Chapter 137: Jian Ye Discharged from Hospital

Chapter 137: Jian Ye's Discharge

The person at the door froze for two seconds, as if unable to believe his eyes.

It wasn’t until Jian Ye called out in a hoarse, weak voice, “Darling, I need water…” that Yi Siyu jolted back to reality. Overcome with excitement, he strode quickly to the bedside, grabbed a clean cup, refilled it with water, and checked it wasn’t too hot before bringing it to the young man’s lips.

“Drink slowly, no rush,” Yi Siyu carefully reminded him, afraid that Jian Ye might choke from drinking too eagerly after waking up parched.

With one hand gently supporting Jian Ye’s back and the other holding the cup, Yi Siyu fed him water like he was handling a baby.

Jian Ye drank several sips in silence, stopping only when the cup was nearly empty.

After finishing the water, Jian Ye instinctively licked his lips. The entire time, his round, doe-eyed gaze remained fixed on Yi Siyu’s face—clear and bright, turning Yi Siyu’s heart to mush.

It had been far too long since Jian Ye had seen his beloved Yi Siyu. Locked in that dark room, the boredom had been unbearable, and if he had been locked up any longer, he might have gone mad.

And how could Yi Siyu not miss Jian Ye?

During these days when Jian Ye remained unconscious, Yi Siyu occasionally wondered if his husband might never wake up. After all, Jian Ye’s message hadn’t specified when he would wake up, which inevitably filled Yi Siyu with worry.

But no matter how long Jian Ye slept, Yi Siyu was determined to stay by his side until he awoke. He wanted to be the first person Jian Ye saw upon waking.

The room fell silent for a moment as the two greedily took in each other’s presence. The tension between them was palpable, their eyes locked, heavy with want.

As if by unspoken agreement, they moved at the same time.

They crashed into each other’s arms, a long-overdue embrace filling their hearts in that instant.

Yi Siyu’s large hand pressed firmly against the back of Jian Ye’s neck, while Jian Ye buried his face in the man’s chest, breathing in his husband’s crisp, familiar scent.

Perhaps overwhelmed by the moment and the pent-up frustration from his confinement, Yi Siyu looked down to find Jian Ye’s eyes reddened, his nose flushed.

Thinking Jian Ye was frightened by memories of the kidnapping, Yi Siyu gently stroked his slightly curly hair. “Don’t be afraid. It’s all over now, and I kept my promise to wait for you to wake up.”

Jian Ye had been holding it together, but the moment he heard Yi Siyu’s deep, soothing voice, he broke down.

He clung tightly to Yi Siyu’s waist, fingers gripping his clothes, and let out soft, broken whimpers.

Yi Siyu’s heart ached unbearably. Cupping his beloved’s face, he kissed his tears away, gentle as a whisper.

Jian Ye stared at his husband’s lips and, unable to resist, leaned in to capture them.

Ah, God, he’d missed this. It was utterly intoxicating!

Driven by longing, Jian Ye fumbled, all teeth and desperation.

Amused, Yi Siyu let him have his way for a while before taking charge. Cradling the back of Jian Ye’s head, he deepened the kiss.

Jian Ye’s lips parted, allowing Yi Siyu’s tongue to slip inside, warm and sure. His breathing grew rapid, and as oxygen was stolen away, he gulped helplessly.

Toes curling under the sheets, he felt his whole body spark to life, head to toe. This kiss forcefully jolted Jian Ye back to himself from the fog he’d been trapped in.

Surrounded by Yi Siyu's scent, Jian Ye felt warmth bubbling in his chest, overflowing with security.

The doctor who came for Jian Ye’s daily check-up now stood at the door, unsure whether to enter or not.

When he discovered Jian Ye had woken up, the doctor almost wept with joy.

Jian Ye was truly the strangest case he had ever encountered.

His body was perfectly healthy internally, yet he remained unconscious, and ran a fever during daytime.

A dozen experienced doctors had debated for half a month without reaching any conclusion, and had to classify it as a new type of illness. They had no treatment plan and could only provide basic nutritional support for Jian Ye.

Initially worried that the fever might harm his body, the doctors later found that the symptom caused no damage whatsoever, and Jian Ye himself showed no signs of discomfort.

The hospital belonged to the Yi family, and they were all employees. They would never neglect their care for the Third Young Master's husband, even if they had no idea how to treat the condition. They still conducted regular check-ups on the patient.

Over the past two weeks, they had compiled a set of basic daily health data for Jian Ye, thinking that in case he remained comatose, any changes in the data might eventually offer clues.

But then, Jian Ye suddenly woke up—without any adverse reactions—and even proceeded to kiss the Third Young Master.

This… was rather awkward to assess.

Judging by his energy, aside from some muscle weakness, he seemed perfectly fine, as though he'd just slept deeply.

The doctor stood at the door, taking notes intently. When Jian Ye and Yi Siyu finally pulled apart, breathless, Jian Ye suddenly noticed the doctor furiously writing and went rigid.

"Brother Siyu, he…" Jian Ye, who had forgotten everything during the kiss, now felt his ears burn with sudden shyness under the doctor’s gaze.

Yi Siyu turned and, seeing the doctor, gently stroked Jian Ye’s hair, soothing him gently. "Be good, let’s get a check-up."

For the next while, Jian Ye was surrounded by a team of doctors.

He couldn’t help but feel like a test subject.

They listened to his heartbeat, checked his blood pressure, scribbled in their notebooks, and exchanged medical terms he couldn’t understand.

