"No, it’s not like that! It’s not!" Rong Xingyu shouted anxiously.
He cried as he tried to explain to Rong Zhenqiao, saying, "Big brother, don’t blame Dr. Ding. It’s... It’s because..."
Rong Xingyu choked up, unable to finish the rest of his sentence for a long while.
He himself did not know, what exactly was it because of?
"I will definitely find a way to make Yuyu wake up," Ding Yixin promised Rong Zhenqiao and the others.
Rong Zhenqiao looked at the man who seemed to have rapidly wasted away in just a few days. Seeing the grief and determination in his eyes, he fell silent.
Although he had always harbored misgivings about Ding Yixin spiriting his younger brother away, at this moment, Rong Zhenqiao understood that the pain Ding Yixin was feeling would not be any less than his own.
Rong Zhenqiao nodded with difficulty and forced himself to turn and leave.
Even if there was only a sliver of hope, they would absolutely not give up.
In the time that followed, Rong Xingyu could only watch as Ding Yixin and Rong Zhenqiao and the others turned down all their work and traveled all over the world for the sake of his comatose self.
Rong Zhenqiao and Rong Zhenghao contacted the network of connections they had accumulated over many years.
Rong Zhijian sent emails to major laboratories, while Rong Zishan also asked around everywhere, no matter how faint or illusory the information was, he would travel thousands of miles to look for it.
More and more instruments were moved into the bedroom.
All kinds of top tier medical and scientific research teams were invited by Ding Yixin.
Yet they were all helpless in the face of Rong Xingyu’s "strange illness."
A professor whose hair and beard had turned completely white shook his head and said to Ding Yixin, "All of his physical indicators are extremely healthy; he has merely fallen into a deep sleep. We have truly never heard of your loved one’s condition before. I’m sorry, we are really powerless."
Ding Yixin did not even know how many times he had already heard similar words.
He endured the emotions in his heart and saw off one medical team after another.
When he stood up, Ding Yixin’s body actually swayed and he had to grab onto the nearby table to steady himself.
Compared to Rong Xingyu, whose complexion was rosy, Ding Yixin looked more like the one who was ill.
In the end, he even forbade anyone from coming in to visit Rong Xingyu, not even Rong Xingyu’s family was allowed.
Rong Zishan and the others were stopped outside the Ding residence by armed guards, so angry that they cursed Ding Yixin as a madman.
And Ding Yixin just sat beside Rong Xingyu, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the sleeping Rong Xingyu.
Within the space, Rong Xingyu clutched his chest. He felt as though his heart was being tightly gripped, twisting in pain.
He looked at Ding Yixin’s gaunt face and could not help raising his hand, wanting to touch him, but every time, his hand would pass straight through the image and drop heavily through the empty air.
"Give up..." Rong Xingyu murmured through tears.
Yet Ding Yixin seemed as if he had heard Rong Xingyu’s words. His gaze was calm, but the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.
He spoke softly to Rong Xingyu, whose eyes were tightly shut. "You want me to give up? Do you think that by doing this, you can leave my side?"
"Don’t even think about it." Ding Yixin looked at the boy lying on the bed, a chilling obsession in his eyes. "Yuyu, you can only be mine."
At that very moment, the scene before Rong Xingyu’s eyes suddenly shattered into countless points of light.
Whether it was Ding Yixin or the sleeping boy, all of them disappeared.
"No, no, don’t!"
Countless lights flew toward the distance, converging into a single point.
Rong Xingyu ran desperately toward that point of light.
There was only one thought in his mind.
He had to go back!
He had to go back!!
Nothing could separate him from Dr. Ding!!!
The light grew brighter and brighter, until Rong Xingyu had no choice but to raise his arm to shield his eyes.
Suddenly, it was like a drowning person being yanked back up to the surface.
The beeping of machines, crying, and someone’s excited voice, various noisy sounds all crowded into Rong Xingyu’s ears at once.
"Hey, hey, hey! He’s awake, he’s awake!!"
"He’s finally awake..."
Rong Xingyu’s eyelashes trembled violently a few times, then slowly opened.
After seeing the anxious face in front of him clearly, Rong Xingyu tugged up a comforting smile, his lips moving slightly.
"Mom..."
Sitting by the hospital bed was a plainly dressed middle aged woman.
Although she looked thin and somewhat haggard, with a sickly pallor, it was still evident that she must have been quite beautiful in her younger years.
Hearing Rong Xingyu’s hoarse voice, she responded with a sound, patting her own chest as tears could not help but slide down from the corners of her eyes.
"You’re finally awake," she wiped her tears and held Rong Xingyu’s hand. "You child, you scared Mom to death!"
Seeing his mother’s tears, Rong Xingyu could not help feeling distressed. He gently squeezed her hand in return and said, "I made you worry. I was...?"
Rong Xingyu looked around and could not help frowning.
He vaguely remembered that it seemed like he had been in a car accident?
"A car accident?" Mother Rong froze mid-motion as she wiped the corner of her eye, then immediately glared at Rong Xingyu with her slightly reddened eyes, lightly scolding him in dissatisfaction. "Why are you saying such unlucky things?"
Rong Xingyu: "?"
At this moment, the other people in the ward also gathered around.
Rong Xingyu looked at these familiar faces, weren’t they his mother’s many fellow patients?
The warm hearted uncles and aunties surrounded Rong Xingyu, each chiming in one after another.
"He finally woke up. You really scared your mom badly."