Chapter 163: Love Is Discipline, Violence Made Of Tears
Shen.
Is that Shen Lichuan?
Liancheng turned her head to look and listen. The nurse pulled the curtain, lifted the quilt to check her lower body, and the doctor asked from behind the curtain, “Do you still feel pain in your lower abdomen? Aching, or a dragging pain?”
Liancheng weakly clenched the bedsheet, “Aching.”
The nurse finished her examination, pulled back the curtain, and reported to the doctor, “The bleeding amount is normal.”
The doctor nodded and comforted Liancheng, “Post-operative mild aching is normal uterine contraction. The bleeding is normal, and the ultrasound imaging is also normal. The pain will gradually disappear over time. If there are no complications, you will be discharged from the hospital soon.”
Only the bright light and shadows from the corridor remained at the crack of the door; there was no sign of Liang Chaosu or Xiao Da.
Liancheng retracted her gaze and asked the doctor, “I feel weak in my limbs now, how long will it take to recover?”
The doctor replied, “The dose of tranquilizer injected for you is not large, so it should be gone in about two to three hours. You are mainly too weak. The side effects of the progesterone injections used previously were too severe and have caused significant damage to your body.”
Liancheng observed the doorway again. It was empty and silent, with no shadows on the floor.
After the doctor left, she called out to the nurse, “Can I borrow your mobile phone?”
The nurse refused, “Sorry, our hospital has a rule that our mobile phones are kept at the nurse’s station during working hours.”
Liancheng didn’t understand the medical industry abroad, but in China, Bai Ying said their medical staff kept their phones on them 24/7, never turning them off.
You could go to the toilet without bringing toilet paper, but you couldn’t go without your phone.
The medication made her feel weak, and she was still defensive. Liancheng closed her eyes.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor, slow and heavy. The door the doctor had closed slowly opened.
Liancheng said nothing.
The nurse stood by the bedside hesitantly. First, gangs had booked entire floors, and then wealthy individuals from Huaxia directly requested a team of doctors and nurses to be exclusively responsible for her.
Fearing to offend her, the nurse stammered, “Post-operative patients need plenty of rest and should avoid exertion as much as possible. If there are any important matters, you can ask your husband to handle them for you first.”
Liancheng suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze passing over the nurse to the doorway. “I don’t have a husband; I only have a devil who violently possesses, imprisons, and persecutes me.”
The nurse was astonished and reflexively turned to look at the doorway.
Under the lighting, a man stood by the door handle, wearing a mask, his posture erect and his demeanor noble.
The nurse had seen his lung X-rays: high-density shadows in both lungs with indistinct borders, indicative of severe pneumonia, along with symptoms of coughing blood and fainting.
From a pathological standpoint, he was more in need of hospitalization and bed rest than the female patient in the bed.
He refused. After clarifying that bacterial pneumonia was not contagious, he put on a mask and stayed by the female patient’s side the entire time.
As medical staff, they did not advocate for such disregard for one’s own health, but his concern and urgency for the female patient were evident from beginning to end.
It had nothing to do with violence or persecution.
Liang Chaosu did not make things difficult for the nurse. After asking her to leave, he sat by the bedside. “Who do you want to contact?”
Liancheng turned her head away, letting out a cold sneer.
Liang Chaosu gazed at her, his eyes falling on her ear, visible between her dark hair, a porcelain white that was jarring to behold. “Is it Shen Lichuan? Bai Ying? Or that snakehead named Old Ghost?”
Liancheng felt extreme hatred.
She desperately wanted to know about Old Ghost, but Liang Chaosu’s silence just now was the answer.
If he didn’t want to say something, or if it was taboo, no one could get it out of him.
But it didn’t matter.
There was still Shen Lichuan. He might not be able to save her, but he definitely couldn’t save Old Ghost.
“Do you think you’ve won?” She stared at the bed railing, where plastic encased steel pipes like bars.
