Chapter 88
At the hospital.
Wen Jiafei sat on the bench outside the operating room, silently looking at the old, obsolete optical computer in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the messaging terminal, lost in thought.
Tonight, Wen Yue had a sudden emergency and was rushed into the operating room for resuscitation. He was very bewildered right now. The doctor had clearly said her condition was improving, and she even had occasional moments of lucidity. Why did she suddenly enter emergency resuscitation again?
Wen Jiafei’s mind was now full of the sentence she had intermittently urged him with just now.
[Don’t save me, live a good life.]
He let out a long breath and forced himself to sit up straight, leaning against the smooth wall behind him. The operating room sign remained lit—unknown result, unknown time.
A moment later, a nurse walked over. She had seen Wen Jiafei many times, and everyone on this floor knew his family’s situation. But knowing was one thing; procedures still had to be followed.
She held a stack of slips in her hand. “Jiafei, these are the slips. Take a look.”
Wen Jiafei put the old optical computer aside and reached out with both hands to take the slips from the nurse. Written on them was the amount to be paid.
He said in a deep voice, “Thank you, I’ll go pay in a bit.”
The nurse pursed her lips and said, “Don’t lose hope. Your mother will definitely get better.”
Wen Jiafei gave an “En.”
Knowing Wen Jiafei wasn’t in the mood to talk, the nurse offered a few more words of comfort and left.
Only Wen Jiafei remained in the empty corridor.
He placed the payment slips beside him and picked up his optical computer again.
Half an hour ago, driven by some inexplicable impulse, he had sent a message to Shen Shuyu. Even now, Shen Shuyu hadn’t replied.
Wen Jiafei took a deep breath and couldn’t help smiling self-mockingly.
He didn’t know what he was thinking sending a message to Shen Shuyu. How could the Shen family’s deeply doted-upon Little Young Master truly consider them friends?
He must be muddled in the head to take the Little Young Master’s playful words seriously.
Wen Jiafei sighed, tilting his head down slightly. The amount on the payment slip wasn’t low, and there were subsequent costs. Although every member of the first-place team would get a 200,000 bonus, he didn’t know if the bonus would be issued on the spot or later.
He was embarrassed to keep stalling. The hospital had already given him a lot of leeway, and he didn’t want to make things difficult for Dr. An and the others.
Thinking this, Wen Jiafei leaned the back of his head against the wall, looking at the ‘Surgery in Progress’ sign.
Don’t save her.
How could he not save her? In this world, the only one left who could shelter him from the wind and rain was Wen Yue.
Wen Jiafei let out another breath. He stood up, took the payment slips, and walked to the nurse’s station to find the nurse from earlier.
“Hello. It’s raining outside. I’ll leave the slips here for now; I’m going to withdraw money.”
Wen Jiafei handed the slips to her. The nurse sister said, “Okay. Do you have an umbrella?”
Wen Jiafei shook his head. “No need.”
Seeing this, the nurse sister nodded. “Then be careful.”
It was already 10:30 PM. Although outside was still bustling and brightly lit, this hour was also prone to incidents that shouldn’t happen.
Wen Jiafei expressed his thanks.
He turned around briskly and walked toward the elevator lobby. His well-defined fingers pressed the down button. The elevator was rising slowly.
Wen Jiafei took out his optical computer and opened the terminal. He had very few contacts. Soon, he found a contact named Old D.
This was his manager for underground boxing. He had been fighting in the underground boxing circle for nearly a year. Although he didn’t have many matches this year, he had accumulated some fame. After all, everyone wanted to see how a disabled Alpha could defeat opponents stronger than himself.
Old D had asked him if he wanted to fight when he entered the survival battle. He had refused because of the competition. Although underground boxing brought money fast, one fight could mean light injuries for a few days or heavy injuries costing half a life. At that critical juncture, he wanted to conserve his strength.
Wen Jiafei’s finger moved on the optical computer. Just as he was about to send a message to Old D, the elevator dinged, pulling him back to reality.
The elevator had arrived.
Wen Jiafei looked up, intending to walk in, but upon seeing the person inside, he couldn’t lift his feet.
Shen Shuyu was here.
