Shen Shuangjian was still unconscious when she was transferred to the VIP ward, Shen Sixian was still worried, so he asked the doctor to follow him to the outside of the ward and they barely managed to talk at the door.
"Although the patient's condition has returned to normal, there is one situation that remains quite serious."
The doctor, a middle-aged woman, looked at Shen Sixian with a serious expression and said, "You should know that the patient has a blood clotting disorder, right?"
After being under immense emotional tension, Shen Sixian was somewhat unsteady on his feet, but in front of others, he always maintained that stubborn bravado.
He sat on a bench against the wall and nodded silently.
"Generally speaking, we usually adopt conservative treatment for congenital heart disease, and we do not recommend surgery unless the condition becomes severe."
"This patient just had a common heart attack, but as time goes on, the workload on his heart may increase, and he may need heart bypass surgery or even a heart transplant."
The more the doctor spoke, the more serious his expression became.
"However, the patient has a coagulation disorder, and the condition is quite serious. If the surgery had been performed when the patient was a child, the situation would be much more optimistic. But given the patient's physical condition now, our recommendation is to continue with conservative treatment."
Shen Sixian used to be so confident in his sharp mind, able to understand the unspoken meanings of others; now, that's how much he hated it.
He wished he couldn't understand her words. Was it because if he couldn't understand, Shen Shuangjian would be safe and sound forever?
But the truth is, Shen Shuangjian only twenty-two years old this year, but there is a time bomb inside his body that could explode at any time.
If left unchecked, it could turn on Shen Shuangjian life.
But if we really try to control it, this bomb will only explode even faster.
How could you tell him that Shen Shuangjian to die while he is powerless to do anything about it?
"Why? Is it really impossible to save him? Or is there any way to prevent his heart condition from flaring up?"
Shen Sixian didn't even know what stupid thing he had said that defied common sense. He looked up at the serious doctor until the doctor slowly shook his head.
"That's how unpredictable heart disease is; a patient might be sitting quietly one second and suddenly have an attack the next."
"Actually, you don't need to worry too much. Fortunately, the patient's heart condition is still very optimistic and is far from needing surgery. As long as he takes good care of himself and continues with conservative treatment, he may still be able to live to a ripe old age."
After speaking, the doctor went in to observe Shen Shuangjian's condition again. Seeing that it remained stable, he gave her a regretful and sympathetic look.
Such a beautiful child, and so young, it's such a pity.
She shook her head, turned, and left.
The ward door was gently closed again, and the ward returned to silence, except for the regular sound of the electrocardiogram machine, and slowly, only the soft, mingling breaths remained.
Shen Sixian on the chair by the bed. He looked at the pale and fragile Shen Shuangjian and finally couldn't help but hold his hand, pressing it against his forehead, desperately feeling the last trace of body warmth.
In his most impulsive and helpless moments, Shen Sixian even considered that if someone could save Shen Shuangjian, he would be willing to give up everything he had.
But this is, after all, the real world.
No one will hear his voice, and nothing can be accomplished through exchange.
Shen Sixian always regretted not discovering Shen Shuangjian's stubbornness, vulnerability, and helplessness sooner.
Why couldn't he have been a responsible older brother sooner?
Thus, the indifference, contempt, and distance he had once felt now felt like spinning blades, striking Shen Sixian, constantly tormenting him, leaving him bloodied and in excruciating pain.
Honestly, from an outsider's perspective, was Shen Sixian really wrong? In fact, if Shen Shuangjian were replaced by anyone else, Shen Sixian wouldn't think he was wrong.
But when you love someone, even the slightest frown from them makes you realize you're wrong.
The mistake is beyond redemption, the mistake is irreversible.
All of Shen Sixian's heartache, guilt, remorse, and regret stemmed from the fact that he was currently in love with Shen Shuangjian.
They would want all the suffering the other person has endured to disappear, and would blame themselves for not appearing sooner to shelter them from the storm and cherish them like a treasure.
In this world, there are no people closer to us than them.
Shen Sixian's face was pressed against Shen Shuangjian's limp palm. He lowered his eyes and said slowly and gently, "Fine, I can never do anything with you."
Every single time, it's the same.
"If you're safe and sound, I won't object if you want to participate in the show. You like reading, so I'll have someone find the original manuscripts. In the summer, I'll take you to Hokkaido with its pleasant climate, and in the winter, I'll take you to warm Lisbon. I can even get you a little lion cub on a private island."
Shen Sixian spoke softly, always slowly and gently telling her story.
"So, Shuangjian, as long as you are safe and happy, your brother is always willing to compromise for you."
Those pale, frail hands no longer had to hang limply; instead, someone was holding them tightly, unwilling to let go for a long, long time.
But Shen Shuangjian kept her eyes closed the whole time. Beneath her long eyelashes, the dark blue beauty mark on her tear mole seemed even darker against her bloodless skin.
At this moment, Shen Sixian could no longer receive Shen Shuangjian's gaze; his light brown eyes were hidden by heavy eyelids.
Shen Sixian couldn't see Shen Shuangjian's focused gaze while reading, nor could he see the bewildered look in his eyes when he was woken up.
He remained unconscious, and Shen Sixian couldn't even discern from his gaze and expression Shen Shuangjian was in pain, hurt, or afraid.
" Shuangjian, did you hear that?"
"My brother is scared."
"I'm really scared..."
Shen Sixian's soft murmurs faded into the ward, blocked by the door and unable to reach the outside.
The person sleeping in the ward couldn't hear it, and neither could the person standing outside the ward.
Xie Jinghui stood silently watching for a long time through the narrow pane of glass in the middle of the door.
He tentatively reached out, as if to grasp the doorknob, push open the door that separated him, and then walk to Shen Shuangjian's side to stay with him and watch over him.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the handle, Xie Jinghui suddenly stopped.
He stood there, thinking for a long time, but didn't move until finally, he withdrew his grip.
So he took two steps back and sat down slowly with his head down, not far from the ward.
The night is long, I wait patiently for dawn.