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Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Shen Zhao stood at the door in a daze, looking at Song Ling on the bed, his whole person turned petrified.
Behind the door, Ji Mingshu walked in with the kettle in his hand, saw the door open, and rushed in in shock. After seeing Shen Zhao standing at the door, he asked in a trance, "Miss Shen—"
She just came out and forgot to close the door.
Song Ling leaned lazily on the head of the bed, looked away from Shen Zhao, and slowly looked at Ji Mingshu at the door. There was no joy or anger in his voice, and he only said softly, "Put down the teapot and go out first."
Ji Mingshu was a little uneasy when the boss's order to keep the secret was revealed. She pursed her lips and put the teapot in her hand on the table next to the entrance. She whispered yes, then turned and left the ward. Take it to the door.
There were only the two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while, making people a little uneasy, and even the breath was suppressed.
Song Ling calmly raised his head and stared at the person standing at the end of the bed, with a lazy posture and no expression on his face, but his face looked a little weak.
Or maybe it was because he didn't make up, his whole face looked a little sickly white.
Song Ling glanced at her, raised his jaw, and said in a low voice, "Go and pour some water."
Shen Zhao glanced across Song Ling's face, caught a glimpse of her chapped lips, pursed her lower lip without speaking, raised her feet and walked towards the table.
The boiling water Ji Mingshu just poured was very hot.
Shen Zhao poured a cup, mixed it with some cold white water, and then walked to the bed with a cup of warm water and handed it to Song Ling.
Song Ling's arm was a little sore, she was unable to lift it up, took the water glass, and drank it all in one breath.
In the quiet ward, there was only the sound of her swallowing, which was very obvious.
Song Ling drank it all, handed her the cup, and instructed: "Pour another cup."
Shen Zhao paused lightly, turned around and poured another glass.
I don't know if she was really thirsty or what, so she sent her to pour four or five glasses of water in a row. Shen Zhao suddenly remembered that when she was hospitalized with a fever last time, Song Ling also kept pouring water for her, pouring several glasses in a row.
Now that the two are swapped, she is pouring water for Song Ling.
It's just that the atmosphere is different now. After she learned that Song Ling was the one who donated bone marrow to her father, everything seemed to be different.
After drinking the last glass of water, Song Ling took a breath and still leaned lazily beside the bed. Shen Zhao stood by the bed, just blocking the dark night outside the window.
There was silence in the room, and Shen Zhao finally couldn't help it, but for a while, she suddenly didn't know where to start her question. In the end, she asked her gently, "Didn't you tell me that you were going on a business trip?"
Song Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little funny. She thought she could ask something, she would question her and lie to her, or she would be grateful that she donated the bone marrow herself.
The brain is ridiculously stupid.
Song Ling raised her eyes, met her gaze, and said coldly, "Yeah, that's a lie to you."
Shen Zhao pursed his lips and suddenly fell silent.
Yes, Song Ling deceived her very little, time and time again, shouldn't she have gotten used to it long ago?
Without arguing with her, Shen Zhao calmed down, his voice was soft, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Why didn't you tell me that it was you who donated bone marrow to my father?"
Song Ling's eyes fell on her face, remembering what Ji Mingshu reported to her just now, she felt a little unhappy for a while, and there was a slight sullen in her voice, and replied to her: "So, after you know the truth, you plan to be grateful and guilt-free. Stay by my side, or are you planning to break the contract with Raisel and reconnect with him and fly away?"
Shen Zhao was stunned, knowing that Ji Mingshu had told Song Ling about her phone call with Sier in the afternoon. She was silent, her eyelashes lowered, and she stood there in a daze, pursing her lips, not knowing what to say. She is like a person who waits for others to ruthlessly criticize her after her mistakes are exposed.
Song Ling frowned at her, and suddenly said sarcastically: "Shen Zhao, now we are not in a transactional relationship, but you owe me."
Shen Zhao pursed his lips tightly and stared at the person in front of him, his dark eyes with an unknown meaning.
She didn't understand Song Ling, let alone her thoughts.
Maybe she had a momentary thought that her father's operation was successful, and what she owed Song Ling was just a sum of money, and the two-year contract was just a robbery. She could have broken the contract in advance, as long as she signed an IOU for Song Ling, she could leave and get back with Sier.
Such a thought is only for a moment.
However, Ji Mingshu found out and told Song Ling.
But now, Song Ling has become the person who donated bone marrow to her father, and what she owes her is not only the money, but also the favor.
A great favor is that Song Ling used his marrow to save his father.
If she wanted to repay this favor, there was no way she could do anything except give herself to her.
At first, he just fell into the trap and was coerced and lured. For the sake of his father and money, he had to break up with Sier.
But now everything has changed, she is trapped, and she will never give up this kind of favor in her life.
Shen Zhao was silent, she stood there and looked at the person in front of her.
She didn't know what to do at this moment, and a deep sense of powerlessness wrapped her into a cocoon. There was no other way than to be obedient and slaughtered.
