unresponsive love

Chapter 137 I'm Probably Sick
Not knowing exactly where it was, Xia Lin felt like she was lying on a bed, her head was in a daze, vaguely, the voices of two men's conversation echoed in the space, intermittently pouring into her ears.

"Is it worth it? Xiu, is it really worth it?" The man's voice was a little excited.

Another voice was flat, "There is nothing worth it."

"But have you ever thought about what will happen?!"

"I understand." The man's voice was a little weak, and he could vaguely hear a slight cough.

The man said angrily in a hoarse voice, "Maybe you shouldn't have extracted any viruses for you back then. As a doctor, I can't agree with what you are doing now! You have changed! This is not the Chu Xiu I know at all! Irrelevant woman, you can actually attack yourself, and you are so cruel..."

"The results are already out, don't tell me these anymore." Interrupting the man in front, the voice became impatient, "Look how she is doing."

"I think it's better for you to care more about your own problems now. Compared with her, you are ten thousand times worse. Not only are your legs crippled, but now... Maybe I didn't listen to you more than a month ago."

"Enough." The voice was a little dangerous, "Don't make me repeat."

The intermittent words were not real, and fell into Xia Lin's ears vaguely.

She couldn't hear whose voice it was, and wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy, and she felt so weak that she didn't even have the strength to move.

Gradually, the voice in her ear disappeared like that, but soon she could feel a pair of slightly cold hands gently holding hers.

The hand holding her was a little strange, but it was also a little familiar. It was cool, as if it had been touched before.

what happened?

She thought she should be dead, but why, could she vaguely hear other people's conversations?

Are you dreaming?
But...why are the hands holding her so real?
It was a deep sleep again, his thoughts seemed to be wandering in space, a deep sleep that could not be pulled back, his eyelids were heavy, and his intermittent consciousness quickly disappeared.

She didn't know how long she slept like this, it was so long that she didn't know where she was, only a deep confusion, her body was as heavy as lead.

In the mist, someone held her hand again, and the other hand stroked her forehead, it was very gentle, there was warmth in his palm, and she could even feel that his focused eyes were fixed on her.

Obviously, it's someone else.

He didn't seem to speak, just looked at her, his eyes were lingering, with the kind of paranoia and softness she craves, in the quiet space, it seems that there are only two of them...

**
In the corridor of the hospital, Zuo Tang looked at the people in the ward, his pair of handsome eyebrows frowned, and he turned to Liu Yuechuan who was standing by the wall and asked anxiously, "Master Liu, what do you say...that Chu, really? Will you save the young lady?"

Hearing that, Liu Yuechuan frowned, he didn't understand this kind of thing.

During this time, he roughly learned from Zuo Tang what kind of person that man named Chu Xiu was, and he also knew that he was the one who injected Xia Lin with the virus.

Such a cruel man suddenly appeared and said to save Xia Lin, which made people feel unrealistic.

But Lu Nansheng didn't seem to have any objection to this, so they could only trust that man named Chu Xiu for the time being.

Sitting on the chair, Wen Xin was also anxious, clenched her hands uneasily, "It's been two days, and Xia Lin still hasn't moved, it's really worrying."

At this time, Lu Nansheng came out of the ward, glanced at them, and said without emotion, "Go back first, you don't need to wait here."

Liu Yuechuan looked at him, and opened his mouth with difficulty, "She... still hasn't moved?"

"Mn." Lu Nansheng responded lightly, and said no more, no expression could be seen on his stern face.

Liu Yuechuan frowned complicatedly, and then asked again, "What did that person named Chu Xiu tell you?"

If Chu Xiu hadn't said something to him, how could he have believed Chu Xiu?
Chu Xiu is not a kind person, he should be clearer than anyone else, if there is no reason, how could Chu Xiu save Xia Lin?

This is not easy at all. What did the two of them talk about in the ward that day?
But obviously, Lu Nansheng didn't want to talk about this issue with them, he closed his deep eyes lightly, turned around and said, "Don't bother her, you all go back."

Before he could speak, he turned and entered the ward again, automatically shutting them out.

"Nan Sheng!" Liu Yuechuan clenched his hands tightly, but he couldn't bear to force him to say something at this moment.

But this feeling is really unpleasant. Since Xia Lin became what he is now, Lu Nansheng has become more and more strange to him, and the distance is getting farther and farther.

Zuo Tang stared at the closed ward door, his heart was extremely complicated, he calmed down, turned around and said to Liu Yuechuan and Wen Xin, "Let's go back first."

