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Hong Xinran did not expect Song Pearl to be so accurate. Six months later, Hong's Hospital created another medical miracle as Qing Wenyu was discharged after recovery, while that mentally troubled Ani had already been discharged and returned home after undergoing a brain repair surgery.
The Qing Family made a grand effort to pick up Qing Wenyu from Hong's Hospital, and the Qing Group granted a holiday for three days to celebrate, even giving each employee an extra month's salary.
With his body fully recovered, Qing Wenyu was taken away amidst the sound of firecrackers and a sea of flowers, while the devoted Song Pearl, who had tirelessly cared for him, became the one forgotten by others.
The two attendants arranged by Qing Yuansheng received commendations, while she, the legitimate Daughter-in-law, only received a nod from Qing Yuansheng.
Regarding this, Song Pearl did not feel too sad; for her, the most important thing was that Qing Wenyu could come back to life. As the crowd dispersed, Hong Xinran invited Song Pearl to her home.
"Pearl, I really don't know what to say. If Wan Jiang's recovery was a fluke, then Qing Wenyu's recovery is a miracle. Now, Hong's Hospital has become a legend in the medical community. Only I know how it really is; with the current level of medical technology, they shouldn't have been able to recover. Do you have some special ability?"
Hong Xinran looked intently at Song Pearl. "You are not like ordinary people, right?"
"No."
Because of Qing Wenyu's recovery, Song Pearl was in a good mood, and a long-lost smile filled her cheeks.
"Are you really this lacking in confidence?" she asked. "Or did you hear something?"
Hong Xinran shook her head with a smile. "No, I genuinely lack confidence. In Qing Wenyu's case, we didn't even identify the illness; we only took a gamble under your strong insistence for further treatment. Who would have thought it actually succeeded! How can I not doubt it? Maybe it's just good feng shui at our hospital!"
"Then just think of it as good feng shui at your hospital!" Song Pearl teased. "I'm just a family member of a patient; all I can do is wait until I return to give your hospital a plaque for bringing him back to life as thanks. As for your medical theories, don’t try to get ideas from me!"
After Song Pearl finished speaking, both of them laughed.
"Pearl, you're about to go back soon; I want to remind you of something," Hong Xinran said seriously. "Logically speaking, this isn't something I should be saying as a doctor, but I have this strange feeling. Qing Wenyu's condition doesn't seem like he encountered a medical miracle; it feels more like he experienced time travel!"
When Hong Xinran said this, her dark eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Time travel?" Song Pearl burst out laughing. "Xinran, have you watched too many time travel shows? How could Qing Wenyu have encountered time travel? That's impossible!"
"Zhen Zhu. You can't not believe me!" Hong Xinran lowered her voice, her expression serious. "Really, when he woke up, I noticed his gaze. The way he looked at everything around him was filled with novelty and strangeness. And he didn't recognize you either, so I suspect he is not the original Qing Wenyu anymore!"
"But later, he recognized me! He called my name and even recognized you." Song Pearl's hand tightened around a glass of juice. Unconsciously, her teeth had already chewed through the straw.
"There is a type of reincarnation that comes with memories; he might have merged with Qing Wenyu's memories!" Hong Xinran glanced around mysteriously. This was her home, her own room, but the topic they were discussing made her feel somewhat eerie.
"Why do you have such wild ideas?" Song Pearl laughed. "Even if he is a reincarnator, so what? The key point is that he has recovered, he knows his name, remembers his home, and finally recovered—his parents are very happy about it, and that's enough."
"Are you happy?" Hong Xinran asked.
"Of course I'm happy!" Song Pearl's smile did not fade. "My husband came back to life; I'm happier than anyone else."
"But," Hong Xinran's eyes held a hint of pity, "you didn't go with him... When Song Zhenbao and your in-laws came to pick him up, the way he looked at her was filled with attachment and affection. Even I, an outsider, noticed it! That Song Zhenbao had been silent for half a year; I thought she had disappeared. Now she actually comes to pick up Qing Wenyu as family!"
"Shouldn't I be unhappy then?"
"Shouldn't you be unhappy? Although I didn't like the previous Qing Wenyu, I like this one even less." Hong Xinran slumped over the table. "At least the previous one cared about you and did so much for you; this one gives me an ominous feeling..."
"What’s past and present? They are all the same person!" Song Pearl interrupted her, playfully blinking her eyes. "Are you worried he won't pay back his debts?"
"The debts are wiped clean!" Hong Xinran propped herself up and waved her hand grandly. "When my dad just started his business, your dad helped him. Even if Qing Wenyu didn't borrow money from me, he would still help your dad through tough times. Besides, our hospital's reputation is so prominent now; the publicity you've brought in is worth more than any amount of money! What I'm worried about is that he will abandon you!"
