained, "his genes are not suitable."
"Even if there were children, they might be born unhealthy, even incomplete."
Fu Jingsheng: "Of course, I’m not saying he can’t be cured, it can be completely cured, but there are some things that have fused into his blood and cells, they won’t live inside there, but I can’t provide a blood exchange, nor can I guarantee if you conceive, the child won’t carry such things."
"You wouldn’t want your baby to endure such suffering from birth, right?"
Song Yi stared at Fu Jingsheng.
Her mind went blank.
"He’s really okay," Fu Jingsheng led Song Yi upstairs in the research building, "I wasn’t lying to you about this."
Fu Jingsheng checked her pulse, gave her medicine to stabilize the placenta.
"I have no reason to deceive you, I’m not joking."
"The one inside you now is your only one."
Song Yi: "But, he’s been carrying that poison for a long time, even when I first met him."
"Will the baby inside now..."
Fu Jingsheng: "There’s a 90% chance that it won’t."
"Although the virus is carried in his body, it hasn’t activated; dormant viruses are inactive."
"When dormant, it hasn’t spread to his bone marrow and cells."
"It won’t affect the child."
"And if it does, the chance is very small."
After drinking Fu Jingsheng’s medicine, Song Yi felt very sleepy...
"Even if there were children, they might be born unhealthy, even incomplete."
Fu Jingsheng: "Of course, I’m not saying he can’t be cured, it can be completely cured, but there are some things that have fused into his blood and cells, they won’t live inside there, but I can’t provide a blood exchange, nor can I guarantee if you conceive, the child won’t carry such things."
"Would such things rejuvenate in your child."
"You wouldn’t want your baby to endure such suffering from birth, right?"
Song Yi stared at Fu Jingsheng.
Her mind went blank.
"He’s really okay," Fu Jingsheng led Song Yi upstairs in the research building, "I wasn’t lying to you about this."
Fu Jingsheng checked her pulse, gave her medicine to stabilize the placenta.
"I have no reason to deceive you, I’m not joking."
"The one inside you now is your only one."
Song Yi: "But, he’s been carrying that poison for a long time, even when I first met him."
"Will the baby inside now..."
Fu Jingsheng: "There’s a 90% chance that it won’t."
"Although the virus is carried in his body, it hasn’t activated; dormant viruses are inactive."
"When dormant, it hasn’t spread to his bone marrow and cells."
"It won’t affect the child."
"And if it does, the chance is very small."
After drinking Fu Jingsheng’s medicine, Song Yi felt very sleepy...
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