After a week in the ICU, Sheng Sibai woke up and was transferred from the intensive care unit to a general ward.
His mental state was getting better day by day. It seemed that everyone was happy, except for himself.
People seem to have inexplicable premonitions before death. Sheng Sibai felt that his situation was more like a last rally. Maybe his life had really come to an end, so he suddenly felt very relaxed.
However, there were still many things weighing on his mind. He avoided Sheng Qingran and Sheng Yan and invited Feng Qing alone. After chatting with her for a while, he gave Feng Qing a letter.
"There are some things I can't say to them. I can only ask for your help with this matter."
Feng Qing looked at the envelope in her hand and then at Sheng Sibai. Although she had some guesses in her heart, she still hoped that Sheng Sibai would deny them.
But Sheng Sibai just smiled, looking extremely relaxed. "After I die, I hope you can help me deliver this letter to Jiao Jiao. I know it's selfish, but if I had a chance, I would rather not die. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life and all I have to make it up to Jiao Jiao."
"But that seems a bit too much to ask for. So as long as you can forward this letter to Jiao Jiao, it's enough."
Feng Qing never thought that his illness would be fatal. After attending her wedding, Jian Jiao Jiao didn't return to the US immediately. She did nothing all day long and it was unclear what she was waiting for.
It was only now that she suddenly realized that maybe Jian Jiao Jiao also had a bad premonition in her heart. If something really happened to Sheng Sibai, at least she was still in Luocheng and wouldn't miss his last moment.
"Jiao Jiao didn't leave. She's still in Luocheng. Maybe she's waiting for you." So this letter might be more appropriately delivered by you yourself.
Feng Qing didn't finish her sentence, but Sheng Sibai remained unmoved.
He shook his head and insisted on asking Feng Qing to do as he had said.
Feng Qing didn't refuse anymore. Before leaving, out of the thought of them being a family, she still asked him, "Do Sheng Yan and the others know about this?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure."
After Feng Qing left, Sheng Sibai's smile gradually faded. He slowly lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
If he still had time, if it wasn't too late. Maybe he could still have a different ending with Jiao Jiao.
It was a pity that there were no ifs.
Sheng Sibai's condition deteriorated again when Sheng Yan came to visit him. They all thought his condition was improving. Sheng Yan was even peeling an orange for him stupidly.
They were chatting and laughing, recalling their childhood days. But before Sheng Yan could hand the orange to Sheng Sibai, Sheng Sibai suddenly had a spasm.
His head suddenly tilted to one side, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. He originally wanted to comfort Sheng Yan that he was okay, but before he could say anything, blood kept surging from his throat. He didn't have time to say much, and the hospital bed was soon covered with the blooming "flowers" stained by blood.
Sheng Yan quickly pressed the nurse call button and tried to help Sheng Sibai up. Leaning on Sheng Yan's hand, Sheng Sibai managed to sit up. His whole face and hospital gown were almost completely stained.
In Sheng Yan's anxious and worried face, Sheng Sibai even managed to smile.
"You know? I've always been very glad to have you as my younger brother..." He struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand while tightly holding onto Sheng Yan with the other. Like someone making their last will, he seized the last bit of time and kept talking.
"I've been worthy of coming into this world in this life as your older brother... But I still wasn't a good enough older brother. I failed to protect you well and made you suffer a lot. You won't blame me, will you?"
Sheng Sibai was still smiling, but Sheng Yan was about to cry. His eyes were red and he kept shaking his head, telling Sheng Sibai not to say anymore and wait for the doctor.
Instead, Sheng Sibai comforted him, "I know my own condition clearly. It's probably time. I haven't done many good deeds in my life. In the end, it seems I won't have a chance to protect the people I want to protect."
"Xiao Yan, this time, please. After I die, please take good care of Jiao Jiao for me. She has no family and only Feng Qing as a friend. I hope you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you'll treat her as family."
Sheng Yan nodded. Tears dripped onto the hand that Sheng Sibai was holding. Sheng Sibai smiled and raised his hand, trying to wipe the tears from his face.
However, before his hand could even reach halfway, another large pool of blood gushed out from his throat, splashing on his face and clothes, and even Sheng Yan's face was not spared.
Sheng Yan watched helplessly as his hand dropped. After chuckling twice, he even closed his eyes.
"Brother!"
The medical instruments emitted a shrill alarm. The doctors rushed into the ward and someone pulled Sheng Yan out. Covered in blood, Sheng Yan was dazedly pulled out of the ward and slumped directly in front of the ward door.
Looking at the blood of his older brother on his hand, his fingers were trembling.
Why? Clearly his older brother was so close to him, but he still felt that he couldn't hold onto him?
Was his older brother also going to leave him?
He had lost his mother since childhood. In those years when his father didn't care about them, his older brother, who was five years older, had always protected him. He had a complete childhood. Even without the company of his parents, he never thought of his childhood as a nightmare.
But now, the older brother who had dispelled his nightmares seemed to be leaving him.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He felt that his body temperature was as low as the ground. The cold and bone - chilling temperature constantly stimulated his senses, allowing him to maintain a last bit of sanity. When the ward door opened, he climbed up from the ground.
He looked at the doctor hopefully, but the doctor avoided his gaze and shook his head regretfully. "I'm very sorry. The patient's rescue was ineffective. His heart completely stopped at 16:29:29. Please accept my condolences."
Sheng Yan felt as if his bones had been shattered instantly. He staggered a few steps and slumped to the ground. All he could think about was the doctor's words "Please accept my condolences".
- "Please accept my condolences."
- "Please accept my condolences."
- "Please accept my condolences."
The person who had been chatting and laughing with him just twenty minutes ago was now told to have stopped breathing.
Sheng Yan had never been prepared for this. Maybe he was just afraid of such a situation. From the very beginning, he only believed that his older brother had recovered and that all problems were gone.
The older brother he had seen had always been a healthy and intact one.
Not the one who was chatting with him one second and stopped breathing the next.
The wind in the early winter still chilled people's hearts.
Twenty - nine minutes and twenty - nine seconds.
At the age of twenty - nine, Sheng Sibai stopped forever on this day.
Sheng Yan handled Sheng Sibai's funeral alone. Jian Jiao Jiao attended as the widow and kept vigil in front of Sheng Sibai's spiritual tablet for three days and three nights.