Ruan Qing’s vision began to blur from the pain, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked incredibly fragile, and after he spoke, his hand, which had been gripping Duan Ming’s clothing, slipped down limply, and he fainted directly into Duan Ming’s arms.
As Ruan Qing was about to collapse, Xu He rushed over, only a step behind Duan Ming. He immediately crouched down beside them, just in time to catch Ruan Qing’s limp, falling hand.
The moment Xu He touched Ruan Qing’s hand, he froze, then quickly reached out to feel Ruan Qing’s forehead.
It was scorching.
The boy’s body temperature was usually low and rarely this hot—this was likely a flare-up of his illness.
Moyamoya disease was manageable when dormant, but once it flared up, it could lead to severe consequences, possibly even death.
Xu He, recalling what he’d previously read about the disease, grew anxious. He turned to Luo Haodong, his tone carrying a trace of urgency. “When you kidnapped him before, did you see any medication?”
Luo Haodong glanced at the unconscious Ruan Qing in slight surprise, then nodded toward Xu He. “I saw some.”
Xu He immediately extended his hand toward Luo Haodong, speaking anxiously. “Give it to me.”
Luo Haodong replied, “...I didn’t take it.”
He was there to kidnap someone, not to take this young master on vacation—he certainly hadn’t thought to grab his medication too.
But the current situation seemed worse than he’d anticipated. This boy wasn’t as he’d imagined.
At least, right now, the young man looked so frail he seemed as if he might die at any moment, nowhere near capable of posing any threat or impact on them.
Zhou Jinchen cast a glance at Luo Haodong, then immediately took out his phone. “I’ll have someone send over a dose of the medication.”
None of the others objected; before they achieved their goal, this young master absolutely couldn’t die.
Zhou Jinchen appeared calm, though he dialed the number much faster than usual, not that he noticed.
The call connected quickly, and Zhou Jinchen wasted no time. “Send over a dose of Moyamoya medication. Meet at the usual spot.”
The person on the other end was momentarily speechless. “Are you joking? How am I supposed to find Moyamoya medication? I hadn’t even heard of this disease before your kidnap plan, alright?”
“Plus, if we go to a hospital for the meds, it’ll definitely expose our location. Going to the hospital would be riskier than just stealing some from the Ren family.” The person on the other end rolled his eyes.
"The medicine he needs happens to be the best choice for his condition."
Zhou Jinchen hung up the phone and looked at the others present.
Even with the same illness, the treatment often varied because each person's constitution and condition were different. Taking medicine specifically prescribed for the boy was indeed the best choice.
Xu He immediately stood up, ready to head to the basement door, but he only took a few steps before stopping. He turned back to look at Luo Haodong, speaking with a rare tone of friendliness and politeness.
"Luo Haodong, you should go. Sorry to trouble you."
Yan Lulin nodded solemnly, "Haodong staked out the Ren residence for three days. He’s the one most familiar with the place, so it makes the most sense for him to go."
Luo Haodong: "???"
Are you even listening to yourselves?
Besides, when did he ever agree to go fetch the medicine?
After he had kidnapped someone from the Ren family, their security was tightened considerably. Going over there now would be like walking into a trap, as Ren Yanqing would never allow such an incident to happen again.
Just being near the Ren residence was risky enough, let alone sneaking into the young master’s room to steal his medication.
Luo Haodong was about to voice his objections, but when he looked over at the boy—who, despite being unconscious, still wore a pained expression—he found himself unable to speak.
After a brief silence, Luo Haodong turned and quickly left the basement.
Seeing this, Xu He realized Luo Haodong had agreed. Breathing a small sigh of relief, he quickly went outside to find something cool to help lower Ruan Qing's temperature.
Meanwhile, Zhou Jinchen made another call, instructing someone to try obtaining medication for Moyamoya disease treatment from a hospital.
After all, there was no guarantee Luo Haodong would succeed in getting the medicine, so it was best to have a backup plan.
Ruan Qing, already in poor condition, looked even worse now as his illness flared up. His small face was so pale it was nearly transparent, and his breathing was extremely erratic, as though he could pass away at any moment.
