Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 548: Live, He Juan
Jia Molei sat by He Juan’s bedside, his thoughts wandering as he observed the sleeping man.
Perhaps sensing the heated gaze on him, He Juan’s brows twitched and his eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing silver orbs that gradually focused on Jia Molei’s figure who was shrouded in darkness. Then he managed a faint, haggard smile and murmured, "Doctor Jia..."
What the hell are you smiling at?! Jia Molei fumed internally, though he still moved to pick up a cup of water from the nightstand and push the straw into He Juan’s mouth, allowing the man to take a few sips to moisten his parched throat. "It’s only been three hours," he grumbled. "You should have slept longer."
"It’s okay," He Juan released a light exhale and closed his eyes. "Three hours is already good."
Those words further consolidated Jia Molei’s suspicion that one of the main reasons behind He Juan’s deteriorating condition was his lack of sleep. Only God knew how he managed to elude Chen Youzhi’s watchful eyes when the man had taken on the role of guardian every single night. Jia Molei surmised that it must be this bastard’s acting skills that was comparable to A-rate actors.
Unfortunately for him, Jia Molei wouldn’t be fooled any longer.
Not that He Juan would have another chance to, given what he was about to do. When Jia Molei recalled his plans, his hand couldn’t help but tremble but He Juan failed to notice it because his eyes were still closed.
Clenching his jaws, Jia Molei placed the cup back on the nightstand and slipped his hand into his pocket, silently reaching for the syringe he had prepared beforehand. Before he could take it out, however, He Juan spoke once more, causing him to freeze.
"I’m tired," he murmured. "I’m really, really tired. Can you allow me to rest, Doctor Jia?"
Jia Molei stared at the moisture clinging to He Juan’s lashes. He knew very well what the man meant by ’rest’ and in that instant, a taut string inside his mind snapped. With a growl on the base of his throat, he seized He Juan by the collar and shouted, "Fuck you, He Juan! Fuck you and all of your ancestors! How dare you ask something like that right in front of my face—!"
If He Juan felt the slightest hint of surprise by the outburst, he did not show it on his face. The heartbeat monitor remained monotone too, faithfully recording the steady yet sluggish pulse of the depressed man. He merely gazed at Jia Molei with a pair of dull eyes – eyes which had lost their luster. Eyes whose lights had been fully extinguished.
Jia Molei’s throat constricted and tears stung on the back of his eyes. Why did he have the sudden urge to cry? Damn it, what a waste of tears on this heartless bastard!
Fists trembling, he glared daggers at He Juan and enunciated each word, "You will live. I will fucking see you live until a hundred, just like how you once told me!"
With a swift motion, Jia Molei retrieved the syringe from his pocket. He Juan only had the time to catch a flash of shimmering gold before the needle punctured his neck. Alas, how could He Juan not know what that drug was, when there was only one substance that fitted the description aptly?
In an instant, the heartbeat monitor let out a shrill alarm as He Juan emitted a guttural cry from his throat.
"No... no! I don’t want to forget— NO!!!"
He Juan’s violent reaction caught Jia Molei by surprise, almost throwing the doctor off his body. It was at this moment that the door slammed open, and Su Xieren exclaimed in shock, "Doctor Jia!"
Jia Molei, who was struggling to hold He Juan down, hollered back at him, "Come and help me!"
Veins flared up along He Juan’s neck as a line of crimson blood filled the tube of his IV drip. He bared his teeth like a mad beast caught in a thorny cage, his eyes bloodshot with tears. "I CAN’T FORGET! I DON’T WANT TO... PLEASE—!!"
Alas, no matter how hard he struggled, he could feel the drug entering his bloodstream and clouding his mind. His struggles gradually ebbed as his tense body collapsed onto the bed like a cut string, his chest heaving and silver eyes hollow. Even then, tears continued to trickle down from the corner of his eyes like a relentless downpour. "I have to remember... I must... I have to..." he murmured again and again, desperately trying to cling onto the fading consciousness.
Wiping away his own tears roughly, Jia Molei grabbed his face and shouted right in front of him, "Live, He Juan. You have to live! Forget everything that makes you sad. Forget everything about XIU! From now on, you are no one but He Juan!"
It’s okay if you come to despise me. Fuck, it’s okay even if you want to kill me in the future. For now, please... please just survive!
He Juan’s eyes were dazed as he absorbed those words, allowing them to penetrate his subconscious mind like a new command.
Forget everything that makes you sad.
Forget everything about XIU.
Live, He Juan. You have to live!
The words etched themselves into his mind as he sank into a deep slumber, and this time, it would be for a long, long time.
...
Jia Molei’s breaths came in ragged gasps as he stepped back and watched He Juan drift off to sleep. No longer was there any tense lines between his brows. If not for his pallid complexion, dark under-eye circles and sunken cheeks, he looked almost... peaceful.
"For fuck’s sake..." As the tension left his body, Jia Molei collapsed to the ground and buried his face into his hands, his shoulders trembling minutely. He did it... he had really done it!
"Are you alright, Doctor Jia?"
That voice of concern jolted Jia Molei out of his thoughts, and he recalled with horror that he was not alone in the room. He snapped his head to Su Xieren, his body tensed in vigilance and his eyes distrustful. How much had he seen? How much had he heard? Should he get rid of this person to erase any trace of witnesses that could potentially come back to bite them in the ass one day?
In response to the murderous intent emanating from Jia Molei’s body, Su Xieren raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. "I won’t breathe a word to anyone," he blurted out, and Jia Molei narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
A wry smile tugged on Su Xieren’s lips. "I believe that whatever you have done is... necessary for the patient."
Jia Molei still did not lower his guard. It would not be so easy to gain his trust with a mere empty promise. Yet there was just something in Su Xieren’s demeanor – perhaps it was his unwavering stare or his earnest expression – that radiated an inexplicable serenity, making it surprisingly easy to believe him.
With a huff, Jia Molei hoisted himself back up to his feet and glared at the physical therapist, "You’d better. I will keep my eyes on you."
