The room fell quiet.
Sang Qiao lay on the bed, his round eyes glancing at Fu Xingzhou with suspicion, then turning away, then cautiously looking back at Fu Xingzhou.
After being sure that Fu Xingzhou was indeed himself and did not seem unusual, Sang Qiao pursed his lips, and behind the oxygen mask, made some barely audible sounds.
The voice was low and the words were hard to distinguish.
Fu Xingzhou didn't quite catch it, so he lifted Sang Qiao's oxygen mask and asked, "What?"
Sang Qiao seemed to hesitate for a second before speaking softly, "Fu Xingzhou, have you seen anything strange these past few days..." Other than being in the ward with Sang Qiao, Fu Xingzhou had been at work.
At this moment, Sang Qiao was taken aback by the question from Fu Xingzhou, and he really did recall the documents he had read over the past two days.
All seemed normal.
Except for a few issues with the report data, there was nothing else amiss.
Fu Xingzhou shook his head, "No."
Sang Qiao felt incredulous, "I mean... have you seen anything like Domineering CEO's Little Runaway Wife or The Billionaire CEO's Former Wife?"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
In the real life of the truly domineering CEO Fu Xingzhou, there had not been any appearance of online novels at the moment.
Therefore, for a moment, he did not fully understand the content of Sang Qiao's words, and only vaguely caught a few words: "little runaway wife? What is a billionaire former wife?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao took a deep breath and said dispiritedly, "Never mind, I was just guessing, you haven't seen them."
It was time for the daily temperature and blood pressure measurements.
Wearing a white coat, the vice president of the hospital's internal medicine, along with two nurses, came in to knock on the door of the ward.
Seeing Sang Qiao lying in the bed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's good that you're awake. Congratulations, Chairman Fu, is there anything else wrong with your wife?"
Sang Qiao subconsciously looked towards the door, then shrank on the bed.
In fact, Sang Qiao had a vague idea of why he had fainted and fallen even back when it had happened.
And it was precisely because of this that he was now particularly afraid of the doctor coming to see him.
Because Fu Xingzhou was still there.
The psychotropic drugs he was using were not the most common, nor were they specifically used for treating depression.
Although the probability was high that the drug components would be revealed during the gastric lavage, it was not necessarily possible for a non-specialized doctor in psychotropic drugs to identify the type of medication.
But Fu Xingzhou was here.
Sang Qiao was extremely, extremely afraid...
Afraid that the doctor would tell Fu Xingzhou that he was mentally ill.
So.
Under Fu Xingzhou's nose.
Sang Qiao appeared particularly cooperative in treatment, actively communicated with the doctor about his current physical condition, and even flattered the doctor, attempting to get the doctor to finish the examination quickly and leave.
However, things did not go as planned.
Just as the routine examination was completed.
The vice president recorded Sang Qiao’s body data, closed the medical record book, and said to Fu Xingzhou, "Chairman Fu, the test results from yesterday are out. The overdose has caused serious harm to your wife’s body. Although the patient is still young, today we invited a specialist from the neurology department for consultation. The current suggestion is to temporarily stop the use of psychotropic drugs for the patient or change the medication."
Before he finished speaking.
Sang Qiao's face had turned as pale as paper.
He made an effort to prop himself up with his arm, attempting to remove the oxygen mask from his nose with the hand that had the IV.
This sudden movement not only frightened the vice president and the two nurses beside him but also made Fu Xingzhou’s face change color, and he quickly stood up, grabbing Sang Qiao and asking anxiously, "Qiao Qiao? What’s wrong?"
However, Sang Qiao still forcefully removed the breathing mask from his mouth using the hand with the IV.
The liquid in the IV tube flowed backward.
The blood, as red as fresh blood, flowed back into the IV tube from Sang Qiao's hand, looking bloody and eerie.
The two nurses let out a startled cry, hurriedly pressing down on Sang Qiao's hand and readjusting the position of the IV bag, saying, "Mr. Sang, you can't..."
"I am not sick!"
A sharper voice than the nurses' interrupted them.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Sang Qiao looked like a startled bird, his face pale, even the color on his lips faded.
Perhaps it was because he suddenly removed the breathing mask.
Sang Qiao was trembling violently, breathing heavily and harshly, as if he were being blasted by a cold wind: "I’m not sick!"
He repeated it again.
