After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 97 - Bai Yu's Danger

After returning to the ward, the nurse administered an IV to me. This minor surgery wasn’t as painful as I had imagined, and there wasn’t much of a rejection reaction during the medication process.

It seems Morrison Hospital indeed has its impressive aspects.

Because I am too thin, many of my bodily functions are not up to standard, and my immune system was damaged during the previous chemotherapy. Therefore, Dr. David is not only treating my illness but also nurturing my health.

He has used many nourishing medicines for me, most of which are traditional Chinese medicine.

I must admit that despite their bitter taste, these medicines seem to have some effect.

I haven’t felt a strong sense of nausea for several days now.

Song Yu comes every day without fail to bring me meals. Aunt Zhang’s cooking skills are indeed excellent. When I used to live in Song Yu’s villa, she managed to feed me until I gained several kilograms.

Whenever I think about how I once tied her up, I feel incredibly guilty. I must apologize to her properly when I see her again.

The test results from the last surgery have come out. Dr. David said the condition hasn’t worsened and mentioned that the medication treatment I received at Saint Riof was correct. The conclusion from his research with the expert group is to continue the medication and avoid further surgery.

Perhaps when one falls ill, they think surgery can solve everything. When I heard Dr. David mention conservative treatment, the faint glimmer of hope in my heart was instantly swallowed by darkness.

Although I had already known this would be the result, I couldn’t help but hold onto a sliver of hope, which turned out to be nothing more than self-deceptive fantasy.

My life can only be sustained by the word “maintain.”

Song Yu comforted me, urging me not to give up, gently rubbing my back as if soothing a child, while speaking very seriously in English to Dr. David, his emotions intense.

I know it’s for me.

After more than half a year living abroad, I can understand some simple spoken language, especially regarding medical treatment.

Song Yu said he would invest one billion euros in Morrison, hoping Dr. David could save my life.

Dr. David expressed that the cycle of life and death cannot be altered by money, feeling helpless in his inability to assist Song Yu.

Their conversation grew increasingly intense, with Dr. David maintaining his respect for life and seriously explaining to Song Yu, who was relentless.

Eventually, I couldn’t bear to listen any longer and tugged at Song Yu’s sleeve: “Song Yu, Dr. David is very busy, and I’m a bit tired. I’d like to rest for a while.” My tone was calm, seemingly unaware of the content of their conversation.

Song Yu exhaled deeply, reluctantly allowing Dr. David to leave the ward.

After he left, I said to Song Yu, “I want to return to my country.”

Song Yu’s expression froze, and he asked, “Why? Your illness is still…”

“I want to spend more time with my mom and sister.”

Song Yu fell silent, visibly struggling. I knew he didn’t want me to go back.

Because in M Country, I have no relatives, and many things require relying on him. He can barely stand in front of me because of this. If I return home, he would have no reason to stay by my side, and his headquarters in M Country has just stabilized, making it impossible for him to leave.

I thought Song Yu would use various reasons to make me stay, but instead, he said, “Alright, I agree.”

Just as I was astonished, he added, “I’ll go back with you.”

“You said… what did you say?”

Song Yu took out his phone, dialing a number as he spoke, “I’ll have Yewen prepare the passport as soon as possible. Once your health recovers a bit more, we’ll go back.” As he spoke, he had already dialed the number, and I watched him instruct Luo Yewen to prepare my passport and arrange some related matters in the company.

When he hung up the phone and reached for my hand, I finally came to my senses and resisted, saying, “Song Yu, what are you doing? I don’t need you to go back with me. Your presence only makes me hate you more.”

“I told you, I won’t forgive you for what you did in the past. You don’t need to waste time on me. Now that we can talk here, it’s only because there’s no other choice. Once we’re back home, I won’t want to see you for even a second.”

“Do you understand?” My breath quickened, and my body convulsed.

These days, I’ve been waiting for the test results, which is the only reason I stayed at Morrison. I don’t want to see Song Yu, not just because of my hatred for him, but also my disgust for myself.

