Free Web NovelChapter 561: Chapter 559: If You Really Can’t Bear It, You Can Cry Out
So, he will come back.
"Mm." Song Yi hugged him: "Waiting for you."
...
Fu Jingsheng was driving, Tang Si sat in the passenger seat, eyes lowered looking at his phone.
He glanced over: "Not working anymore, still so busy with business?"
Hearing this, Tang Si lifted his gaze, smiled slightly, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes: "What? You want me to chat with you? Do you think you’re a little girl?"
This car belonged to Tang Si, modified, Fu Jingsheng drove it comfortably.
"Where did you get this car, make one for me too."
Tang Si casually propped his chin, his almond-shaped eyes just gazing at him: "It’s discontinued."
His tone was lazy.
Fu Jingsheng suddenly shot him a glance.
"Can you stop looking at me like that? I feel very startled."
"What kind of look?" Tang Si: "That’s just how I look."
Fu Jingsheng shut his mouth.
He thought it was better not to chat with him.
Tang Si indeed had eyes naturally filled with charm, whoever he wanted to attract, it was a very simple matter.
Yet because of his profession and his experiences, often these eyes were wrapped in a cold mist keeping strangers at bay.
But when it comes to private times, no one could resist.
But without chatting, his physical condition needed to be understood.
"No need to bother." Tang Si suddenly said.
"What does that mean?"
Tang Si curled his lips: "Don’t understand?"
"If you can cure my illness, even if it’s discontinued, I’ll get you one." His tone was light, as if speaking about a trivial matter: "If you can’t treat me, won’t this car eventually be yours?"
There was a faint hint of humor in the tone.
Such matter in his eyes didn’t seem very serious.
If he died, this car Fu Jingsheng wanted, Song Yi would surely give.
"Though I don’t believe in gods and Buddhas, don’t say such unlucky words either." Fu Jingsheng didn’t want to discuss this.
Clearly, there was not much connection between the two, wasn’t much camaraderie either, if there was any it was the rivalry as opponents.
Why when talking about this topic, his heart suddenly felt heavy.
He especially disliked such atmosphere.
"Rest assured, I won’t ruin my own reputation. Still need to rely on this to make a living."
Tang Si raised an eyebrow: "Does Bo Shiyin know you’re competing with him for reputation?"
He twitched the corner of his lips: "He’s a psychologist, why compete with me, a doctor?"
"He wants to develop in all aspects."
"He develops nothing." Fu Jingsheng: "It’s forgivable to be inept, just give up, yet he loves to struggle at death’s door."
Tang Si chuckled softly, tone steady yet light: "So according to you, those who fail to reach the top in the industry, should all die?"
Fu Jingsheng snorted coldly: "Only targeting him personally."
"Existence must have meaning."
Fu Jingsheng suddenly smiled slowly: "Indeed."
He turned his head to look at Tang Si: "If not striving, the meaning of existence might be just to act as a backdrop for others, isn’t it?"
"Mm," Tang Si chuckled softly: "Everyone has their own way of living, perhaps they don’t feel they’re backdrops, but live freely."
"Of course, for the lazy, procrastinating, unmotivated ones, that’s another story."
"Brought it upon oneself."
Fu Jingsheng nodded, holding the steering wheel: "I’ve seen that kind, not striving, always complaining, what’s there to complain about, this life isn’t what they want, but isn’t it brought upon by themselves?"
Tang Si’s thin lips curved slightly, lazily opened his mouth: "Some are, some aren’t, don’t generalize."
He raised his eyebrow and smiled: "Brother-in-law, my sister always says you’re very sensible, it’s true."
"Thousands of life experiences, thousands of ways of living."
Indeed, Fu Jingsheng suddenly thought, Tang Si who rose from bottom to top, must have seen more things than he has.
Though, he too had suffered.
But he learned everything quickly.
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Fu Jingsheng asked: "Let me do a simple overview for when we go for the check-up, I can see which specific items based on your physical condition."
"Coughing, chest tightness, heartache, weakness, headache, bone pain too," Tang Si pursed his lips in silence for two seconds, then added: "Very serious."