He was wearing a light gray hoodie with the hood up. The rain outside had dampened his clothes, the dark and light patches exceptionally distinct.
He also seemed surprised to run into Wen Jiafei at the elevator entrance. He asked with confusion, “Are you heading out?”
As he spoke, Shen Shuyu walked out of the elevator.
Wen Jiafei’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He said hoarsely, “You… why did you come?”
Shen Shuyu was even more confused. “Didn’t I send you a message?”
Saying this, he extended his hand from inside his sleeve, fished his optical computer out of his pocket, opened it to look, said “Ah,” and then looked up. “I just realized I typed the message but forgot to send it.”
Wen Jiafei’s gaze fell on his optical computer.
[Wen Jiafei: My mother is in emergency resuscitation. Can you lend me some money?]
[yu: Sure, I’m coming.]
Shen Shuyu put the optical computer back in his pocket and muttered, “I was in too much of a rush when I came out; thought I sent it.”
Shen Shuyu unzipped his hoodie. Only then did Wen Jiafei notice he was protecting a kraft paper bag inside. Shen Shuyu took the bag out and handed it to Wen Jiafei. “I didn’t know how much you needed, so I just withdrew some randomly. If it’s not enough, I’ll go withdraw more later.”
Wen Jiafei held the bag with one hand. Having been pressed between the clothes and Shen Shuyu’s body, the bag carried some of his body heat. He looked down—it was full of cash.
Seeing him stay silent, Shen Shuyu stepped forward and asked in confusion, “Did it get wet? I hid it pretty fast.”
It hadn’t been raining when he left, but unexpectedly, not long after withdrawing the money and coming out, the rain got heavier. Fortunately, the hospital wasn’t far, so he had simply clutched it to his chest and jogged all the way here.
He pulled open the bag’s opening and looked inside. “It didn’t get wet, right?”
Wen Jiafei’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He opened his mouth but found he didn’t know what to say right now.
Shen Shuyu looked up at him, shocked. “Wen Jiafei, what time is it, and you’re zoning out? Are you silly? Crazy?”
“No,” Wen Jiafei said softly. “Thank you.”
Shen Shuyu waved his hand. “Go pay quickly. I’m going back.”
After speaking, he turned around to press the elevator button. The scent of camellia after rain permeated the air.
“Shen Shuyu,” Wen Jiafei called out to him.
Shen Shuyu looked back. “What is it?”
Wen Jiafei said, “It’s raining heavily outside. You… leave a bit later.”
Only the two of them were in the elevator lobby. Quieting down to listen carefully to the sounds outside, the rain was indeed heavier than before.
Shen Shuyu hadn’t brought an umbrella, nor did he ask the driver to drive him; he had taken a taxi here. In this weather, there would be many people hailing taxis or flying cars; he estimated it would be hard to get back too.
Shen Shuyu withdrew his hand. “Alright, I’ll go back later.”
Wen Jiafei gave an “En” and walked toward the nurse station with the bag of cash. Shen Shuyu followed swaggeringly.
The nurse sister saw him. “Back so soon?”
Wen Jiafei retrieved the payment slips and went to the payment counter. The payment counter was automated. He handed over the money—a large bag of it—and finally kept only one bill.
Wen Jiafei put that single bill away securely. Turning around, he saw Shen Shuyu leaning against the nurse station counter, chatting smilingly with the nurse on duty.
Wen Jiafei stood in place looking at him. He was very relaxed and didn’t seem angry that his clothes had gotten wet.
He actually gave birth to a different feeling: The Little Young Master really wants to be friends with him.
The old Shen Shuyu wouldn’t deliver money to him in the middle of the night, nor would he chat so happily with a nurse sister. After all, in his eyes…
Chi Yanxun was the only person he should pay attention to.
Shen Shuyu gathered the information he wanted at the nurse station. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, wondering why Wen Jiafei hadn’t come back from paying the bill. Just as he was about to go look, he turned his head and saw Wen Jiafei standing in the distance watching him.
Shen Shuyu tilted his head, raised his hand to wave, and asked, “Wen Jiafei, what are you doing standing over there?”
Wen Jiafei snapped back to reality. He walked slowly toward Shen Shuyu and said softly, “Coming.”
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