115 The Unbearable Weight of Life (1/2)
Chapter 115: The Unbearable Weight of Life
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Being a firm believer in karma, Ning Que strongly believed that he would not die at this age. However, he was too badly injured today, and the invisible lance piercing through his chest was beyond his scope of understanding. As a result, on this sixteenth year of his arrival to this world, Ning Que had no choice but to consider death as a possibility.
When he woke up, he struggled to open his eyes in the first place, and used his last strength to look around him, wondering whether he had come to hell and whether hell really existed in this world.
Then he saw a big fat face really close to his own, with tiny eyes looking like dots, showing sparks of curiosity and skepticism in them as they stared at him firmly.
As this face looked nicely plump and fair, it reminded Ning Que of the full moon in his hometown, which he had not seen for a long time. So instead of scaring him, it felt strangely familiar, despite not being clear-minded due to his bad injury.
Leaning against the wall, he looked at the big fat face with his head slightly tilted to one side, let out a weak laugh, and said, ”The yaksha from hell should look pretty dark, so I guess I'm not dead yet. Well then, who are you?”
Instead of being scared by the fat face, Ning Que startled Chen Pipi by suddenly opening his eyes. Chen Pipi widened his eyes in shock, then he stared back at his pale face and said, ”I am more interested in who you are.”
Ning Que, trembling, raised his right hand to cover his chest, which seemed normal but was suffering great pain. He looked toward the side with his brows furrowed and made sure that he was still on the second floor of the old library. It was already late at night. Ning Que noticed that the professor had left and he felt puzzled and disappointed as she turned a blind eye to him.
Considering that, besides himself, basically no Academy students would stay on the second floor, not to mention it was late at night, and thinking of those handwritings which were obviously written at night, Ning Que looked with amazement at the youth who wore the summer Academy robe and asked in a hoarse voice, ”Chen Pipi?”
Chen Pipi's eyes opened even wider. Well, of course, with such ”big” eyes, his eyes changed from the size of mung beans to the size of peas and then to soybeans. He stared at Ning Que and asked in disbelief, ”You are Ning Que?”
”Yes, it's me, the smartest young man in the world,” Ning Que tightly glared at Chen Pipi's round face and answered. Suddenly in his eyes appeared a strong flame of determination, and Ning Que said in a hoarse voice, ”If you don't want to see me die, then try everything to save me!”
Chen Pipi did not ask meaningless questions such as 'why should I save you'. Because after communicating through letters with each other for some time, they already knew each other's character and become good friends, even though they had not spoken face to face yet. Furthermore, they were close enough to scold each other as an idiot, make fun of each other, and of course, help each other, so how could Chen Pipi let Ning Que die without reaching out to help him?
Chen Pipi put two fingers on Ning's wrist to feel his pulse. He remained silent for a while and then he suddenly furrowed his brows, stared at Ning's eyes, and asked, ”How have you not died after such a severe injury?”
”Not dead yet doesn't mean I will not die. I am almost dying, how much nonsense are you going to say, idiot?”
”You are an idiot. You have been seriously injured, why don't you go to the capital, Chang'an, for treatment? It is meaningless to come to the Academy, please don't tell me that you made a special trip to let me cure you.”
”Why not? Don't you say that you are a genius?”
”So what? Is there a connection between genius and medicine skill?”
”The first question you gave me was a prescription.”
”A prescription cannot save you, even the most ingenious one. Your injury is so severe that you should have died already.”
Ning Que's consciousness became extremely weak and his eyes could not focus. Looking at the guy in front of him, Ning Que said, ”I have been lying here for a whole day and nobody in the Academy helped me, even the female professor, who seems very gentle and pleasant, turned a blind eye to me, but you cannot ignore me.”
Chen Pipi looked down at the bowl of water as well as the two steamed buns and said, ”Senior Sister's temperament is quiet and peaceful. She lives in a thatched cottage on a hill by herself and always keeps reticent. I don't think she ignored you...”
”You don't need to defend her. I know the Academy is a place that must refuse indifference, where we help each other.”
Tiredly raising up his head and looking at Chen Pipi through the dim starlight, Ning Que was silent for a while, and then said with an ironic smile, ”Anyway, my life... is in your hands.”
Finishing this sentence, he closed his eyes, loosened his shoulders and immediately fell into a coma again.
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Opening his mouth wide, Chen Pipi looked in the corner at the guy in the coma and his fat face was full of an expression of disbelief.