C153 (1/2)
”Yan Yan, I really want to be your luggage. for you to take me with you. ” Ji Weiyang's low voice was intertwined with a trace of ambiguity and helplessness.
Zhan Yan's lips curled up into a warmer smile, and her face slightly flushed. At this moment, the broadcast at the airport was already starting to rush people to board the plane. I'm about to board the plane. ” She muttered softly.
”Yes.” Ji Weiyang nodded, ”Give me a call after you get off the plane.”
”Alright.” After Zhan Yan finished speaking, she quickly gave her a kiss and then hung up.
Ji Weiyang held onto his pure black phone, and the smile on his lips slowly widened.
That afternoon, Ji Weiyang suddenly fainted in his office during a meeting. His fever was 40 °, acute pneumonia broke out, and he fell into a coma. In fact, his illness had never been completely cured. It was just that he had been suppressing it with medicine all this time. Yesterday, after Zhan Yan left, he stood on top of the roof and blew in the cold wind. He had been staring at the east direction, which was the direction of Korea.
The spring breeze had reached his bones, and his illness could not be affected by the cold. After tormenting himself for a while, he went back to the hospital. The last time Ji Weiyang fell ill, Ji Bocheng had been hesitating. This time, he was completely merciful.
Through the thick glass window, he saw Ji Weiyang lying on the sickbed. His face was covered by an oxygen mask, and he looked completely lifeless and haggard. Ji Bocheng stood outside the door and watched quietly, his body slightly trembling, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes deepened, and his eyes faintly swayed with tears. The doctor's voice kept ringing in his ears: ”You shouldn't have been in such a hurry to leave the hospital last time. If you don't cure the acute pneumonia completely, it will easily relapse, and if you don't, it might even cause shock or death. Luckily, this time it was delivered in time, otherwise it would be dangerous.”
Ji Bocheng began to regret his decision. Why must he keep forcing his son to do what he wanted, children had their own sons and grandsons, whatever he wanted to do, he could do it. As a father, he was old, but the child had grown up and his wings were stiff.
Ji Bocheng and Ji Ting who were beside him did not dare to be rash, but Su Ying opened her mouth and said, ”Third brother's illness is too much of a coincidence, the day after tomorrow is the day of the engagement with the Li Family.”
Once she said that, Ji Ting's face changed, ”Sister-in-law, what do you mean? Would it be a good day for him to get sick? A person is already so sick, is he willing to do that? ”
Su Ying knew she made a mistake, but she did not dare retort, and pulled the corner of her husband's clothes as if asking for help, ”Weixin.”
Ji Weixin fiercely glared at her and scolded, ”If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute.”
”Why is everyone charging at me? I wasn't the one who made Ol 'Three sick.” Su Ying muttered, feeling wronged.
”Enough, what time is this? You all still have the mood to argue? Go back, don't stand here obstructing my view.” Ji Bocheng scolded angrily.
The three of them immediately quieted down, not daring to make a sound.
The atmosphere instantly calmed down. Ji Ting stepped forward to support her father, and said worriedly, ”Dad, you should go back and rest. There are doctors and nurses here, so we can't help them. You've been tired all day, so you should take care of yourself. If any of you, Wei Yang, wakes up and falls down, you'll have to worry too. ”
Ji Bocheng sighed, and said unhappily, ”Does he even know to be worried about me, the father? His mind is full of that little girl Wei Zhanyan. ”
Ji Ting accompanied him as she laughed, trying to persuade him, ”Father, you shouldn't say such unlucky words. If not for Wei Yang's filial piety, he wouldn't have obeyed you in everything. He didn't even utter a word of 'no' when you asked him to marry Li Xiaoqian. With such a good son, what else is there to be picky about? Dad, Weiyang is too tired from living. ”He's only in his early thirties, but he already has such a root of his illness. What should we do in the future?”
Ji Bocheng's gaze moved slightly, and she sighed heavily, but didn't say anything. Ji Ting knew that her father must have been soft-hearted.
”Go to the Li family tomorrow and cancel the engagement. Tell them that I'll come visit them another day to apologize.” Ji Bocheng instructed Ji Weixin.
”I'm afraid the men from the Li family are dissatisfied.” Ji Weixin said worriedly.
Ji Bocheng was annoyed, but his tone became colder, ”Does Wei Yang look like this, is he going to be carried to the engagement banquet on a stretcher?”
When the old man got angry, Ji Weixin nodded his head and replied, ”I got it, Dad. I will try my best to explain it to Uncle Li. ”
He had initially thought that he could wake up on the second day, but he did not expect that the illness would be this serious. He had been in a coma for three days and three nights, and the fever was still strong, causing him to not be able to move at all. He finally opened his eyes with great difficulty, and he was half conscious and half muddled as he mumbled something.
Other than being busy with work, Ji Bocheng was also busy staying in the hospital. He had clearly lost a lot of weight, and was no longer young. Outside, he was a true general, but when facing his children, he was only an ordinary father. In this world, how could he be more stubborn than his children's parents?
That evening, the doctor had changed the bottle of blood for Ji Weiyang. He had finally woken up, but he was still burning, and his face was as pale as paper.
”Dad, why are you here?” Ji Weiyang's voice was extremely hoarse, he moved his body, his entire body was in extreme pain, the arm that held the needle was cold and numb, it was as though he had lost all feeling.
”Don't move.” Ji Bocheng pressed him onto the bed and quickly got someone to call for a doctor and a nurse.
The doctor examined him again. Although he still had a fever, he had finally woken up. He was in a normal mental state and had not burned his brain. As long as he combined the information, he would slowly recover.
Knowing that Ji Weiyang had woken up, Ji Ting bought some warm porridge to bring over, but he was unable to eat it at all. Ji Ting was so anxious that his eyes started to turn red, ”Weiyang, even if you want to mess around, you need to recover your body first before you can have any strength. Who do you want to show that you're half dead?”
”Sis, what are you talking about?” Ji Weiyang leaned on the headboard in pain, but he forced a smile. His current state made the General Ji feel even worse.
”Sis, I really can't eat anymore. My stomach feels bad, so I'll put it there first. I'll take a rest before eating.” Ji Weiyang coughed as he held it in, then looked at Ji Bocheng and said powerlessly, ”Dad, what day is it today? With my illness, I'm afraid the engagement banquet has been delayed. Please explain it properly for me and Uncle Li.
”Come on, why are you still thinking about this?” Hurry up and cure yourself. ” Ji Bocheng sighed and said.
The corner of Ji Weiyang's mouth twitched powerlessly, and he said, ”Father, you can go back first, I really have nothing to do, maybe I'll be fine after a few days.”
Ji Bocheng's lips moved, he wanted to say something, but was a little hesitant. Then, he looked at Ji Ting who was at the side, ”Go and buy some fruits.”
”Yes.” Ji Ting naturally understood that her father wanted to push her away, picked up her bag, and tactfully left.
After Ji Ting left, the sickroom became quiet, and Ji Weiyang's continuous coughing sounds became even clearer. Ji Bocheng poured a cup of warm water and passed it over to him, and then let out a heavy sigh.
Ji Weiyang weakly laughed, but there was also a hint of playfulness in his tone, ”Dad, why are you so serious? I know what the parents of this world are thinking, everything you do is for my own good, I will listen to you in the future.”
His words sounded good, but if he really were to hear what Ji Bocheng said in the future, wouldn't he become a puppet?