Chapter 86: Hypoglycemia

Ying Huai was woken by the pain in his stomach.

The stomach, which hadn't been properly soothed, seemed to realize its owner's neglect, and took advantage of his unconsciousness to throw a fit.

Ying Huai propped himself up with a slightly pale face, hunched over and pressing hard against his stomach, leaning against the headboard as he tried to steady his breathing.

His fragile stomach kept spasming, and his chest began to feel tight along with it.

Ying Huai's fingertips gripping the bedsheet were pale, his fingers trembling slightly as they slowly tightened. He tried his best to steady his breathing, yet still didn't make a single sound.

When Lu Jing quietly pushed the door open, this was the scene he saw.

He had only originally wanted to sneak in for a look while Ying Huai was unconscious, but seeing Ying Huai's state now, his expression instantly changed.

Lu Jing no longer cared about anything else, wanting to go straight forward to support him.

The next second, he watched the person on the bed let out a soft sigh.

Lu Jing thought for a moment that he'd been discovered. His footsteps instinctively paused, and a flash of helplessness crossed his expression.

But Ying Huai wasn't looking at him.

He braced himself against the bedside table and slowly got out of bed, holding the wall as he walked forward step by step.

Only now did Lu Jing realize that Ying Huai hadn't noticed his presence at all just now.

He let out a slight breath of relief, but somewhere in his heart he felt something was off.

Ying Huai was originally a singer; after losing his sight, his perception of the outside world relied almost entirely on hearing. He shouldn't have failed to hear his earlier movements.

Lu Jing felt a vague unease in his heart. He hesitated, then quickly tried to follow, only to see Ying Huai already slowly walking into the bathroom, holding the wall.

The next second, a bout of painful dry heaving instantly came from the bathroom.

Lu Jing's expression instantly changed.

He no longer cared about anything else, stepping forward to press the bathroom door handle directly: 'Xiao Huai—'

But the bathroom door had already been locked from inside.

The person inside seemed to be startled, the dry heaving instantly turning into a fit of rapid choking coughs.

The next second, a figure quickly walked over from behind, took out a key and directly unlocked the bathroom door.

The person half-leaning against the sink, pressing his stomach, suddenly turned around.

Water droplets fell from his half-damp hair tips, sliding slowly down his pale cheeks, clearly highlighting the astonishment in Ying Huai's expression.

He froze for a moment, then instantly realized something, and a trace of helplessness crossed his expression.

'Cough cough, you're hiding the key to my room again....... Doctor Song.'

'So what if I'm hiding it? I knew you'd pull something like this.'

Song Si Lan stepped forward and grabbed the swaying person in front of him, speaking through gritted teeth.

He shoved two pills into Ying Huai's mouth, watched as the person's panting gradually eased, and continued irritably: 'How many times have I told you — if you wake up and no one's around, don't move around, call me if you need anything. But you, you just rushed straight into the bathroom.'

Song Si Lan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh: 'What, I've been living in the bathroom all along?'

Ying Huai couldn't help it, covering his lips as he laughed and coughed twice.

The next second, he felt Song Si Lan's hand supporting him tighten again.

Ying Huai sighed, slightly turning his head: 'No, I just woke up, I was about to call for Doctor Song.'

He couldn't see clearly, only able to roughly turn his head in the direction of Song Si Lan's voice. His usually smiling peach blossom eyes were now completely empty.

Even Song Si Lan, who was used to his sharp tongue, couldn't help but pause at the mockery on the tip of his tongue.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head, gritting his teeth and speaking in a low voice: '...Like hell I believe you.'

Though Song Si Lan said this, the anger in his tone had already mostly disappeared, and he reached again for Ying Huai's pulse.

The person who had achieved his goal didn't argue back, only innocently curved his eyes, turning his head to cough twice more.

Song Si Lan frowned: 'Is your stomach still very uncomfortable?'

Ying Huai covered his lips and caught his breath, slightly shaking his head: '...It's fine.'

Song Si Lan didn't believe Ying Huai's 'it's fine' at all.

He frowned, wanting to help the person back to bed first, but felt Ying Huai suddenly grab his arm.

'Let me........ rest a moment longer.' Ying Huai pressed his stomach with one hand, his voice suddenly weakening.

'Right now I'm still a bit....... can't walk.'

What Song Si Lan had just fed him was medicine to relieve palpitations and coughing.

There was no particularly fast way to relieve stomach pain; it could only be slowly nursed through long-term medication and daily conditioning.