It is futile to stay here. Now, they can't see Xia Lin within a day, but Chu Xiu can enter at will. This feeling is sometimes quite annoying.

They couldn't see each other, but the one surnamed Chu could go and see at will. Are they familiar with Xia Lin, or the one surnamed Chu?
No matter how I think about it, I feel like I can't swallow this breath.

However, Lu Nansheng must have had his own intentions in doing this. All they can do now, I'm afraid, is to trust him...

**
Chu Xiu was sitting in a wheelchair, and a man in his 30s who was wearing a white coat and a pair of golden glasses behind him pushed into the ward.

Seeing Lu Nansheng standing by Xia Lin's side unwaveringly, his eyes did not move, and he gestured to the doctor behind him with his chin.

The expression on the doctor's face was very indifferent, but because of his order, he could only let go of the wheelchair and went forward to examine the sleeping Xia Lin.

Lu Nansheng didn't seem to see them, but still stayed by Xia Lin's side, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, and the soft affection never disappeared, and he seemed so cherished.

The doctor took out a small flashlight, opened Xia Lin's eyelids to take a picture, then stood up straight, and said truthfully, "The virus is slowly dissipating, and you should be conscious after a while."

After that, I didn't want to say anything more, turned around and walked out.

There were only Lu Nansheng, Chu Xiu, and the sleeping Xia Lin in the ward. Chu Xiu didn't seem to want to say anything, so he turned the wheelchair and walked out of the ward.

Lu Nansheng held Xia Lin's hand tightly, and his eyes, which had not been closed for a few days, were filled with faint blood, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, which was his love and affection for her.

**
Sunshine, very warm sunshine, the bright light penetrated her thin eyelids, and she felt a glimmer of light.

I don't know how long I've been asleep. When Xia Lin struggled from the chaos and finally opened his eyes, there was a warm sun in front of him.

The vision is blurred, although there is no darkness like before falling asleep, it is still hazy.

Seemingly unable to react, she sat in the wheelchair for a long, long time, until a familiar man's coughing sound came from not far away.

Hearing this voice, her thoughts seemed to come back in an instant, and finally there was a trace of expression on her dull face.

Even though she couldn't see clearly, she subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and vaguely saw a man sitting in a wheelchair not far from her, "Chu...Xiu?"

"So you can feel that it's me?" He didn't dare to be surprised that she could wake up, as if everything was expected.

She hooked her lips, "I can hear your voice."

As soon as I finished saying this, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She could hardly hear at first, even if Lu Nansheng was talking in her ear at that time, she had to listen carefully with her breath held in order to hear every word he said.

But the feeling is obviously different now, Chu Xiu's voice is very real, and she can hear it even from a distance...

This is wrong, this feeling is obviously wrong, she remembered that she should have died, died in Lu Nansheng's arms, she clearly remembered the sense of powerlessness when her consciousness dissipated and was out of control...

"Have I returned to my light?" She suddenly smiled and said in a nonchalant tone.

Chu Xiu smiled lightly, "Perhaps, it's better than returning to the light."

When she got his answer, she was taken aback for a moment, and said suddenly, "That means we are now in the Yincao Difu. It seems that you were killed by Lu Nansheng. We happened to meet in the Yincao Difu."

Chu Xiu's voice was full of meaning, and seemed to be a joke among friends, "So you thought I was killed so much, but if you can meet him in the underworld, it may not be a good thing."

"……I'm just kidding."

"I know."

"..."

After being silent for a while, she frowned, and then cautiously asked, "Am I... not dead?"

The reason why she thought this way was because the feeling of the sun shining on her body was too warm for her to ignore.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"

Maybe there is no need to ask this question at all, the body is her own, and she knows best if she is alive or not.

Sitting in a wheelchair, I looked at everything in front of me through my blurred eyes. If I guessed right, it was probably outside.

She lowered her eyes, smiled faintly, and twitched the corners of her mouth, "You said that there is no antidote, so it's a miracle now? Or... maybe it's just me dreaming?"

An extravagant dream that she wanted, but didn't dare to do easily.

"It might really be a miracle." Chu Xiu leaned back in the wheelchair, and just finished speaking, he couldn't stop coughing again, and he quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing heartlessly.

Xia Lin noticed something was wrong with him, and glanced at him, but still couldn't see his appearance clearly in his blurred vision, frowned, and asked solemnly, "What's wrong with you?"

Without even looking at it, after coughing, he held the handkerchief in his palm without any trace, and then answered her, "Probably sick."

"sick?"

"Ah."

"What disease?"

(End of this chapter)