Even the typically cold-natured Zhou Jinchen was beginning to lose his composure, repeatedly calling and urging the other party to deliver the medicine as soon as possible.
However, trying to obtain medication without a documented illness at a hospital was difficult, not to mention the need to remain vigilant to avoid detection by Ren Yanqing’s people, which only complicated matters further.
In the end, it was Luo Haodong who returned with the medicine first.
Luo Haodong clutched his bleeding arm, his face expressionless, as he tossed two boxes of medicine onto the table and then weakly sank into a nearby chair.
Having waited too long, Xu He was already a bit beside himself. When he saw the medicine, it was as if a drowning man had grasped his final lifeline; he immediately reached for it, wanting to administer it to Ruan Qing.
Seeing this, Duan Ming quickly took the medicine away, carefully examining the instructions on the box—after all, giving the wrong medication could be fatal.
Xu He realized he had lost his composure. In fact, he was more than just unsettled; his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
That was fear.
Fear that the young man might die just like this.
Xu He had never been so afraid before, so terrified that his mind went blank, his heart quivering beyond his control.
He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like if the young man died, or what the future would hold without him.
From the moment he had first met this young man, he had become an irreplaceable part of his life.
Luo Haodong, in rough shape, looked like he’d been in a fight, with bloodstains and dirt covering his clothes.
Yet, no one present noticed him. They were all too busy surrounding the bed, focused on the unconscious young man.
Some read the instructions, others prepared hot water, all bustling around with not even a glance spared for Luo Haodong.
But due to Ruan Qing's unconscious state, even with Duan Ming half-supporting him, administering the medicine was extremely difficult. The diluted medicine was barely making its way down his throat.
Ruan Qing also seemed to instinctively resist the taste of the bitter medicine, making it even harder to feed him.
More than half of the medicine spilled out, soaking both his clothes and his bedding.
The medicine that didn’t go in trickled from the corner of Ruan Qing's mouth, moistening his fair skin, then slid down his neck and disappeared into his collar, provoking anyone’s imagination.
The grayish-brown medicine created a striking visual contrast against Ruan Qing's pale skin, enhancing his already luminous complexion, making him look impossibly radiant.
But no one had the attention to appreciate the scene at that moment. Xu He, wiping the medicine from the corner of Ruan Qing’s mouth, was so anxious he wished he could drink the medicine himself.
The others were getting anxious; some even felt that giving someone medicine was harder than kidnapping them. Finally, Zhou Jinchen pinched Ruan Qing’s jaw and forced the medicine down his throat.
Perhaps Zhou Jinchen used a bit too much force, as Ruan Qing’s delicate brows furrowed even tighter. He looked utterly pitiful, as if he'd been badly mistreated.
Fortunately, after taking the medicine, Ruan Qing's condition improved—his breathing steadied, and his persistent fever started to subside.
He no longer looked like he was on the verge of death.
Everyone heaved a quiet sigh of relief, and only then did they notice Luo Haodong’s injured hand.
Yan Lulin glanced at Luo Haodong’s bleeding hand and frowned. “Your hand... are you okay?”
Covering his arm, Luo Haodong shook his head expressionlessly and said nothing.
Though Luo Haodong kept silent, the others understood—he’d clearly clashed with Ren Yanqing’s men; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.
It was evident Ren Yanqing knew his son had been kidnapped.
Zhou Jinchen tried dialing Ren Yanqing’s number, but he got the same automated response—he was still blocked.
Knowing his son was kidnapped, yet blocking the kidnappers’ number—Ren Yanqing clearly had no intention of bringing his son back alive.
Even though the money they were asking for was a drop in the ocean for Ren Yanqing.
They all looked at the unconscious boy in silence, a mix of sympathy and pity in their eyes.
Thank you for the chapter!!
ReplyDeleteFinally they gave him some medicine, it was already too hard to survive, even more losing his memories every day
What's wrong with the father?!!Are you willing to lose your beautiful son?!!
ReplyDeleteThanks yah for the update muah 😘