He had thrown up for a bit earlier and felt slightly better, but his stomach was still occasionally throbbing with dull pain.

Song Si Lan frowned, said nothing, and simply stopped walking again.

But the pain rising again in his stomach seemed to have no intention of stopping.

After waiting a while, Ying Huai's face not only grew paler, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Song Si Lan felt the weight on his arm growing heavier, and couldn't help turning his head: 'Put your arm on my shoulder, I'll support you as we walk over.'

Ying Huai's upper body slumped down, his breathing growing rapid again, but he still only shook his head: 'I'm fine......... I'll be better in a moment.'

Song Si Lan felt his condition was subtly off. Lu Jing beside him, who had been wanting to speak, finally couldn't help but step forward as well.

'Let me carry you over, Xiao Huai, the bathroom is too cold, you'll feel worse staying here too long.........'

But Ying Huai leaned back, directly avoiding his support.

Lu Jing's outstretched hand instantly stiffened.

Ying Huai lowered his eyes, muffled two coughs behind his hand, and slightly straightened up: 'I'm feeling better, please help me back, Doctor Song.'

But he had only taken two steps outward when he suddenly groaned again, bending over abruptly to clutch his stomach.

Song Si Lan hadn't had time to say anything before he felt a weight on his arm, the person beside him hanging his head as his body slid weakly downward.

'Ying Huai!'

Song Si Lan was caught off guard, staggered from the weight, and could only hurriedly reach out to support the person so he didn't fall directly to the ground.

Ying Huai seemed to lose consciousness in an instant.

He slightly frowned at the sound of Song Si Lan's voice, seeming to want to wake up, but only his eyelids trembled, and he let out another soft hum.

Song Si Lan's voice also grew urgent: 'Lu Jing, come over and help support him first.......'

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt someone rush in quickly from the door, reaching out directly to lift Ying Huai into a horizontal carry.

Liang Shining's expression carried unconcealable panic as he quickly carried the person back to the bed.

Liang Shining had originally been downstairs cooking porridge.

He knew Ying Huai was still angry with him, so when he heard the message Song Si Lan sent him that Ying Huai was awake, he hesitated, and in the end still didn't go up immediately.

When Ying Huai first woke up, he was prone to palpitations, and his emotions couldn't be too greatly stimulated.

Liang Shining waited a few minutes, ladled a small bowl of the porridge that had been stewed soft in the pot, and finally went upstairs step by step.

—He hadn't expected that as soon as he came in, he'd see Ying Huai's pale face going limp as he fell.

Liang Shining no longer cared about anything else, reflexively rushing forward to catch the person.

Now looking at the unconscious person on the bed, he spoke urgently: 'What's wrong with Ying Huai?'

Song Si Lan froze for a moment, then instantly came back to himself.

He quickly walked to the bed, lifted Ying Huai's eyelid to look, and listened to his pulse.

The person on the bed was still trembling slightly, his lips pale, his fingertips cold, and the broken hair on his forehead had been completely soaked with cold sweat.

He seemed to have regained some consciousness, but his eyelids trembled slightly, and for some reason he couldn't wake up.

Song Si Lan seemed to realize something.

He quickly straightened up, took a bottle of glucose from the side, and supported Ying Huai's neck to feed it to him.

'It should be sudden hypoglycemia, let him recover a bit first, and we'll see how it goes.'

Liang Shining seemed to realize something, his expression darkened, and he said nothing more.

The person on the bed choked a little, coughing weakly.

Liang Shining stepped forward and took the person from Song Si Lan's hands, skillfully letting him lean half against his chest, slowly stroking his chest.

After an unknown stretch of time, the trembling of the person in his arms finally eased. They hummed softly and opened their eyes slightly.

His consciousness was still hazy, but he could feel the weakness throughout his body: "I........"

"You just fainted from low blood sugar. You're really something, Ying Huai—fainted once from stomach pain, and now you've made yourself vomit until you're dehydrated."

Song Si Lan said irritably, taking a fresh bag of glucose saline and hanging it on the IV pole.

Ying Huai's thoughts were sluggish, and for a moment he didn't react. Only after a long while did he let out a low "mm."

He still had no strength in his body, and his weary consciousness couldn't support his muddled thoughts. He didn't even realize he was curled up in Liang Shining's arms.

The stabbing pain in his stomach continued, but it still couldn't stop the drowsiness from slowly enveloping him.

Ying Huai thought he had forced his eyes open, but in reality his eyelids only trembled slightly before uncontrollably drooping down slowly.

