"Die?!"
Song Lang finally regained some of his composure. He hugged Shen Lingyu and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, will Feifei be alright? Is hemorrhagic shock serious? He won't die, right?"
"It's alright, it's alright. You two have always been healthy since you were little. You've always been active and have good constitutions. You'll definitely pull through, you're sure of it."
Shen Lingyu became increasingly distressed as she spoke, and secretly wiped away a tear where Song Lang could not see.
Accompanied by Shen Lingyu, the police briefly questioned Song Lang about the cause and course of the street fighting.
Song Lang felt so tired that for a moment he even really wanted to tell his mother about his relationship with Shen Zhifei.
He and Shen Zhifei are not related by blood. Even if their love is not accepted by everyone, they should not be ashamed of it.
The emergency room door opened, and doctors and nurses came out, calling for Shen Zhifei's family.
Song Lang jumped up and ran over, grabbing the doctor's arm and asking, "What's wrong with Fei Fei? Is he awake? Is he in pain? Is he complaining of being cold again?"
"Don't get agitated, little brother. The patient is still being resuscitated."
The doctor handed a plastic bag to the police officer; inside was the fruit knife that had stabbed Shen Zhifei in the shoulder.
"The knife was just removed, and the blood loss is still quite serious. We are currently giving the patient fluid and blood transfusion treatment. We will closely monitor the patient's vital signs and will notify you immediately if there are any changes. It would be best if one family member stayed here to wait."
Song Lang peered into the emergency room.
Despite having so many hospital beds, he spotted Shen Zhifei at a glance.
He lay alone on the hospital bed, covered with a blindingly white blanket, wearing an oxygen mask, with a pile of sophisticated medical monitoring equipment beside him.
Song Lang couldn't understand it, but he knew what the number at the top of the ECG monitor screen meant.
77.
It's fairly normal.
He stayed outside the emergency room all night, refusing to go home to rest no matter how much Shen Lingyu tried to persuade him.
Every time a nurse or patient opened the door, he would take the opportunity to peek through the crack and record Shen Zhifei's heart rate.
Finally, on the afternoon of the second day, Shen Zhifei was wheeled out of the emergency room and transferred to the intensive care unit for strict monitoring of his vital signs. He was only transferred to a private room on the fourth day after his injury.
Although she was out of danger, Shen Zhifei had not woken up for a long time.
Song Lang would go to the nurses' station eight hundred times a day to ask why the patient in bed 41 was still not awake.
The nurse told him to calm down, but Song Lang couldn't relax.
He held Shen Zhifei's hand, which had an IV line inserted, and called his name over and over again.
"Get well soon, or your hand will be ruined by the needles, and your handwriting will be ugly."
Song Lang sniffled, lowered his head to wipe away his tears, and suddenly a weak chuckle came from above.
He froze, and when he looked up, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Damn! You're finally awake!"
Song Lang was so excited that he wanted to hug him, but he was afraid of pressing on his wound, so he could only restrain himself and hold Shen Zhifei's hand tightly, rubbing it against his cheek and kissing his palm with his lips.
"very nice."
Shen Zhifei gently stroked Song Lang's stubble-covered chin with her finger, feeling a slight tingling sensation on her fingertip.
It was wonderful; when he woke up, Song Lang was still holding his hand.
It hasn't been loosened.
Song Lang sniffed, dipped a cotton swab in water, and moistened his dry, chapped lips.
Shen Zhifei said softly, "Brother, don't cry, I'm not in pain anymore."
Plop, another hot tear fell between Shen Zhifei's eyebrows.
Song Lang quickly raised his hand to wipe his eyes, stubbornly saying, "I'm not crying, I'm just sleepy. If you don't wake up soon, I'm really going to fall asleep like a log, I'm so damn sleepy."
Shen Zhifei smiled but didn't say anything. She hooked her fingers around Song Lang's clothes and drifted off to sleep again.
When his condition gradually improves...
Then, people from the police station came to take statements.
The investigation is almost complete, and the surveillance footage has been preserved intact. Now, all that's missing is Shen Zhifei's testimony.
Mr. Song put aside his work and cut short his business trip abroad to rush back for this matter. He also hired a full-time lawyer to handle the case.
Regardless of whether the police are willing to spend the time and effort to find out where the fruit knife came from, Gu Fengkai, who has just turned 18, will not escape punishment.
"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for making you worry."
Shen Zhifei is now able to sit up and eat, and her complexion is much better than when she first woke up. She also has more energy when she speaks.
"Take good care of yourself and let your mom cook you some good food these next few days. Don't worry about school; you can skip the final exams because of your condition." Song Lifeng's gaze shifted to Song Lang, who was peeling a banana for Shen Zhifei. "But you can't. Go back to class right away."
“I’ll go back after Feifei is discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow.” Song Lang broke off a piece of banana and held it to Shen Zhifei’s mouth. “Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease.”
Shen Lingyu chuckled and nudged his shoulder. "I think you just want to take this opportunity to skip school and save time, right?"
"No, I will definitely try my best to get into the top 40 in the class in the final exam," Song Lang looked steadily into Shen Zhifei's eyes, his tone particularly serious, "I will work even harder in the future."