Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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When the Xiao family father and son rushed over, Meng Ting was still sleeping. They asked the doctor for a long time before confirming this rare good news. However, it would not be appropriate to transfer Meng Ting back to Beicheng. The doctor here obviously knew Meng Ting’s condition better, and it was more conducive to Meng Ting’s recovery to stay here.
But in the next few days, they found another thing which was more difficult to solve. Meng Ting only woke up when he heard Yan Sui’s voice. The rest of the time was the same as when he was sleeping before, and even if he woke up, he would not look at anyone other than Yan Sui, even as soon as Yan Sui left, Meng Ting’s eyes closed immediately.
He was still very uneasy about everything around him. Only with Yan Sui around could he feel safe and dare to open his eyes. Therefore, the key to Meng Ting’s recovery was Yan Sui. After the Xiao family and his son learned this from the doctor, they discussed it for two days before going to talk to Yan Sui.
Yan Sui was so capable and a busy head of a big family. It was rare that he could see the friendship between the two families and visit Meng Ting often over the years. Now he had to continue to take care of Meng Ting. All the people in the Xiao family felt that they were forcing him into a difficult situation.
But unexpectedly, Yan Sui agreed without any hesitation.
Originally, he went to the sanatorium every day, but now he stayed in the sanatorium almost permanently. In two months, he even took people back to Yan’s house.
After more than two months of rehabilitation and treatment, Meng Ting was able to eat and move normally. However, from the moment he opened his eyes to now, he had never spoken, and even Yan Sui couldn’t get him to speak.
Because he didn’t speak, even the most experienced brain surgeon couldn’t determine whether the previous neurotoxins had left damage to his brain and memory, whether he still remembered his previous experiences, and whether him not speaking had a physiological reason or psychological reason? None of this was certain.
“Meng Ting, let me pick you up to stay at my house for a while, okay?”
Yan Sui asked after taking Meng Ting back for a walk and helping him sit back on the hospital bed.
Meng Ting did not respond immediately when he heard the words. He first reached out to hold Yan Sui’s hand again, and then he nodded lightly. He originally only dared to hold Yan Sui’s little finger, and then he grabbed two, and then three. It was only half a month ago that he took the initiative to fully hold Yan Sui’s hand for the first time.
After getting Meng Ting’s permission, Yan Sui had people go through the formalities quickly. In the evening, he took Meng Ting into the car and returned to Yan’s house. Xiao Bo and Wang Ma had gradually stopped doing things, but they still lived in Yan’s house, barely making the cold Yan’s house more populous.
They had long heard about Meng Ting from Zhao Bing. They were a little surprised that Yan Sui brought him home, but they quickly adjusted their mood and supervised the preparations of the servants.
The car stopped in front of Yan’s house. Yan Sui got out of the car first. He then walked to the right door and helped the person out.
“Don’t be afraid, this is my home.”
Yan Sui felt Meng Ting gradually tighten his hold on his hand. So, he stopped, raised his hand to rub Meng Ting’s hair, and patted his shoulder gently.
But even though Yan Sui said this, Meng Ting still kept his head lowered all the way. He only looked at the hands he and Yan Sui were holding. His nervousness and uneasiness were obvious. Yan Sui led Meng Ting to the room decorated by the servants, and asked Zhao Bing to put his luggage and go out, while he continued to accompany Meng Ting in the room.
He wanted to bring Meng Ting back to live in Yan’s house. Part of the reason was because Meng Ting still couldn’t sleep well after waking up. This was a great obstacle to the recovery of the body. After discussing with the doctor, he felt that Meng Ting was suffering from psychological problems. It excluded places like hospitals.
Yan Sui discussed the doctor and his opinions with Xiao Huimin, and then suggested that Meng Ting be brought to Yan’s house. There were enough servants at home, and Meng Ting would not be treated badly in terms of material conditions and care.
Xiao Huimin and the others were even more helpless against Meng Ting than Yan Sui. They were not even sure whether Meng Ting was aware of their existence.
The Xiao family was naturally grateful for Yan Sui’s initiative, but only he knew what Yan Sui was thinking. He took the person back home not just because he sympathized with Meng Ting’s experience, but also because of the entrustment of the Xiao family.
Yan Sui first opened the curtains in the room, and then pulled Meng Ting to sit on the sofa. Without outsiders, Meng Ting continued to focus on Yan Sui. He had been looking at Yan Sui like this for more than two months, but he still felt that it was not enough, and Yan Sui also adapted to Meng Ting’s gaze.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave.”
Yan Sui patted Meng Ting’s hand gently, then stood up and said, “I’ll wipe your face with a towel.”
He said and went to the bathroom, but Meng Ting still stood there. After getting up, Yan Sui walked over and looked back at Meng Ting.
Meng Ting met Yan Sui’s eyes and stopped. Yan Sui held a helpless yet doting smile on his face. He then took two steps back and held Meng Ting’s hand.
“Let’s go in together.”
Meng Ting nodded lightly, but then he grabbed Yan Sui’s left hand with both hands, as if he was afraid that Yan Sui would leave him and run away.
In just over two months, Yan Sui’s skill in taking care of people had gone from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and Meng Ting had also gone from being stunned to actively cooperating. He raised his face and asked Yan Sui to wipe it for him, but his eyes were always looking straight at Yan Sui.
“Can you tell me what you are looking at?”
Yan Sui gently wiped Meng Ting’s cheek, met his eyes, and asked softly.
No surprise, Meng Ting still didn’t reply. Yan Sui didn’t show his disappointment. He continued to wipe Meng Ting. He then turned around to change the water, but a warm body slowly came up behind him.
Meng Ting hugged Yan Sui gently, his eyes then sank slightly, a little puzzled and a little hesitant.