Not long after, Liang Shining felt the head of the person in his arms slowly droop down again.

Immediately after, Liang Shining felt his shoulder grow heavy.

"Shifu?"

The person beside him didn't respond. A faintly cool breath quietly fanned against his neck.

Liang Shining's voice instantly tensed up again. He immediately gripped the arm of the person beside him: "Ying Huai—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt his arm being gently pressed down by someone.

"It's nothing, his body just couldn't hold on and he fell asleep again. I added some sedative to the medicine I just gave him—let him keep sleeping, it'll be easier on him that way."

Song Si Lan's full belly of nagging finally dissolved into a single sigh.

—He felt he'd sighed away a whole day's worth of frustration in just one morning.

Liang Shining was stunned for a moment.

He slowly released the hand holding Ying Huai, and silently drew the person closer into his arms.

"Why has he been like this these past few days........"

The moment Liang Shining spoke, he realized his throat was terribly hoarse.

He took a deep breath and started again: "Why has his body been like this these past few days?"

Song Si Lan looked up at him.

Although Ying Huai's health hadn't been good before, it wasn't like these past two days with him fainting so frequently.

Song Si Lan seemed to know what he was asking. He adjusted the IV drip rate and slowly began to speak.

"There's nothing seriously wrong with his heart. It's mainly because of the head injury from last time."

Liang Shining frowned.

"The hematoma in his brain has been treated with medication, but it hasn't been fully absorbed yet. The pressure on the nerves easily causes drowsiness and nausea."

Song Si Lan glanced at the person whose brow was slightly furrowed even in sleep: "He probably usually gets dizzy and nauseous often, but the symptoms are mild, and he's used to enduring them on his own, so it's not that obvious."

Lu Jing instantly thought of the scene he'd just witnessed when he'd come in, and his face paled a few shades more.

He couldn't help but ask: "Then why did it suddenly get worse these past two days?"

The moment he finished speaking, he saw Song Si Lan glare at him irritably: "Because one or another of you has been coming to upset him these past two days for no reason."

Liang Shining's arm holding Ying Huai trembled for a moment. Lu Jing silently opened his mouth.

He instinctively tried to explain: "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I just wanted to apologize to Xiao Huai........"

"I know you feel very guilty toward Ying Huai, Teacher Lu."

Song Si Lan wasn't buying Lu Jing's excuses at all.

He crossed his arms and said coldly: "How you want to apologize or make amends is none of my business, but please pay attention to the patient's physical condition."

Lu Jing's voice cut off abruptly.

His expression was somewhat panicked, and he could only incoherently try to explain: "I'm sorry, I really didn't know Xiao Huai would get this angry, I just didn't know what to do........"

Song Si Lan seemed to think of something, and with a cold laugh, directly cut him off.

"An apology isn't just a few airy words of remorse. Going over and over the mistakes of the past—how is that any different from sprinkling salt on someone's wounds again?"

Yu Wu, who had been about to come in through the doorway to find someone, paused mid-step.

A rare flash of panic crossed his expression, and his fingers gripping the door handle slowly tightened.

Song Si Lan didn't notice the person behind him.

He stared at Lu Jing, his tone slightly cold: "I assume Teacher Lu wants Ying Huai to forgive you, not to be so angry he ends up back in the Hospital, right?"

Lu Jing's face grew paler by the second.

He stood frozen in place. After a few seconds, he suddenly came back to himself.

"Doctor Song is right."

Lu Jing retreated a step, looking somewhat lost, and said quietly: "Please take good care of Xiao Huai, Doctor Song and Teacher Liang........ I'll... go first."

After speaking, he didn't dare look at the sleeping person on the bed again, and hurriedly turned around, walking quickly toward the door.

The door to the room closed softly. Song Si Lan stood in place for a few seconds, then finally took a deep breath and pushed down his chaotic emotions.

He turned to look at Liang Shining beside him.

"Alright, please tell me too, Teacher Liang."

Song Si Lan said slowly: "How did Teacher Liang make Teacher Ying angry this time?"

Liang Shining didn't answer immediately.

Ying Huai slept in his arms, oblivious to everything.

Even though he'd been so angry at his actions while awake, in sleep he still looked completely trusting—his whole body curled up in Liang Shining's arms, his expression weary but relaxed.

Liang Shining's arm holding the person slowly tightened.

After a few seconds, he said quietly: "I locked him in the house."