Because every time I see Song Yu, I am reminded of how foolish and ridiculous I was in the past. He is like a mirror, reflecting my ugly heart with nowhere to hide.

I don’t want to see him, not at all.

Song Yu looked at me, his sharp eyes that could take a life now filled with sorrow. After a few seconds, he slowly lowered his gaze and left the ward, his tall figure trembling slightly from behind, like a wounded lion being driven away, desolate and lonely.

Suddenly–

My heart ached.

I clutched my aching chest and curled up in the blanket, taking deep breaths to alleviate the pain.

Why am I feeling this way?

Could it be because of Song Yu? !!!

No, it can’t be. I hate him so much, how could I feel heartache for him?

It must be because of the words I said; I would feel guilty saying them to anyone.

It must be like this.

In the following two days, Song Yu didn’t appear again, but the meals Aunt Zhang prepared continued to arrive on time.

I took a sip of corn and locust flower porridge, marveling at Aunt Zhang’s culinary skills, still as good as ever.

Aida watched me drink with relish, enviously saying, “I never thought President Song, such a big boss, would cook porridge and meals, much better than my giant baby boyfriend.”

I paused, then corrected her, “This wasn’t made by Song Yu; it was made by his housekeeper.”

“No, it was made by President Song, in the hospital cafeteria. Every day when I go to the cafeteria to get the meals, President Song is there with his sleeves rolled up, cooking personally.” Aida pointed at the red shrimp on the plate and said, “Like this salt-baked shrimp, when I went, President Song was frying it.”

“You said… what? You said Song Yu made this?” I looked at the half-eaten shrimp on my plate, struggling to speak.

“Yes, and this corn and locust flower porridge, President Song said he personally picked the flower buds, fresh and sweet. I even asked President Song to teach me how to make it, along with this egg custard, this tuna ball, this…”

Aida continued to speak, but my mind buzzed with confusion.

How could these be made by Song Yu?

This is clearly Aunt Zhang’s cooking; how could it be…?

Suddenly, I remembered what Song Yu had said before.

–I will learn.

Why would he do this? What was the point?

Seeing that I was hesitating to pick up my chopsticks, Aida urged, “Mr. Bai, if you don’t eat, the food will get cold.”

Looking at the delicious food on the plate, I suddenly lost my appetite. “I’m full, you can take it away.”

Aida looked at the half-eaten meal in surprise. “Mr. Bai, you haven’t eaten much.”

I casually replied, “I’m not very hungry; I had a big breakfast.”

Hearing this, Aida didn’t say anything further and left the room with the tray.

I indeed hadn’t eaten much, but my chest felt heavy, as if something was stuck there, unable to move up or down. The thought that all the meals I’ve had these days were prepared by Song Yu made this feeling even stronger. Song Yu always managed to infiltrate my life in various ways, and this feeling was utterly terrible.

I put on my slippers and went for a walk in the back garden of the hospital, trying to forget the name Song Yu. My heart was in turmoil because of him, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as I stepped out of the hospital gate, I realized someone was following me.

Song Yu, it must be him.

I deliberately walked to a less crowded area and stopped at the end of the flower corridor. Then I suddenly turned around and angrily shouted, “Song Yu, you—-”

Halfway through my words, I was suddenly speechless.

Standing behind me was not Song Yu, but Chi Jin, who had been missing for more than half a month.

During these weeks, I had called him many times, but never got through. I didn’t expect him to come looking for me.

“Chi Jin, why is it you?” I asked in astonishment.

Chi Jin’s expression was gloomy, and he walked towards me with a cold smile on his lips. “What? Are you disappointed? Would you be happier if it were Song Yu?”

I frowned and cautiously stepped back two steps. “What are you talking about?”

Chi Jin laughed coldly and pressed forward. “I say you’re truly despicable.”

My heart sank instantly. The Chi Jin before me was clearly not right. Even if I were foolish, I knew what he was about to do next. I aimed for the nearest escape route and was about to run, but Chi Jin seemed to have anticipated my intention. In a swift move, he blocked my path and pulled me into his embrace.