Yan Sui was stunned for a moment, then he held Meng Ting’s hand on his waist and turned around slowly. Meng Ting probably didn’t expect that he would hug Yan Sui on impulse. He hesitated whether to step back. But Yan Sui gently pulled him into his arms and hugged him.
“If you don’t want to speak yet, don’t. I’m not in a hurry.”
Yan Sui whispered in Meng Ting’s ear. His tone and gesture were quite gentle, but his inner feeling was definitely more than that. From Meng Ting hugging him to when he turned around and hugged Meng Ting into his arms, it was like a set instinct.
Meng Ting stood stunned for a while, then slowly leaned his side face against Yan Sui’s shoulder, and then raised his hand to hug Yan Sui back. His expression was quiet and peaceful, and all his reactions showed that he didn’t reject Yan Sui’s hug at all.
Yan Sui was not sure how long he hugged Meng Ting before letting him go, but he was sure that the time was definitely not short.
He calmed himself down, ruffled Meng Ting’s hair again, and said, “Let’s go back to the room first, and then go to dinner. If you still want to… hug, I will hug you again in the evening.”
Meng Ting raised his face seriously after hearing this, he looked at Yan Sui carefully, and then he nodded.
They returned to the room. Yan Sui asked Meng Ting to change his clothes. Yan Sui took Meng Ting to his room again. He also went to wash up. Meng Ting went to Yan Sui’s room to compare what the servant had prepared for him before. The room felt more comfortable, and his eyes looked around, looking for traces that Yan Sui had inadvertently left.
Yan Sui immediately changed his clothes and came out. Meng Ting immediately stood up from the sofa. He then walked to Yan Sui, raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Sui, and took the initiative to hold Yan Sui’s hand. In this way, he gently released a breath.
Meng Ting’s reaction of sighing in relief was so obvious that Yan Sui couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile, and Meng Ting was completely lost when he saw Yan Sui’s smile.
He stared at Yan Sui, then slowly raised his other hand and gently touched the corner of Yan Sui’s mouth. He carefully paid attention to Yan Sui’s expression and saw that there was no rejection or displeasure in him before he continued touching Yan Sui’s lips.
Meng Ting had stayed in the fragrance base for four or five years before he was found, and then laid in bed for two more years. He had only been recuperating for more than two months. His skin color thus still showed a slightly sickly pale color. Even his hands were so white that it seemed like you could see the blood vessels surging inside.
Meng Ting’s fingertips touched Yan Sui’s lips lightly, and when he felt the temperature there that was different from other skin, he withdrew his hand as if feeling nostalgic.
And the time between Meng Ting reaching out to touch his lips and withdrawing his hand was a strange experience that Yan Sui had never had before. He should be a little nervous, but when Meng Ting withdrew his hand, he felt a little pity.
They continued to look at each other for a while, and then Yan Sui took Meng Ting’s hand, led him out of the room and took him downstairs to eat.
Meng Ting still couldn’t eat too greasy food. He couldn’t even take medicine or get injections or intravenous drips. It was all exposed soon after he woke up. After they had dinner, Meng Ting drank Chinese medicine prescribed by the old Chinese medicine doctor hired by the Xiao family.
Even Yan Sui found the smell difficult to swallow when he smelled it, but Meng Ting hesitated for a moment, then he picked it up and drank it. However, his complexion did not improve after taking the medicine, and instead became even worse.
This was the first time Yan Sui watched Meng Ting drink medicine. This traditional Chinese medicine was given once in the morning and evening, so by the time he went to the nursing home, he completely missed the time when Meng Ting drank medicine. Yan Sui frowned, raised his hand, and asked the servant to take the medicine bowl down.
He poured another glass of water and brought it to Meng Ting’s lips, “Drink some water.”
Meng Ting looked at the water, then at Yan Sui, then bit his lip and shook his head. He didn’t speak, but Yan Sui understood what he meant. Meng Ting was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would spit out the medicine, so he couldn’t speak and couldn’t drink water.
Yan Sui understood, and the heartache in his heart became more obvious. They were sitting together holding hands, and so it was very convenient for him to turn slightly sideways and bring Meng Ting into his arms. He gently rubbed Meng Ting’s back, but he didn’t know what to say for a moment.
The medical skills of the old Chinese medicine doctors hired by the Xiao family would definitely not be bad. Even if Meng Ting could psychologically accept taking such medicine, he still suffered from drinking such traditional Chinese medicine. But he couldn’t ask Meng Ting to stop drinking. It was certain that Meng Ting’s body had not recovered. Chinese medicine treatment was also a method.
Meng Ting slowly leaned into Yan Sui’s arms. His eyelashes blinked again and again, as if he didn’t understand why Yan Sui wanted to hug him. He thought about it, but it didn’t stop him from hugging Yan Sui back.
About half an hour later, Meng Ting’s feeling of wanting to vomit subsided. He raised his face to look at Yan Sui, and then slightly bent his eyes. This was Meng Ting’s smile. Although it was short-lived, it was unmistakably a smile.
Yan Sui caught it and was stunned.
Before Meng Ting could notice Yan Sui’s stunned look, he leaned back into Yan Sui’s arms again.
This time Yan Sui could no longer deny his heartbeat. He slowly raised his hand to rub Meng Ting’s hair and hugged him tighter.
“Tomorrow I will ask Mother Wang and the old Chinese medicine doctors over there to study how to turn your Chinese medicine into medicated food. The effect will be slower, but it will not taste so bad…”
Yan Sui’s voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He found that Meng Ting had fallen asleep against him. He was sleeping soundly and peacefully. Yan Sui was afraid of disturbing Meng Ting, so he naturally spoke softer and quieter.
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