Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Two people accompanied the elderly gentleman, his assistant and his doctor. After all, given his advanced age, the assistant and doctor had to stick by his side constantly.

The returning car didn’t have enough seats, so Wen Zhi had no choice but to sit in another car.

Before getting into the car, the elderly gentleman repeatedly reminded Wen Zhi, "Go treat the wound on your hand."

Wen Zhi verbally agreed, but as soon as the elderly gentleman’s car drove away, she immediately got into another car.

"Follow that car ahead, all the way."

The wound wasn’t severe enough to necessitate medical attention, so she ignored it.

After nearly half an hour, when the car in front abruptly stopped, Wen Zhi had a bad feeling and immediately told the driver, "Stop the car."

As the car came to a steady halt, Wen Zhi pushed open the door and hurried toward the car in front.

"What’s going on?" Wen Zhi knocked on the window.

There was no response from inside the car.

Wen Zhi, anxious, directly pulled on the door handle.

The door was locked; she pulled a few times loudly until the driver in front realized someone was outside and unlocked the door.

Wen Zhi managed to pull the door open.

Upon opening the door, Wen Zhi saw the elderly gentleman lying back with a pale, purple face and breathing rapidly. His wrinkled hand was clenched tightly around the doctor’s hand, trying to say something; the situation was extremely critical.

The assistant was embracing the elderly gentleman and couldn’t free his hands, so the doctor had to open the medical box with one hand while frantically searching inside.

Operating with one hand was inefficient, and he couldn’t find what he needed.

Seeing this, Wen Zhi leaned in and asked calmly, "What are you looking for? I’ll do it."

The doctor mentioned the name of an oral medication, which Wen Zhi noted and immediately began searching for.

In such situations, she was calm and composed, her movements organized; she quickly found the oral medication the doctor mentioned.

"Is it this one?" Wen Zhi handed it over.

The doctor looked at Wen Zhi, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then said, "The opening tool is in the top compartment of the medical box."

Wen Zhi nodded, quickly found the tool to open the oral medication, opened it, and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor took it and said, "Help me pry his hand open."

Wen Zhi looked down at the doctor’s arm, which had swollen to a purple-red due to being tightly clenched by the elderly man.

"Lift your hand a bit," Wen Zhi said.

The doctor complied, and Wen Zhi grasped the elderly man’s hand and quickly pried it open with a skillful motion.

But the next second, the elderly man grabbed Wen Zhi’s wrist, causing the doctor’s expression to change slightly, "Hurry and pry it open, it hurts."

Wen Zhi shook her head, "It’s okay, you quickly administer the medication."

Enduring the pain coming from her bones, she watched as the doctor slowly fed the elderly man the bottle of oral medication that was crucial for his recovery.

The doctor, having strong mental fortitude, didn’t tremble; he fed the entire bottle of oral medication to the elderly gentleman without spilling a drop.

What followed was a long wait.

The elderly man’s condition did not stabilize immediately; the oral medication was specifically for his condition, but nothing was absolute, especially given his age.

At that moment, everyone in the car dared not breathe heavily.

Wen Zhi was so nervous that she ignored the pain in her arm.

As time ticked by, the elderly gentleman’s rapid breathing gradually steadied, and his complexion began to improve.

The doctor listened to the elderly man’s heartbeat, and after finishing, his expression, previously tense, relaxed significantly.

"He has stabilized for now; let’s wait a few more minutes, and he should regain consciousness," the doctor said.

Wen Zhi exhaled deeply, relieved.

After calming her emotions, she then asked, "Did his condition emerge suddenly?"

The doctor explained, "Today’s incident was indeed sudden. He has been in good condition generally. Before departing from the airport, I checked his blood pressure, and it was stable. It only surged suddenly after he made that phone call."

Wen Zhi asked, "Who did he speak with?"

The doctor replied, "Tajiguli."

Wen Zhi closed her eyes and sighed.

Then, the assistant beside her timidly inquired, "Miss Wen, your hand..."

With this comment, the doctor immediately looked at Wen Zhi’s hand, "Miss Wen, your hand is congested and bleeding; quick, pry the elderly man’s hand open."

If not for the assistant’s reminder, Wen Zhi would have ignored that her hand was still being clutched; no wonder she felt so uncomfortable, her arm felt numb as if it were not part of her.

She looked at her own hand, trying to pry it open slowly.

But she couldn’t seem to muster the skill when it came to her own body, no matter how she tried to pry, it was useless.

She gave up: "Holding it for a while won’t do any harm; once the grandfather regains consciousness, he’ll let go."