I was about to struggle and call for help when a dull pain spread from my neck, and I lost consciousness…

When I woke up again, I was in a small room resembling a warehouse, and Chi Jin was not there.

The dim light bulb on the ceiling flickered weakly, but it was enough to barely make out the surroundings. The space was narrow, and several iron racks stood haphazardly against the wall, filled with various medicines, arranged without any order, very chaotic.

If I guessed correctly, I was still in Morrison Hospital, and the place I was in was likely the area where Morrison Hospital stored discarded medicines.

I lay on a pile of cardboard, my hands and feet bound with hemp rope tied in a cross knot. My mouth was stuffed with a towel, making it impossible to speak, only allowing muffled sounds.

With no other choice, I rolled on the ground like a worm, desperately twisting my wrists and ankles, trying to break free from the ropes. However, no matter how hard I tried, the knots showed no sign of loosening. I could only keep making muffled sounds, hoping to attract someone’s attention.

At that moment, the warehouse door suddenly opened…

I looked up to see Chi Jin walking in, holding two bottles of mineral water.

I made louder muffled sounds, struggling desperately, conveying my anger through my eyes, signaling him to release me.

Chi Jin calmly walked up to me, squatted down slowly, and removed the rag from my mouth.

I spat saliva at his face.

Chi Jin’s expression instantly darkened, raising his hand as if to strike me. I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain, but after a few seconds, nothing happened.

I opened my eyes to find Chi Jin staring at me coldly, as if he wanted to devour me alive.

This experience of being captured was not unfamiliar to me, especially when the captor was Chi Jin; I wasn’t very afraid.

“Chi Jin, release me immediately, and we’ll forget about today. Otherwise, I won’t let you off.” I threatened him coldly.

Chi Jin sneered, ignoring my words, and instead asked if I wanted water. I turned my head, showing my refusal through my actions.

Suddenly, my chin was forcibly turned, my cheeks pinched tightly by Chi Jin, forcing my mouth open like a fish, and cold liquid poured into my throat. I swallowed with difficulty, and when I couldn’t swallow anymore, the water trickled down my patient gown, soaking a large area of the fabric on my chest.

Just when I thought I might choke to death, Chi Jin released me.

I curled up on the ground, gasping for air, followed by a series of coughs.

Chi Jin looked at me, his gaze becoming even more sinister. “It seems Song Yu treats you well; your words have become tougher.”

“What are you… talking about? Release me now.” I struggled twice, realizing Chi Jin had no intention of letting me go, and raised my neck to call for help loudly.

“Don’t waste your energy. Even if you shout until your throat breaks, no one will come to save you. This is the warehouse for discarded medicines; only during quarterly inventory will someone come here.” Chi Jin laughed confidently and then sat beside me.

“Chi Jin, what exactly do you want?” I glared at the face in front of me, which wasn’t much more mature than mine, feeling that I couldn’t recognize this person anymore.

The old Chi Jin was arrogant and domineering, doing whatever he wanted–a typical second-generation rich kid. Although he had deceived me and used me to attack Song Yu, he had never physically harmed me.

What happened to him now? How did he change so much in just over half a month?

“Bai Yu, you and Song Yu conspired to deceive my family’s company, and you still ask me what I want?” Chi Jin laughed loudly, his expression terrifying.

“What are you talking about? What conspiracy to deceive your family’s company? I don’t understand.”

I was confused by Chi Jin’s words. When did I conspire with Song Yu?

Chi Jin showed his white teeth, smiling eerily. “It must have been hard pretending to be opposed to Song Yu in front of me, right? Now that you’ve succeeded, you can continue being Song Yu’s lover, and in the future, you might even become the chairman’s wife of Huanya. That must feel wonderful.”

“Bai Yu, I must say, your face is truly deceptive. I was naive enough to think you were also kept in the dark by Song Yu, even sympathizing with your plight. But now…” Chi Jin said with a bitter smile, “I am the real fool.”

I suddenly understood. Chi Jin misunderstood that the information I previously gave him about Song Yu investing in offshore oil was a setup, deliberately luring him into a trap.