Chapter 55: Liang Sheng… Has Stomach Cancer?
Shen Xingyu was stunned. He hadn’t expected this situation at all. The person in his arms was still vomiting blood—the flow wouldn’t stop—and then he fainted.
“What—what’s wrong with you?! Why are you vomiting blood!”
Panic-stricken and flustered, he tried to wipe the blood from Liang Sheng’s mouth, but the more he wiped, the more there was. His little wife’s face was half-stained in crimson.
No matter how much he shook him, he wouldn’t wake up.
In that moment, Shen Xingyu felt as if he were about to lose something forever.
The Hospital.
Shen Xingyu rushed toward the emergency room carrying a blood-covered Liang Sheng, shouting, “Where is the doctor?! Doctor! He’s vomiting a lot of blood, save him!”
Liang Sheng lay in his arms, his breath so faint it was nearly inaudible. His hands and feet were cold and stiff, looking like he was already dead.
Several nurses hurriedly pushed out a gurney, and Shen Xingyu carefully placed Liang Sheng onto it.
The doctor immediately fitted him with an oxygen mask and pressed a stethoscope to his chest. His heart rate was dangerously low.
“Why is he vomiting blood?”
Shen Xingyu walked alongside the gurney, his eyes never leaving Liang Sheng. Hearing the doctor’s question, he didn’t know how to answer. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he had forcibly tied Liang Sheng up and dragged him, putting too much strain on his body…
“I—I don’t know… He just suddenly started vomiting blood.”
Shen Xingyu shook his head. The paranoia and madness from before had vanished, replaced only by helplessness and worry.
Liang Sheng’s blood had forced him back to his senses.
“Family members, please stay back. Wait patiently.”
A nurse blocked the man who tried to follow them into the operating room.
The doors of the emergency room slowly closed.
As Liang Sheng vanished from his sight, Shen Xingyu felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart, and he grew dazed.
Everything had been fine… how could he vomit blood?
He slumped onto the bench, his mind a mess. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way the blood had flowed and the look in those tearful eyes—a level of disappointment and pain he had never seen before.
Shen Xingyu grabbed his head in frustration and closed his eyes. He couldn’t understand it. Liang Sheng’s health shouldn’t be this poor. Was it just because he tripped and was dragged for a while?
What was really wrong with Liang Sheng…?
Inside the operating room, Liang Sheng’s consciousness was fading.
His ears were buzzing, filled with a chaotic mix of human voices and machine beeps.
His labored breaths formed a white mist on the oxygen mask.
On the monitor beside him, various vital signs were dropping rapidly.
He felt as though his body were light as a feather, as if he were lying on a cloud being carried away, drifting and swaying.
Pain… he could no longer feel it.
He was so sleepy… so tired…
If only he could sleep forever like this.
Liang Sheng thought fuzzily, not wanting to open his eyes. In his daze, he seemed to see Shen Xingyu.
It was the Shen Xingyu from their university days.
His tall silhouette was backlit, smiling at him gently.
But why did that back view feel so distant? It felt as if seeing him was something from the last century, yet also as if it were just yesterday—as if he had just finished school and had only waited for the man at the gate for five minutes.
He wanted to reach out and hold that man’s hand, but his fingers caught only air. The young man standing before him vanished, dissolving into flickering light and shadow.
“Shengsheng.”
Before Liang Sheng could react, a gentle call sounded from behind him. He turned to see his mother waiting at the school gate in her apron, come to take him home.
In this vision, he had returned to his childhood. He was being led by his mother’s large, warm hand, skipping along.
“Was Shengsheng a good boy today?”
“Yes! Shengsheng can do math now! The teacher gave me a little red flower as a reward. Look, Mama!”
“Wonderful! Mama will go back and make sweet and sour fish for you! A reward for your little red flower.”
“Yay! Sweet and sour fish is my favorite!”
The adult Liang Sheng stood on the stone path of the old street, his memories becoming hazy. He watched the blurred figures of the woman and the child, a smile forming on his lips—but as he smiled, he began to cry.
The scene shifted, and his mother’s figure appeared in the air.
Everything around him felt surreal.
“Mama, have you come to take me away…?”
He looked at the face he missed every single day. Trembling, he reached out toward her, suddenly feeling very happy.
He wanted so badly for his mother to take him home.
Anywhere would do, as long as she was by his side.
He didn’t want to live alone anymore.
No one loved him.
But in the hallucination, his mother didn’t take his hand as she had when he was a child. Instead, she pushed him away and shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. Her voice sounded ethereal: “No, child. Mama cannot take you away. You must live well. Mama will watch over you from heaven.”
“Don’t… don’t! Don’t go… don’t leave Shengsheng behind… Shengsheng is in so much pain…”
Liang Sheng wailed in his dream, but no matter how he reached out, his mother never looked back.
Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and soaked into the pillow. His consciousness had already died within the vision.
In reality, he had no will left to live.
As his body lay on the cold operating table, the surrounding equipment began to blare alarms.
“Oxygen saturation is continuing to drop—90, 85, 80… Quick, administer respiratory stimulants immediately!”