The phone in his hand suddenly rang, breaking such an inexplicable moment.
Shen Zhao couldn't help lowering his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the caller ID on the screen.
No notes, just a string of numbers.
It was the phone call from the afternoon, in front of Song Ling at such a moment.
The bells kept ringing, making her feel irritated.
She took the phone and turned to go out.
"Stop." Song Ling looked up at her back, her eyes were dark and deep, and she couldn't see any emotion, she said coldly.
Shen Zhao paused at his feet and stood at the door, only one door away from the outside.
His fingers gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Answer the phone and turn on the amplifier." Song Ling saw Shen Zhao's back and profile, and knew who was calling without guessing.
She wanted Shen Zhao to completely stop thinking.
Shen Zhao's eyes were red, she turned her head, and tightly squeezed the phone in her hand. The ringing sounded, and each sound thumped in her heart.
"Song Ling, I beg you, I have already agreed to break up with her, can you stop hurting her?" Shen Zhao trembled and begged for mercy with a little cry in his voice.
Song Ling stared at her, her expression softened for a moment, but she returned to indifference the next second, she was a little impatient, "Don't ask me to say it a second time, answer the phone."
Shen Zhao can't stand such a situation, she has already hurt Sier once, absolutely can't do it again, absolutely not!
Shen Zhao suddenly hung up the phone quickly. Tears dripped from her eyes uncontrollably and fell silently onto the carpet. She raised the tip of her eyes, her eyes were full of complex emotions, both sharp and fearful.
"Song Ling, I promise you, I will never be delusional again, I will follow you, be with you, and never betray you." Shen Zhao finally summoned up the courage and couldn't bear to say her last bargaining chip.
She should have recognized the reality long ago, and should not have been wishful thinking about getting back with Sier.
That is an impossible thing, even if there is a two-year contract, she should have understood the truth.
For her and Sier, it is no longer possible.
And she will always owe Song Ling with this great life-saving grace. As long as Song Ling does not abandon her, she will not be able to escape for a day.
Song Ling didn't say a word, and looked at her tearful eyes. After a while, she said softly, "Come here."
Shen Zhao lowered her eyes and lightly blinked her lower eyelashes. Tears dripped from her pupils like that. She swallowed the soreness in her throat, walked over, squatted obediently in front of the bed, and looked up at her.
Song Ling stared at this haggard face, leaned over slightly, raised her hand to hold her face, rubbed her thumb lightly on her cheek, and wiped away the tears.
There was a fearful meekness in her eyes, causing her to be in a trance for a moment. Song Ling slightly curled the corners of her lips, and said in a low voice, "This time, does the word count?"
Shen Zhao trembled uncontrollably, put his hands on the bedside, nodded with tears in his eyes and said, "Count, count!"
The person in front of him gradually lost his hostility, and the edges and corners of his body were smoothed, and he was completely different from the Shen Zhao three months ago.
Song Ling lowered her eyes and looked at the person in front of her lightly. This Shen Zhao was the Shen Zhao she had taught her.
"Why are you crying, get up." Song Ling patted her cheek, and suddenly curled her lips into a chuckle with a relaxed tone.
Shen Zhao angrily stopped her tears, stood up obediently, and stood in front of her bed.
"Wipe away your tears." Song Ling ordered in a low voice.
Shen Zhao obediently raised the back of his hand and wiped the tears from his cheeks. She is like a puppet, without soul, without life, a puppet that belongs only to Song Ling.
When the words were over, the room returned to silence.
Song Ling leaned against the head of the bed, glanced over, and said in a light voice, "Just stay in the hospital tonight, don't go back."
Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, his eyes were slightly alive, and then he said yes without retorting.
Song Ling caught a glimpse of her obedient appearance, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while. If it is normal, she may question her, or she may have a big fight with her.
Song Ling lowered her long eyes and explained in a low voice, "I need someone to take care of me."
Shen Zhao didn't answer her words, her eyelashes trembled, and it took a long while to realize that Song Ling was explaining to her the reason why she was staying in the hospital.
She lowered her eyes, and said indifferently, "Okay."
Song Ling stayed in the hospital for three whole days, and his body has almost recovered. In the past three days, in addition to visiting Father Shen in the sterile warehouse, Shen Zhao has been taking care of Song Ling, and at night, he is also in the ward with the bed.
It's just that she suddenly suffered from insomnia. In the past three days, she hadn't slept very much intermittently.
Not sleepy, just can't sleep.
I closed eyes, mind was empty, didn't think about anything, but just couldn't sleep.
After Song Ling was discharged from the hospital, she no longer needed to stay with her in the hospital. Every day, Ji Mingshu would come to take her back to the villa.
The days seem to have returned to the past, and it has become a two-point and one-line life between a hospital and a villa.
Shen's father's surgery recovered very well. Even Meng Yunan said that it was a miracle. After the bone marrow transplant, Shen's father's body did not show any rejection.