Looking about the empty ward in confusion, he hesitated for a moment, then turned toward Fu Xingzhou.
With his other hand, Sang Qiao grabbed the fabric of Fu Xingzhou’s clothes and said softly, "Do you believe me... I'm not sick."
Fu Xingzhou nodded, reached out, and hugged Sang Qiao and the blanket together, then leaned down to kiss the top of Sang Qiao's head and said softly, "I know. Qiao Qiao is not sick. It's just nonsense from the doctors. We won't listen to them, okay?"
Sang Qiao obediently let Fu Xingzhou hold him without saying anything.
The atmosphere in the ward was extremely tense.
The vice president is from an internal medicine background and has not worked on the front line of clinical practice for a long time. He is not familiar with the behavior of psychiatric patients and never expected that Sang Qiao would show such resistance.
After realizing his mistake, the vice president's face also looked unpleasant.
It wasn't until Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao and gently patted his back, and silently glanced at the vice president, that the vice president, with a shocked and frightened heart, led two young nurses out of the ward almost silently.
Soon, the spacious room was left with only Fu Xingzhou and Sang Qiao.
The sound of the ward door being closed came, and Fu Xingzhou took off his suit jacket, sat down on the edge of the bed, changed Sang Qiao's position, and held him firmly.
It was an extremely intimate posture.
Sang Qiao hardly spoke.
Fu Xingzhou didn't speak either, just leaned forward slightly.
Resting his chin on Sang Qiao's shoulder, he gently kissed Sang Qiao's soft earlobes one by one.
One.
Two.
Three.
After some time, a faint blush appeared on Sang Qiao's right earlobe.
His body's spasmodic trembling gradually stopped, and his pale, bloodless face gradually improved.
Sang Qiao sat in Fu Xingzhou's arms, slowly lifted his drooping head, turned, looked back at Fu Xingzhou, and then Fu Xingzhou took the opportunity to kiss the corner of Sang Qiao's mouth.
Sang Qiao seemed dazed from the kiss, and for a long time, didn't respond, just stared at Fu Xingzhou blankly, then suddenly turned away.
Then.
Fu Xingzhou saw Sang Qiao raise his hand and quietly touched the corner of his mouth that had been kissed, as if with a hint of nostalgia and reluctance.
A few minutes passed.
Sang Qiao's voice came from the front.
Perhaps because there were no other people in the ward, Sang Qiao's voice sounded somewhat empty and lonely, a little sad, and there was also an element of desperate struggle for honesty.
With his head hanging down, he slowly said, "Fu Xingzhou..."
Taking advantage of the position, Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao's hand in his palm, "Hmm?"
Sang Qiao hung his head even lower, "I'm sorry..."
Fu Xingzhou paused, seemingly guessing what Sang Qiao wanted to say, "Sorry for what?"
"You're such a good person... I shouldn't have lied to you."
Sang Qiao sniffed, looking very aggrieved, "I just lied to you... what the doctor said was right."
Fu Xingzhou spread out Sang Qiao's fingertips, interlocked them with his own, and deliberately asked, "Qiaoqiao, what did the doctor say?"
Sang Qiao's eyes turned red, but he didn't cry.
He cleared his throat and blinked away the tears in his eyes, "He said... I'm a psycho, and it's true that my mom is crazy, and so am I."
Sang Qiao's voice sounded hoarse as he shook his head, trying to slowly pull away from Fu Xingzhou's embrace, "You're a good person... shouldn't, shouldn't marry a crazy person."
Sang Qiao was already very slim, and after this illness, he had become even thinner.
At this moment.
His slender body was making a great effort to arch forward, sticking his buttocks out a bit, as if trying to move away from Fu Xingzhou's side.
Because of the loose patient gown.
After a few attempts, the originally tidy clothes became ruffled, revealing large patches of skin underneath.
Before Sang Qiao could move to the other side of the bed, Fu Xingzhou effortlessly caught his ankle and pulled him back like catching prey.
Pressed into his arms.
His large, confused, and teary eyes showed deep sorrow.
Fu Xingzhou's hand slipped along the edge of the patient gown, kneading the waist of the person in his arms, so slender that it could almost be held with one hand.
Then.
Close to Sang Qiao's ear, he said, "It's okay, Qiaoqiao, you're so sweet. Whether or not you're a little crazy, I really like you."