“Increase oxygen flow, prepare for intubation! Maintain vital signs!”
“Blood pressure is falling too. Push adrenaline, now!”
“All indicators are unstable. Everyone, focus! Don’t let the oxygen drop any further!”
The doctors didn’t want to give up on him.
But a person whose heart is completely dead cannot be saved.
Liang Sheng began to vomit blood uncontrollably again.
Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, staining the snow-white sheets a shocking, bright red.
“What do we do?! The patient’s hemorrhaging won’t stop!”
“He’ll die from blood loss at this rate!”
“Notify the blood bank immediately! We need a transfusion now!”
Outside the doors, Shen Xingyu had been waiting for over two hours.
The wait was long and agonizing.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn’t sit still. His fingers were raw from his nervous picking, even drawing blood.
People came and went in the hallway, but he stood like a statue in the corner, shrouded in shadow.
He didn’t know how Liang Sheng was doing…
He would be fine, right…?
His pale self-consolation was useless.
Shen Xingyu didn’t dare think about it. He truly didn’t dare to imagine what he would do if Liang Sheng died. Would he break down?
He was afraid…
Years ago, it had been just like today. He had stood alone outside an emergency room, waiting for his mother to come out.
In the end, all he received was a corpse covered in a white sheet.
At that time, he was too young to understand why those people treated his mother that way. She was clearly just sleeping, yet everyone told him to “accept his grief.”
Accept his grief…
What was the use of that?
Even today, Shen Xingyu could still feel the pain from twenty years ago as if it were yesterday.
He didn’t want to see it again. He didn’t want history to repeat itself. He didn’t want Liang Sheng to meet him in this way.
At this moment, he suddenly realized how important Liang Sheng was in his heart—an irreplaceable importance.
In his daze, the door opened.
Shen Xingyu snapped awake, his body swaying slightly as he rushed toward the doctor. His voice was hoarse.
“How is he…?”
“Are you the patient’s family?”
The doctor removed his mask, his face full of exhaustion.
“I am his husband.”
Shen Xingyu was emotional, grabbing the doctor’s hand. His eyes were bloodshot. “How is he? Tell me! He’s still alive, right…?”
His voice grew weak. Looking at the doctor’s solemn expression, he suddenly lost his nerve.
“Sir, please remain calm. Although we have stabilized his condition, there was massive hemorrhaging in the stomach. We removed a large amount of indigestible grass and tree bark from his stomach. That’s why he couldn’t stop vomiting blood.”
The doctor was confused. How could a living person have such hard things in their stomach?
Shen Xingyu’s heart skipped a beat.
Could it be because he intentionally starved Liang Sheng for the past two days, so he ate grass and bark…? How could he be so stupid!
Now was not the time for regret. The doctor urgently asked, “Does he often vomit blood? How long has this been happening?”
“I don’t know… This is the first time I’ve seen him like this.”
Shen Xingyu frowned. On a daily basis, he treated this little wife like air—negligible and ignored. How would he know if the other person often vomited blood? If he had known, he never would have starved him.
“Doesn’t he just have gastritis? How could gastritis cause this much blood?”
Shen Xingyu was confused. His mother had a stomach ailment before, and it was never this severe!
“What gastritis? Your wife has stomach cancer!”
The doctor’s face turned grim as he scolded, “How can you be such a muddled husband? You didn’t even know your own wife has stomach cancer!”
The words “stomach cancer” hit like a bolt from the blue. Shen Xingyu’s head went numb, and he couldn’t react for a long time.
Shock, disbelief, and a trace of heartache.
Liang Sheng… had stomach cancer?
Why was he only finding out now? Why didn’t Liang Sheng say anything? Why was it cancer…?
No wonder he saw Liang Sheng taking so many stomach pills that day. No wonder he asked such a nonsensical question about what would happen if he died. There had been signs all along.
It was just that he never cared.
And he had tortured that man over and over again.
If he had discovered it earlier, would Liang Sheng have been in less pain?
Shen Xingyu was suddenly overcome with guilt.
He hadn’t wanted to treat Liang Sheng this way. He wanted the other man’s eyes to be only on him, to keep him by his side forever. But there were too many extreme emotions at play, causing him to do many things against his own heart.
“The most important thing right now is a blood transfusion. He has Rh-negative blood. This blood type is too rare, and the blood bank doesn’t have a match. We must find a donor as soon as possible! If you have any relatives or friends with Type O blood, bring them here to save him! If we delay any longer, his life will be in danger!”
After giving the stern warning, the doctor turned back into the operating room.
Shen Xingyu stood frozen on the spot. His phone fell to the ground with a clatter.
His body wouldn’t stop trembling.
Moisture began to spread in his eyes.
After regaining his senses, he quickly bent over to pick up the phone and called Qin Lou. “Bring Su Nian here.”
Without waiting for Qin Lou’s answer, he hung up. In an instant, his strength seemed to vanish, and he slumped onto the chair. He couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart; he had never been this helpless or afraid. This sensation was driving him mad.
Was he about to lose Liang Sheng?
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