In the end, the results showed he was perfectly healthy—so much so that he could be discharged immediately.

Jian Ye knew his condition best—the system was responsible. There was nothing wrong with him.

He couldn’t explain much to Yi Siyu in the hospital, but Yi Siyu could guess his thoughts.

Gazing into those grape-round eyes, he smiled. "After lunch, I’ll take you home, okay?"

"Okay!" Jian Ye was so happy that he polished off two bowls of food.

Since he had just woken up, he couldn’t eat too much. Yi Siyu used an especially small bowl, the size of a child's.

He fed him thin porridge and liquid food. After so long without human meals, even plain congee was absolutely delicious to Jian Ye.

With his "muscle weakness," he was fed bite by bite by Yi Siyu, looking completely pliant and sweet. Watching this scene filled Yi Siyu with indescribable joy.

His wife, his responsibility. The weight Jian Ye had lost during his hospital stay—Yi Siyu would make sure to restore his weight at home.

Before, Jian Ye’s face had traces of youthful roundness, but over the past two weeks, his face had grown more angular. The slight angularity made his features appear even more refined and handsome, his features like a classical painting.

How could his beloved be so beautiful? Yi Siyu admitted that looks had played a big part in his initial attraction to Jian Ye. Who didn’t like someone pretty?

But after bringing him home, he discovered Jian Ye was much more than his beauty. As more of his charms unfolded, Yi Siyu knew there was no escaping him for the rest of his life.

Soon, the Yi family learned that Jian Ye had woken up, and even Old Mr. Jian, who had been worried about his precious grandson for days, rushed over.

His hospital discharge was a big production, with family members escorting him and bodyguards clearing the way.

Only Yi Siyu knew that Jian Ye was in excellent condition. Everyone else treated the newly discharged Jian Ye as a fragile doll, afraid he’d get jostled or hurt on the way.

Concerned that Yi Siyu alone couldn’t handle him, Yu Xinran suggested that Jian Ye should return to the Yi family mansion.

Thinking of how worried everyone had been during this time, Jian Ye didn’t refuse.

Besides, before his kidnapping, they had originally planned to return to the Yi family for the Minor New Year celebration. Now, it was just a long-overdue reunion.

The doctors hadn’t given the family any dietary restrictions for Jian Ye’s discharge, but Yu Xinran was still meticulous in preparing a spread of light but nourishing dishes suitable for a recovering patient.

Having been unconscious for half a month, Jian Ye had not only missed the Minor New Year but also the actual Spring Festival. He never imagined spending New Year’s Eve in a hospital room.

Today was already the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, and some office workers were already back at work after the holiday.

Jian Ye hadn’t even felt the festive atmosphere before the New Year was almost over.

To help him experience the holiday spirit, the Yi family had decked the house out in festive cheer; everything looked lively and celebratory.

Deeply moved, Jian Ye stepped forward to hug his mom and dad.

Yi Siyu’s parents were now his own mom and dad, and under the influence of the warm atmosphere, he couldn’t help but get a little mushy.

Yu Xinran adored this. Her three boys weren’t big on showing affection, and as they grew up, they stopped cuddling up to her.

Seeing Jian Ye act so sweetly delighted her, and she held onto her beautiful boy’s hand, unwilling to let go.

It wasn’t until Yi Siyu finally had enough that he pulled his wife back.

“How old are you, getting jealous over Mom? I know Xiao Ye is your whole world, but now he’s also Mom’s little sweetheart. You two have plenty of time to be all over each other later. Can’t you let Mom borrow your treasure for a little while?”

“Such a miser.”

Yu Xinran’s teasing tone made Jian Ye laugh. Mom was downright adorable.

After this exchange, Yi Siyu was left speechless, and the other three men in the family knew better than to butt in.

Jian Ye had long figured out the family hierarchy—in the Yi household, Yu Xinran ruled the roost.

In the evening, everyone gathered to watch the Spring Festival programs they had missed over the past few days. Yu Xinran was the only one in the Yi family who loved watching TV; the others usually didn’t. But during the holidays, it was fun to watch together for once.

This kind of warmth was something Jian Ye had never experienced in his old life.

Back then, he’d spent every New Year alone…

Looking at Yu Xinran’s joyful laughter, the stern yet doting Yi Xiangcheng, the steady eldest brother, the playful second brother, and…

Yi Siyu, who only had eyes for him.

Jian Ye’s heart swelled with happiness.

That night, back in their room, Yi Siyu drew Jian Ye close as they lay down, sharing a blanket and holding each other tight.

Considering Jian Ye had just been discharged and needed time to recover, Yi Siyu kept it chaste, simply embracing him tenderly.

Alone together, Jian Ye finally felt safe enough to tell Yi Siyu the secrets he’d kept to himself.

"This matter... well, it's complicated," Jian Ye didn't know where to begin, but since he had decided to tell Yi Siyu everything, he patiently explained it sentence by sentence.

He explained that back in the dark room, Jian Ye had asked the system whether he could reveal this secret to someone in the book's world. The system replied that he could, as this world had already broken free from the original plot and gone completely off-script. With subjective consciousness, the world and its characters were no longer mere lines of programmed code.

The system explained that this world had become completely independent, and Jian Ye was no longer just a transmigrator but had fully integrated as a "local" of this world.

As long as it fell within the system's guidelines, Jian Ye could decide for himself what he wanted to do.

"Author's Note"

The Green Tea Cultivation System = The Group Pet Cultivation System (not really)