Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Gu Shiting’s Delight
The sense of stagnant blood brought by the darkness gradually receded. His heart was violently fluctuating, his blood racing.
It was like the sound of the temple bell in the distance, striking his heart with a thud. The dizziness in his mind and the buzzing in his ears suddenly dissipated by three or four tenths.
He struggled to lift his hand, holding Sheng Tang tightly.
She was almost suffocating.
She faintly heard the sound of a car engine, unsure whether it was her illusion.
It wasn’t until the car headlights tore through the dark night, casting their light into their car, that Sheng Tang realized help had arrived.
She let out a sigh of relief.
She mustered all her strength and pushed Gu Shiting off her. At this moment, Song Chen opened the car door from the driver’s seat.
Sheng Tang pursed her lips, wanting to call Brother Song, but her mouth was full of metallic sweetness.
Gu Shiting had actually bitten her lip.
Song Chen hesitated not a bit and dragged Gu Shiting down, stuffing him into the car he had driven over.
The car’s overhead light was bright, and in such brilliance, Gu Shiting opened his eyes.
His eyelashes were already soaked with cold sweat, making his eyes look even darker and wetter, akin to a newborn puppy.
"Young Master, take the medication first." Song Chen deftly took out the medicine, unscrewed the water bottle beside him, and handed it over.
Gu Shiting waved his hand: "Tangtang..."
Sheng Tang, at this moment, opened the car door on the other side: "I’m here, quickly take your medicine."
Gu Shiting’s hands were still trembling.
He managed to take the medicine, placing it in his mouth, and swallowed it whole.
Song Chen brought the water bottle closer, holding it himself, helping him take small sips.
In just a minute or so, Song Chen had settled Gu Shiting.
Sheng Tang looked up at Song Chen and found him also drenched in sweat.
In the mountains during this season, it wasn’t hot, and even after nightfall, the wind blowing through the trees carried a chilly sting.
"Brother Song..." Sheng Tang called him softly.
Song Chen came back to his senses, showing a bitter smile: "I’m fine."
Caring for the young master was his duty, but lately, he seemed to lose his mind, putting the young master in danger.
He shouldn’t have missed a single call from the young master; this was his responsibility.
If his phone had been by his side all along, he would have picked up the young master long ago.
"Brother Song, Ting is also fine. During the winter vacation, I stayed with him through the darkness every day. Each time his condition was worse than this, but after resting for a while, he could recover." Sheng Tang said.
The young master didn’t fall into a coma, which was indeed fortunate.
Thank goodness for Sheng Tang.
Song Chen smiled at her again: "Tangtang, thank you."
"You’ve helped me more, there’s no need for thanks." Sheng Tang replied.
As they spoke, Gu Shiting could already speak, though in a weak voice.
He patted Song Chen’s shoulder: "I’m not dead, don’t look so worried, and don’t inform the family."
He was much clearer now, the ringing in his ears gone. He knew he was about to recover.
Despite being tormented by his sickness, his mood was excellent.
His Tangtang had kissed him voluntarily.
It felt like he was shooting into the sky like a rocket, making it hard for him to suppress his full-faced smile.
Gu Shiyan’s car arrived a bit later.
She rushed out of the car, shocked to see her brother looking miserable yet grinning: "Has he lost his mind?"
Sheng Tang: "..."