This is the only thing that Shen Zhao feels fortunate and happy about, other than that, she seems to be living her life in a muddled way.
The problem of insomnia was getting worse and worse. She hadn't slept for five days at most, and Song Ling realized that something was wrong with her.
If there is a problem with sleep, no amount of energy is enough. His eyes were terrifyingly black, and he had no strength during the day. When the sun came out, he could barely lean against the sun and squint for a while.
I also eat very little, have no appetite, and the whole person's mental state has become very poor.
When he woke up in the morning as usual, Song Ling got up late for a meeting, opened the curtains, and the warm winter sun shone in. She looked back and saw Shen Zhao sleeping with her eyes closed next to the bed. She didn't seem to sleep much the whole night last night.
Song Ling stepped on the carpet with her bare feet. The room was silent. She walked over softly, squatted down beside the bed, and called her softly, "Azhao, Azhao—"
Shen Zhao heard someone calling her, but she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyelids, so she could only make a light hum, other than that, she couldn't make any other response.
Song Ling frowned, raised his hand and touched her forehead, it was a little warm, not the warmth of a sleeping person. She held up her hand, Shen Zhao was shaken awake, she struggled to open her eyes, her eyes seemed to be crushed with sand, and there was a bit of sour pain.
"Song Ling, I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while." Shen Zhao said weakly, "Please."
Song Ling's brows deepened. Since she left the hospital that night, she seemed to have changed a person, no longer sharp, no vitality, and only submissive and gentle. She seemed to no longer struggle, three sentences. There are two sentences in the words with the words "please beg her".
Everything changed.
This is not what she wants to be obedient and meek.
Song Ling pulled her up and dressed her. After tossing around for a while, Shen Zhao gradually became sober. She asked with black eyes, "Song Ling, what are you doing?"
"Go to the hospital." Song Ling said.
Shen Zhao no longer had the strength to question her intentions and thoughts, so she could only get up obediently, take a shower, and ate half a sandwich without any appetite.
It's not a rest day, Song Ling didn't go to work in the company. She called Ji Mingshu, probably about asking for leave, and then she drove her car and took Shen Zhao to the hospital.
The weather was cold in winter, but the sun was shining brightly. The sun came in through the car window, wrapping her body with warmth, making Shen Zhao sleepy without realizing it. She leaned against the car window, closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.
The car drove to the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and after parking, the two got out of the car.
There were also many people in the hospital in the early morning.
Song Ling took Shen Zhao to the outpatient clinic for registration. After queuing for a long time, she finally signed up, and then dragged her to the second floor. Shen Zhao raised her eyes and saw "Psychiatry" written on the consultation room, and then she reacted. Ling wanted to take her to see the doctor.
Shen Zhao was pulled in, and the doctor asked a lot of questions. For example, if you haven’t slept for a few days, have any discomfort or pain in your body, have you had a history of illness, and have you been stimulated or encountered anything recently.
The doctor asked several questions, and the direction of the problem gradually shifted to the direction of mental illness. In the end, the doctor asked someone to do brain CT and MRI examinations.
In the end, the doctor ruled out a neurological disease, saying that there was a tendency to mild depression, which caused sleep disorders.
The doctor looked at the film and wrote the record of Long Feifengwu on the medical record, and said, "You can go to a psychiatry department. The doctors there are more experienced, and let's see how to treat mild depression."
Song Ling held the bill of payment and the medical record card in his hand. Hearing the doctor's words, he was stunned.
Shen Zhao was sitting in the corridor outside the door. She couldn't stand the pungent smell of disinfectant in the clinic, so she didn't go in, and she didn't care what illness she had.
Song Ling walked out of the clinic and caught a glimpse of Shen Zhao sitting outside the door, feeling a little down, leaning against the wall lazily and falling asleep with his eyes closed.
Under the eyelids, there are dark bags under the eyes.
This is a heart disease, Song Ling knows what Shen Zhao is thinking.
I also know why she is like this.
Song Ling walked over, stood in front of Shen Zhao, bent over and leaned closer to her, she stared at Shen Zhao's slightly drooping eyelashes, covered there like black wings. She was pale and exhausted, a physiological characteristic brought about by lack of sleep.
She forced Shen Zhao into depression.
The resistance changed from vigorous quarrel to silent obedience, and this obedience was actually more terrifying than the former.
Song Ling suddenly said slowly, "Azhao, I'll take you to Tingcheng, okay?"
Song Ling looked at Shen Zhao who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, and saw that her eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing his words, but then there was a silent silence.
She could accept Shen Zhao's abuse, quarrels, and anger, but she was only afraid of such silence.
She also finally understood that the Shen Zhao she wanted was a normal Shen Zhao.
A Shen Zhao who can cry, laugh and love her.
And this time, the silent war ended with her compromise.
Song Ling stared at the person in front of her and wanted to reach out to touch her, but stopped in mid-air, she dazedly retracted her hand, and asked her again, "Azhao, I'll take you to Rui Sier, okay?"