"Not having to pay back money is wonderful!" Song Pearl joyfully jumped up and sat on the table as if she hadn't heard the latter part of the sentence. "Tomorrow I'm going back; to thank you for your generosity, I'll treat you!"
Hong Xinran was left speechless by her carefree attitude and chose not to discuss these matters further. However, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Song Pearl had low emotional intelligence and would inevitably suffer after returning.
For the past six months, she had silently accompanied Qing Wenyu in his hospital room. After his recovery, he treated her as if she were invisible, yet she remained happy.
She was right; all she wanted was for him to wake up. It didn't matter if he didn't remember her. What kind of feeling was this?
Secondly, Hong Xinran watched Song Pearl's graceful figure leaving and felt a lingering sense of unease, hoping that Pearl could find happiness. Thinking this, she couldn't help but smile; she should help her out a bit and give Qing Wenyu a call.
“Qing Wenyu, Song Pearl is back home. She has taken care of you tirelessly for the past six months; you can't be unfaithful!” As soon as the call connected, Hong Xinran blurted out.
After a moment of silence on the other end, he simply replied “Okay” before hanging up.
It really felt distant!
Hong Xinran muttered to herself.
The moment Song Pearl stepped through the door, she felt neither excitement nor disappointment; she hadn't expected Qing Wenyu to be home.
Based on Tian Yue's reaction yesterday, she thought he would be staying at his hometown being well taken care of by his mother.
“You're back,” Qing Wenyu said, getting up to take her luggage as if he had never been ill.
“I'm back,” Song Pearl smiled, allowing him to take her luggage and set it down.
There was no joy of reunion, no warmth of companionship; the atmosphere was awkward and unfamiliar.
“Mom came over to cook. I didn't agree because I feel like I've recovered enough,” Qing Wenyu stood tall, his gaze deep. “I know I was sick. Although I haven't spoken much in the past six months, I am aware of what you've done for me.”
“You know!” Song Pearl continued to smile. “That's good; I was afraid my feelings would go unreciprocated.”
“However, what I want to tell you is that although you saved my life with your blood, I no longer have love for you,” Qing Wenyu said as he stood in front of Song Pearl, looking down at her.
Song Pearl did not look up; she could feel Qing Wenyu's presence above her—strange and cold.
Qing Wenyu was hurt because of her, and she had always been unaware of how to help him heal. All that echoed in her mind were the words of the demon: marrying him would resolve his calamity.
While accompanying Qing Wenyu in the hospital room, her hand once again grasped Amber's, searching for any lost connection. When she saw the blood flowing from Amber, an idea suddenly struck her: she could try to let her own blood enter his body. The blood that flowed was not real, just an illusion in her eyes, but it truly helped her.
The frozen barrier could not stop this recovering spirit. As the blood merged into his body, she noticed his changes. However, Song Pearl was too thin; she could only give him a tiny bit of blood at a time while conserving her strength to prevent outsiders from noticing his transformation.
When she saw that he had nearly recovered, she requested Hong Xinran to find another way to treat him. Yet, Qing Wenyu kept his distance from her, treating her like a stranger.
"Without love, let's get a divorce," Song Pearl said, raising her eyes to look at him. "A forced relationship is never sweet. Although we haven't broken up yet, it's because of the responsibility you believe you have. Now that you have this intention, is it because of Song Zhenbao or because you know I am a spirit?"
She was straightforward since she already sensed something.
"I cannot live with a spirit," Qing Wenyu replied, his gaze fixed. "At that time, I was indeed unconscious and had a long dream after that—dreaming that I had died once. Moreover, Song Zhenbao is my true love; you are the one who intervened... No, you are not alone! It’s just..." Qing Wenyu's voice turned cold. "I can accept that there’s something wrong with your mind and that there are no feelings between us, but the premise is that you must be a real person!"
"Do you think becoming skin and bones is my responsibility?" Song Pearl's smile froze, her voice icy.
"Isn't it?" Qing Wenyu replied heavily. "I believe what I see; seeing is believing. Although I cannot hear, I know what has happened."
"You think everything is under my control? You have died once and even lived a second life?" Song Pearl clenched her fingers. She knew she couldn't blame the person before her; he was merely confused. The Cat Demon had clearly anticipated that Qing Wenyu might be revived by her and had left a backup plan.
"Isn't it?" Qing Wenyu's expression was ambiguous. "No one believes in such things; even if someone does, I wouldn't either. After all, we were once married; let’s part on good terms!" (To be continued...)
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