"But your hand..." the doctor hesitated, the wound that had already scabbed was bleeding again.

Wen Zhi simply wiped it with her sleeve, "It’s nothing."

The doctor turned away and exchanged a glance with the assistant, but in the end, neither of them spoke.

A few minutes later, the old gentleman slowly regained consciousness. Wen Zhi was very concerned, but fearing that the old gentleman would be annoyed by hearing her voice, she remained silent and shifted away slightly.

Yet, her arm was still being held tightly by the old man and he hadn’t let go.

The doctor asked the old gentleman if he felt unwell anywhere.

After a moment, the old gentleman gestured for the assistant to help him sit up.

Once he was seated securely, the old gentleman finally noticed Wen Zhi’s presence. Wen Zhi immediately lowered her head, but the old man did not explode in anger as everyone had anticipated. He simply asked, "Why are you here?"

Wen Zhi, hearing the old gentleman’s calm tone, looked up at him.

At that moment, the old gentleman’s breathing was still somewhat labored, and though his complexion had improved a lot, it was still notably different from usual.

The journey here had been particularly draining, especially under such a state of high concern, even iron men couldn’t stand such distress.

Seeing Wen Zhi silent, the old man said, "I’m fine now, no need to worry about me. Let’s keep moving."

After speaking, he waved his hand at Wen Zhi.

Initially unnoticed, as he gestured, he realized he was holding someone’s hand. The old man looked down, and what he saw was startling.

"Your hand?" the old man quickly let go.

The nearly numb hand was finally freed, Wen Zhi immediately retracted it and hid it behind her back, saying naturally, "Great-grandfather, you’re already feeling better, so I’ll go back to the car at the back."

She turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the old gentleman called out to her, "Wait!"

Wen Zhi turned around, and now the old gentleman also saw the blood stains on Wen Zhi’s sleeve. The old gentleman, shaking, pointed and asked, "Didn’t you go to the hospital to have your hand treated?"

"The injury was trivial, so I didn’t go," she explained.

"Nonsense!"

The old gentleman was visibly upset.

Wen Zhi, worried about the old gentleman’s health, quickly said, "Don’t be angry, you really shouldn’t get upset now, I’m leaving right away."

The old man said, "I’m not asking you to leave, but you need to take care of your body, and that hand of yours, did I hurt it by holding it too tightly?"

Wen Zhi immediately shook her head, "No."

The old man turned to the doctor, "You tell me."

The doctor, in front of the old man, would not hide anything and told him everything that had happened just now.

Wen Zhi’s attempts to intervene were futile.

After the old man listened, he looked at Wen Zhi again, his face showing a trace of guilt: "Does your hand still hurt?"

Wen Zhi shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt. I’m quite tough, it will be fine in a bit."

The old man didn’t know what to say for a moment. His complex expression made it hard to discern what he was feeling inside.

Finally, the old man forcibly sent the assistant back to the other car and kept Wen Zhi in this car. Wen Zhi initially declined, but the old man’s dismissive attitude made her stay.

During the trip, the doctor treated the wound on Wen Zhi’s arm.

"Miss Wen, bear with me, I’ll disinfect the wound first," said the doctor.

Wen Zhi clenched her teeth and nodded.

All the while, the old man watched. Wen Zhi did not utter a sound, clearly in severe pain.

After the treatment, the old man slowly spoke, "You’re quite a tough girl, just like Hexing."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi was slightly startled; she turned to look at the old man.

The old man’s face was embarrassed, and he turned away without speaking.

It was a one-and-a-half-hour drive to the Red Mansion, but this time it extended by half an hour, because of the emergency that occurred on the way.

Upon arrival, Wen Zhi got out of the car with him but didn’t follow inside. She stood there, waiting for the old man to enter first before following.

The old man, helped by others, walked a few meters before he noticed Wen Zhi hadn’t followed. He looked back, saw Wen Zhi standing there looking dazed, and immediately shouted, "What are you doing standing there?"

Wen Zhi, thinking she might be obstructing the old man’s view even by standing there, quickly turned and walked in another direction.

Seeing this, the old man, both anxious and angry, raised his voice and asked, "Where are you going now?"

Wen Zhi turned back, "I..."

The old man gestured, "Come here, come in with me."

Hearing this, Wen Zhi looked slightly dazed, until the old man called out a second time. Only then did she belatedly make her way over.

As she drew near, the old man had a stern face but spoke gently, "Come in with me, don’t wander off. I don’t have the energy to look for you now."

Wen Zhi, not quite understanding, nodded.