Song Si Lan was stunned for a moment, not understanding at first: "What?"

Liang Shining raised his head: "Since coming back from the Hospital, I've never let him step out of this house."

"Not once."

Song Si Lan was taken aback.

He instantly understood, and a flash of disbelief crossed his expression.

"Are you crazy? You've kept him locked in the house for half a month?"

He realized for the first time how good Ying Huai's temper was: "Ying Huai actually took half a month before getting angry at you?"

Liang Shining looked up at him and said quietly: "It was my fault."

Song Si Lan looked at his expression and knew Liang Shining hadn't truly given up on this idea.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth: "You know perfectly well that he used to........"

Song Si Lan's tone grew somewhat agitated, and he didn't notice his voice getting louder.

Ying Huai lightly frowned, and at the same moment his breathing grew heavier.

The next second, a hand suddenly rested on Song Si Lan's arm, followed by Yu Wu's voice, tinged with a smile.

"Calm down, Si Lan. If you wake Teacher Xiao Huai in a bit, you can't exactly keep scolding yourself after you've already scolded everyone else, can you?"

Song Si Lan frowned, but ultimately stopped talking.

He pulled his arm free from Yu Wu's grip and said quietly: "What are you here for?"

Yu Wu didn't mind, and said with a grin: "I came to find you........"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Song Si Lan's face instantly darken.

Yu Wu sighed inwardly, but on the surface still grinned and immediately corrected himself: "My bad. It's just that I saw Teacher Liang and Teacher Xiao Huai had some conflict, so I came to mediate."

Song Si Lan frowned: "You?"

"Yes, me. I'm a medical psychology PhD after all, so it's a pretty good fit, right?" Yu Wu said earnestly.

There seemed to be a deeper meaning in his words: "Even if I can't mediate for myself, mediating for others should still work, right?"

Song Si Lan's expression shifted.

Yu Wu acted as if he hadn't noticed, and continued with a smile: "So, Si Lan, want to come with me?"

Song Si Lan didn't respond to Yu Wu. He glanced at the IV drip beside him, then turned and walked straight outside.

"This bottle of medicine still has about an hour left to finish. I'll come back in an hour."

Yu Wu didn't stop him either.

He watched Song Si Lan's figure quickly disappear past the door, and after a long moment, silently sighed.

The next second, he quickly adjusted his emotions, turned his head with a grin: "Alright, for the next hour, is there anything Liang-laoshi wants to chat with me about?"

Yu Wu's voice carried a hint of teasing: "This is a free consultation, I'm not even charging you a consultation fee."

Liang Shining, with his arm around Ying Huai, looked up at him.

"I'll pay you the consultation fee."

He said in a low voice: "Can you shut up and sit here for an hour?"

Yu Wu: ........?

"Of course not!"

Yu Wu's expression instantly turned grief-stricken and indignant: "You actually want to use money to make me leave you!"

"I'm going to tell Xiao Huai-laoshi!"

Liang Shining: ........

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In the end, Liang Shining could only watch as Yu Wu dragged a chair over and sat down across from him casually.

"Why don't Liang-laoshi start by telling me why you did this?" Yu Wu turned the chair back around, half-collapsed onto it, and said with a grin.

Liang Shining kept his eyes lowered, counting Ying Huai's pulse, and said nothing.

Yu Wu wasn't in a hurry either. After waiting a few seconds, he continued: "If Liang-laoshi won't tell me, I'll keep asking."

"Liang-laoshi probably doesn't want Xiao Huai-laoshi to wake up and see this scene either."

Liang Shining looked up at him, then lowered his eyes again.

After a long moment, he finally said in a low voice: "I just....... was too worried."

He paused, then continued: "I didn't mean to lock him up. I just wanted him to recover before going out. He almost had an accident this time when he went out. If he rests at home for a while longer...... it'll be better for his health."

Liang Shining was deliberately steering this "worry" toward Ying Huai's physical condition, but Yu Wu keenly sensed something off.

"What Liang-laoshi is worried about should be more than just Xiao Huai-laoshi's health, right?"

Yu Wu suddenly said.

"Liang-laoshi is also worried about........ being abandoned?"

The moment his words fell, he saw Liang Shining's body tense up as expected.

Yu Wu gradually understood.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "Has Liang-laoshi thought about why Xiao Huai-laoshi reacted so strongly to this?"

Not just emotionally—Ying Huai's frequent physical problems over the past two days also confirmed this from another angle.

Liang Shining was stunned.