Fu Jingsheng frowned: "Do you cough up blood?"
"Mm."
"Do you have the symptoms you mentioned now?"
"Yes, at night or when it rains, they’re much worse."
As Fu Jingsheng waited for the red light, he reached out to touch Tang Si’s hand.
He dodged, his voice lazily smooth: "What are you doing? Taking advantage?"
Fu Jingsheng was speechless: "Just checking your pulse."
He pulled Tang Si’s hand over, felt his pulse, still talking: "Can’t you be less narcissistic? Jumping to conclusions, later when we arrive, I’ll have to take off your clothes, are you going to kick me flying?"
Tang Si didn’t speak.
But during a doctor’s examination, clothes needed to be removed.
The red light ended, Fu Jingsheng drove off, facial expression was heavier.
Tang Si described his condition lightly, but upon exam, it was not as nonchalant as he appeared.
"Do you think you’re still human?"
"Hm?"
Fu Jingsheng looked sideways at him: "Don’t you cry out in pain?"
"Or is it that you don’t feel any pain at all?"
The conditions he described just now, were more severe than he narrated.
This proved he’s been enduring pain since waking up until now.
Daily still maintaining such a lively and cheerful manner.
If it were an ordinary person, they’d probably be moaning every day.
"Not bad." Tang Si dismissed it, not considering it a big deal: "Tolerance is pretty good."
He indeed can withstand more pain than ordinary people.
"If I didn’t take you for a check-up today, you plan to keep dragging it until after New Year’s? Or until you can’t get up again?" Fu Jingsheng cleared his expression, no longer casual or careless, wasn’t joking this time.
He’s a doctor, knows the severity and horror of such condition.
Simply went over his pulse, later during examination, didn’t know what more might be found.
The man turned his head, looking at the thronging vehicles outside.
Suddenly he chuckled: "Let me tell you a truth."
"When all authoritative doctors have no means, crying out in pain doesn’t make oneself feel better, instead it makes those who worry about you feel worse."
"Why bother?" He looked back at Fu Jingsheng: "Especially those who should be playing the pillar role, even more shouldn’t."
Tang Si’s nature was deep and reserved, he’s heavily minded and meticulous, more capable than ordinary people in hiding things and tolerating.
Many things he can digest himself.
Unless he wants sympathy, otherwise he would appear strong.
Fu Jingsheng’s lips moved, wanting to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
Just suddenly felt like he lived twenty years, yet learned something.
Thinking this, the man’s voice rang in his ear.
"No tuition fee." Tang Si smiled: "Just a chat."
"No need for you to live like me, learning to act coy and weak would make things much better."
Everyone plays different roles in this world.
And Tang Si, whether in family or in work, was the one leading upfront.
Others could cry in pain, he couldn’t.
Fu Jingsheng shrugged, smiled.
"My sister truly is your fairy."
Otherwise, someone like Tang Si who seeks nothing wouldn’t specially do anything for someone.
"She is."
...
After chatting for a while in the car, Fu Jingsheng’s phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Fu Jingsheng?" On the other side, a woman’s voice came, very cold, without any emotion.
"Mm?" Fu Jingsheng: "It’s me."
"Return the item." The woman spoke coldly: "I don’t want your money."
Fu Jingsheng paused, then turned off the car’s Bluetooth, used an earpiece for the call.
"That’s not possible." He said: "I need it."
"This thing is rare and difficult to obtain, surely you understand." The woman’s voice was icy: "Haven’t you thought you need it to save your life, don’t I need it too?"
Though the tone was on a single parallel line, Fu Jingsheng could tell she was speaking while restraining her temper.
"What does that have to do with me?" Fu Jingsheng countered.
He’s a cold-hearted person, cold from the very marrow.
This coldness and detachment were different from Tang Si’s, Tang Si was for the public, for the people.
Whereas Fu Jingsheng acted only for his own purposes.
He can be polite, can be civil, can be gentlemanly, that’s his nature.