“I’ve struggled for four years and can’t escape your grasp. No matter how much I hate you, to the point of madness, it’s no match for a shot of paralyzing medication, no match for you cutting off all opportunities to contact the outside world. I can only lie here, at your mercy.”
Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact, devoid of hysteria or deep hatred. Her small body was sunken into the white quilt, utterly exhausted and frail.
Liang Chaosu felt an indescribable pain in his chest and lungs, like an electric shock, like burning fire, like every method that causes bone-chilling pain. His pneumonia was not this bad; he knew this was another kind of terminal illness.
“I didn’t—”
He suddenly gasped in horror, stood up, and turned Liancheng’s face. Her teeth were tightly clenched, her jaw rigid and hard as iron. Yet, blood continuously overflowed from the corner of her mouth. The pillow on that side already had a palm-sized patch of bright red blood.
Liang Chaosu gripped her jawbone, using all his strength. Even though she was in pain, she wouldn’t open her mouth, her scarlet eyes staring at him without blinking.
Liang Chaosu’s heart was filled with terror. He almost knelt on the bed, his hands working to pry open her lips and teeth.
Liancheng bit down with all her might.
The excruciating, bone-piercing pain of her tongue tearing made her vision blur. She faintly heard the call bell by the head of the bed ringing, and fingers entered her mouth.
She had used up the little strength she had left. Her lips and teeth were forced open, and the thick, fishy liquid was poured into her throat in large gulps. Blood foam choked her nasal cavity, and darkness enveloped her from all sides…
Hospital operating rooms are usually self-contained units, located on a separate floor, and not mixed with inpatient wards.
Medical staff hurried, escorting a stretcher into the operating department on the third floor. Liang Chaosu was blocked by a door in the corridor, while Xiao Da fully supported him, propping up his body.
“She never thought of suicide—”
Liang Chaosu was utterly distraught, no longer showing his usual cold self-control. His shirt was disheveled, his sleeves and chest stained with large patches of wet blood, contrasting with his ashen face.
Xiao Da was also extremely shocked. After a few seconds, he found his voice and tried to comfort him, “Miss Liancheng has just lost her child and cannot accept it. When she wakes up, please explain everything to her. She will understand everything you’ve done for her over the years and will gradually move past this.”
These were Su Chenghuai’s private words. Although he didn’t entirely agree, he could use them to comfort him now.
Liang Chaosu stared at the surgical light on the closed door, the dazzling red light blurring and transforming into a vibrant blood that surged and engulfed him.
It submerged his hands, his chest…
It swelled into a heavy and suffocating marsh.
“My efforts…” He stood there stiffly, his words a pure murmur, “She knows, it’s all under her supervision…”
Liang Chaosu had never shown such weak words, and Su Chenghuai hadn’t expressed any sentiment. Xiao Da remained silent.
In mathematics, there is a term called summation, and another called unsolvable.
To this day, concerning these two people, Su Chenghuai believed they could be summed up, but he felt it was unsolvable.
Su Chenghuai privately highly praised Liang Chaosu and debated with him.
“Love is always possessive. Suffocating hugs, breathless kisses, inextricably tangled. Love should be bloody, with the other person embedded in your heart to be beautiful.”
“Miss Liancheng will come to terms with it being him, or not come to terms with it still being him. Furthermore, no matter how resilient Miss Liancheng is, and even if her original intentions don’t change, this kind of love that rejects the world for her alone, this unprecedented and grand possessive love, no one else can give it. Who can contend with love that is treated as worship of faith? Can you? She will eventually understand.”
Xiao Da was almost persuaded.
But today, with Liancheng biting her tongue to end her life, he became uncertain again.
Many things, however they appear to outsiders, are illusory. Only personal experience is real.
There’s a saying that for her, love is discipline, violence made of tears.
Xiao Da felt that even if Liancheng accepted Liang Chaosu’s love, it would be this kind of feeling.
Moreover, Liancheng didn’t even accept his love yet.