He instantly understood something, and his face went white: "I........"

Seeing that he had caught on, Yu Wu lightly sighed: "Looks like Liang-laoshi remembered the 'Sanatorium' incident."

"I know Liang-laoshi didn't really lock Xiao Huai-laoshi up, you just wanted to protect him too much."

"But because of the 'Sanatorium' incident, Xiao Huai-laoshi subconsciously has an extreme aversion to any form of 'confinement'."

Yu Wu said softly: "That's why he was so angry."

Liang Shining's face was pale.

He hadn't previously realized at all that, in Ying Huai's eyes, his behavior was equivalent to the 'Sanatorium' incident.

He had been nearly scared out of his wits by the Chu Hongsheng incident. When he started doing this, it was only out of concern for Ying Huai's health, but later that worry began to spread.

He worried Ying Huai wouldn't take care of himself again, worried that if something happened, he wouldn't make it in time, and would lose him once more.

Worried that to Ying Huai, he was........ still someone who could be cast aside at any moment.

The panic in his heart drove Liang Shining to unconsciously want to keep the person at home, in the place he considered safest.

"I didn't think of it, that's not what I meant......."

Liang Shining's expression revealed undisguised helplessness and panic: "I......."

Yu Wu suddenly cut him off: "I just said, Xiao Huai-laoshi is especially sensitive to this kind of behavior. He should have realized something was off long ago."

"But why did it take Xiao Huai-laoshi half a month before bringing this up?"

Liang Shining's words faltered.

He seemed to realize something, and somewhat blankly raised his head.

Yu Wu glanced at the IV drip beside him that was almost finished, and stood up to clamp it shut.

Song Si Lan had said something earlier that was very right.

Yu Wu thought idly.

—Ying Huai's love and indulgence toward Liang Shining was far more than any of them had imagined.

"When Xiao Huai-laoshi wakes up, Liang-laoshi should have a proper talk with him."

Yu Wu stretched lazily and said slowly: "Xiao Huai-laoshi is still...... pretty easy to talk to."

—Much easier to talk to than his own.

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But Liang Shining didn't get to wait for Ying Huai to wake up first. Instead, he first got a furious Ying-fu.

During their earlier cold war, Ying-fu had been kept in the dark by Ying Qi and hadn't noticed too many abnormalities.

It wasn't until Ying Huai had his accident, and Ying-fu hurried over and began investigating personally, that he finally discovered what was going on between the two.

Ying-fu had been so angry at the time that he wanted to drive Liang Shining out directly, but the moment Liang Shining stood up from the bedside, the person lying in bed immediately started breathing rapidly, clutching his chest and beginning to sway unsteadily.

Ying-fu had no choice but to temporarily give up.

But this time, he absolutely wouldn't soften again.

The moment he came through the door, without thinking twice, he raised his Cane and swung at Liang Shining: "You bastard, what did you do to Ying Huai—"

Liang Shining hurriedly stepped back, somewhat nervously saying: "Ying-bofu, I........"

But Ying-fu didn't want to hear his explanation at all.

"Don't try to argue with me anymore. From now on, stay away from Xiao Huai—"

Since Ying Huai's last accident, Ying-fu had specifically sent people to secretly protect him.

So whenever something happened here, Ying-fu knew immediately.

Strictly speaking, Ying Huai's fainting wasn't caused by Liang Shining.

But Ying-fu had just heard that his younger son had argued with Liang Shining, and the next moment received news that Ying Huai had fainted again.

He immediately attributed the whole cause and effect of this matter to Liang Shining.

Ying-fu's voice was full of anger: "I didn't interfere with you and Xiao Huai's affairs because I felt bad for Xiao Huai, not so you could bully him like this........."

Liang Shining's eyes flickered.

He watched Ying-fu swing the Cane again. His step, which had been about to retreat, paused, and he stood still without moving.

The next second, he suddenly heard an urgent voice from behind.

"Father!"

Ying Huai had woken up at some unknown point, standing pale-faced at the foot of the stairs, his figure swaying unsteadily.

He couldn't see clearly, only a blurry outline. But hearing the familiar anger in Ying-fu's voice, he immediately grabbed something beside him and tried to move forward.

Ying-fu's Cane couldn't pull back in time and fell straight down.

Hearing the familiar whistle of air, Ying Huai's face instantly changed.

He couldn't bother with anything else, stumbled forward, groped his way up and directly stepped in front of Liang Shining.

Both Ying-fu and Liang Shining's faces changed at the same time.