But it doesn’t mean he is an emotional and empathetic person.
"Fu Jingsheng." The woman lowered her voice, clearly angry.
Fu Jingsheng listened, licking his lips: "If you’re willing, keep calling."
He spoke lightly: "I find your cold little voice calling my name quite pleasant."
"But being able to dig up my information, you’re pretty capable."
"However, sister, in a world of the strong preying on the weak, this thing’s origin is inherently illegitimate, unless you protect it with legal rights."
"I’m hanging up."
"Beep beep beep—" Before Chu Ju could speak, the call was hung up.
Soon after, she received a transfer message from Fu Jingsheng.
"Bang—!" Chu Ju suddenly threw the phone to the ground.
With a cold expression, she looked at the young girl beside her: "Is this what you meant by him being easy to talk to?"
The young girl’s eyelashes trembled slightly with fear: "I didn’t know he was like this."
"Mom needs that medicine to save her life." Chu Ju suppressed her temper.
"Forget it." There was no need to get angry with her.
"I’ll go find him." The young girl stood up.
She was her sister, same mother but different father; she grew up with her father in the countryside.
It was only because their mother was critically ill that she came to visit from time to time.
And their current father, because of the mother’s severe illness, took her money and squandered it in revelry.
She had caught him doing so countless times.
Chu Ju called her: "Shi Xunnian."
Shi Xunnian stopped her steps: "Hmm?"
"How do you know him?"
The night Fu Jingsheng escaped, it was Shi Xunnian who entered through the door, which is how she got Fu Jingsheng’s phone number, and it was a private one at that.
Shi Xunnian explained everything once.
"He’s my benefactor."
Chu Ju squinted: "So, according to you, he’s a man of affection and loyalty?"
"Yes."
"Then his action of taking the medicine that night was putting mom to death. Do you still see him as a benefactor?"
Shi Xunnian pursed her lips: "In my understanding, he is a man of emotions and integrity."
"He shouldn’t have done such a thing, I’ll talk to him properly."
Chu Ju saw clearly and understood.
She looked at Shi Xunnian: "Perhaps you’re right, Fu Jingsheng might indeed be a man of feeling and integrity, but in front of those important to him, you’re nothing, understand?"
"To him, you’re just an employee." Chu Ju’s cold voice was precise and clear: "Do you get this logic?"
"In the face of interests or his important people, you’re like a speck of dust."
Shi Xunnian lowered her gaze, suddenly remembering Fu Jingsheng’s sister.
That breathtakingly beautiful, noble and charming woman.
Her very being exuded a proud elegance, more stunning than a top celebrity, so radiant it hurt the eyes.
Chu Ju stared at her: "You know who it is?"
"Yes."
"I want to see that person."
"Sis, you can’t." Shi Xunnian said, "We should talk to Fu Jingsheng first."
"If it really doesn’t work, we’ll look for her."
"Okay." Chu Ju turned: "I’ll go talk to him."
The woman’s back was full of murderous intent.
"I’ll handle this." Shi Xunnian held onto Chu Ju: "I think there’s room for negotiation here."
...
At the laboratory.
Fu Jingsheng examined Tang Si, his expression was particularly grave as he looked at the report sheet.
"This is only part of the data, another part will be ready tomorrow." Fu Jingsheng looked at Tang Si: "Your body is like that of an old man."
"All your cells are being devoured and are not regenerating."
Tang Si sat by the window ledge, slowly putting on his shirt, buttoning it up as he listened to Fu Jingsheng’s words, he lowered his eyes, his tone calm: "Hmm."
He had heard these words from the doctor as well.
It meant he would age faster.
Ways to die: either age-induced death, or tortured to death by viruses that had integrated with his blood over time.
Fu Jingsheng turned his head to look at him, his appearance nonchalant and lazily composed.
A man, did he have to be so enticing?
"I say, could you not get dressed a bit quicker in front of me?" Fu Jingsheng couldn’t help but complain: "What kind of behavior is this?"
"What kind of behavior am I showing?" Tang Si gazed at him with almond-shaped eyes, fastening the buttons on his shirt: "Complaining so much when you’re getting this for free?"
"I dress like this, have you ever offered to help me? Your sister would even lend a hand."
As he spoke, Tang Si put on his coat.
Fu Jingsheng: "..."
Such a provocative conversation.
"Don’t make it seem like I have something going on with you, what do you mean by getting it for free? I’m a proper doctor examining a patient."
"Oh." Tang Si slowly stood up, a faint smile on his lips: "I never said you were improper."
Fu Jingsheng looked at him, swaying slightly, unable to resist going over to help him up: "I say, could you sit down and rest properly, why are you getting up?"
"Isn’t it because I’m getting dressed?" Tang Si said: "What if you call me a rogue later?"
"Aren’t you already dressed?"
Tang Si nodded: "That’s why I’m going to the restroom."
Fu Jingsheng: "..."
"Let go of me." Tang Si looked at him: "Do you need to accompany me even to the restroom?"
"I really admire you." Fu Jingsheng looked at him: "Despite all the pain, you don’t show any signs of discomfort, not a bead of sweat or frown."
Tang Si smiled slightly but said nothing.
But Fu Jingsheng knew, this might have already been paid for, something ingrained in her bones. She was born to endure pain, to endure suffering.
If it was an act, it wouldn’t be this convincing; the only possibility was that he had always been like this since childhood.
"After you come out of the restroom, I’ll give you a shot." Fu Jingsheng said: "This will slow down some of your body’s symptoms, but the side effect is that the next episode will hurt even more."
"You’ve probably experienced this before; after taking antidepressant medication, each subsequent episode of pain worsens and becomes unbearable."
"In fact, those medications are really effective, but they only increase your physical pain, and still, you can’t refuse them."
"Before the antidote is found, you must get the injection." Fu Jingsheng pressed his lips: "Otherwise, your body might not hold out until I develop the antidote."
Tang Si nodded: "Okay."
Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow, looking at Tang Si: "You trust me just like that? Not asking anything else?"
Putting your life in his hands, aren’t you worried he might inject something strange into you?
Tang Si tilted his head: "I think I don’t have much to lose at this point."
"Was that phone call in the car just now about you taking someone else’s medicine?"
Fu Jingsheng: "You guessed that too?"
"Obviously." Tang Si smiled slightly: "Whether you can develop a replacement or not, give it back to them."
"I don’t want to trade someone else’s life for mine."
Fu Jingsheng pursed his lips: "I don’t like your kind of sentimental disposition, it’s very effeminate."
"A person should live for themselves." Fu Jingsheng said: "Why so much compassion? The medicine she procured wasn’t legitimate to begin with; its cultivation involves many underworld connections."
"The methods of its auction are also illegal."
Tang Si: "But I’m a policeman."
"Whether anyone is watching over me, I don’t know." The man’s voice was calm, his eyes looking straight at him: "Fu Jingsheng, I believe in a higher power looking down from above."
With that, he headed to the restroom.
Fu Jingsheng watched his back.
Perhaps the two of them really were of different natures.
One truly cold-blooded to the core.
The other cold-blooded but gentle to the world.
And the latter is in fact only ruthless to himself, only cold to himself.
Fu Jingsheng sighed.
Oh well.
Initially planned to use that stuff as a gift, but the recipient refused.
All that effort for nothing.
Might as well return it to Chu Ju.
After Fu Jingsheng administered the palliative injection to Tang Si.
Tang Si bent over in pain, his body drenched in sweat with his shirt soaked.
"Bear with it a little." Fu Jingsheng said: "This will ease some of your body’s symptoms, but the downside is that the next episode will be more painful."
"If you really can’t stand it, you can cry out."
Tang Si gripped his fists tightly, bulging veins on his forehead and arms, beads of cold sweat drenching him.
Thankfully, Song Yi hadn’t come over.
Fu Jingsheng knew this must be very painful. If it was him, he might not be able to bear it.
The man breathed heavily, his voice strained.
"Just so you know... the plum blossoms in your yard... they look really beautiful."
