The bell rang, pulling Lin Wangye’s thoughts back to the present. His hand, still propping up his chin, had gone numb. The English teacher lightly tapped the desk twice, calling the roll.
“Lin Wangye, come here.”
Lin Wangye stood up as if in a daze, obediently following the teacher to the office, head down, preparing for a scolding.
“What happened? You weren’t paying attention at all in those last two classes.”
The English teacher sat behind the desk, her expression concerned. “I know your English is fine, and I’ve let your math slip a little before, but today you were completely out of it. You spaced out for two whole periods. The college entrance exams are coming up soon. You can’t afford to slack off.”
Lin Wangye rolled his throat, speaking softly, “Sorry, teacher. I won’t do it again.”
For well-behaved students who didn’t fall behind, teachers were usually more lenient.
It was normal for a senior student to be a bit distracted due to stress.
After the lecture, the teacher didn’t press him further, waving him off to go back to class.
Lin Wangye returned but then turned back to the teacher and said, “Teacher, I’d like to take a leave.”
“Hm?” The English teacher, who had been flipping through lesson plans, looked up. “Why?”
Lin Wangye bit his lip and chose to lie.
“I’m not feeling well, I have a headache, and I want to go to the hospital. The next class is history, I don’t need to attend.”
As the history teacher’s favorite, he was frequently praised to the point that other teachers were almost tired of hearing about it. The English teacher was aware of this and nodded in approval.
After getting the leave slip from the homeroom teacher, Lin Wangye immediately turned and headed toward the hospital.
Shi Yuan had just finished his IV drip for the day when he was surprised to see Lin Wangye push the door open. After checking the time on his phone, he looked up again and asked, “It’s not after school yet. Why are you here now?”
After learning about everything, Lin Wangye wasn’t sure if it was the cold wind in the hallway or the immense shock that triggered a certain numbness inside him, but he felt completely detached.
Shi Yuan seemed to be the dam holding back his emotions.
The moment Shi Yuan appeared, all the grievances Lin Wangye had built up burst out like a flood, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Shi Yuan immediately furrowed his brows and sat up: “Who’s bullying you?”
Lin Wangye had so much to say, but all of it would touch on painful topics for Shi Yuan. Any mention would tear open raw wounds.
He didn’t want to cry, and he didn’t know how to explain. All he could do was shake his head desperately beside the bed.
But to Shi Yuan, this only made him appear even more helpless. Seeing Lin Wangye saying nothing, with an increasingly heavy expression, Shi Yuan tried hard not to snap and spoke in a softer tone: “What’s bothering you?”
Lin Wangye was familiar with this expression—if he didn’t speak up, it was clear Shi Yuan would worry even more.
Not wanting to make him guess and worry even more, Lin Wangye struggled to hold back his tears and, with a thickened voice, whispered:
“I asked Zhao Youyou about your family… now I feel like a broken little puppy…”
Hearing this, Shi Yuan was actually relieved.
He lowered his eyes, pinching the space between his brows, and sighed, “You scared me to death.”
After quickly regaining his composure, Shi Yuan looked up and saw Lin Wangye pouting, looking at him with an expression full of helplessness. Unable to stop himself, Shi Yuan chuckled softly and gestured with his hand.
“Come, sit down.”
The chair that had been by the bed was probably moved when the nurse gave the injection, now sitting far away against the wall.
Lin Wangye didn’t go for it. He walked over and sat sideways on the bed.
He had cried so embarrassingly last time, but after some effort this time, Lin Wangye managed not to cry. His eyes, however, were still red and puffy.
Shi Yuan grabbed a tissue but found there wasn’t much to wipe away. He reached out and gently used his knuckles to brush away the tears that had clung to Lin Wangye’s eyelashes, speaking softly: “Don’t be sad. I’m fine.”
Lin Wangye lowered his head, his voice hoarse: “I didn’t know things had been so hard for you. I’ve been lucky enough to eat and stay warm, and I still complained about being tough. Do you think I’m being too dramatic?”
“Of course not,” Shi Yuan quickly responded. “Don’t overthink it, I never thought that way.”
Lin Wangye raised his eyes: “Really?”
Shi Yuan immediately nodded, “Of course. Do you think I would lie to you?”
At his words, Lin Wangye finally felt a little more at ease. He sat there thinking for a long time before clenching his fist and telling him: “I’ll help figure out something for your sister’s illness. Don’t worry, this time, I won’t let her suffer.”
Shi Yuan always felt something wasn’t quite right. After thinking for a moment, he asked, “This time? Have you met her before?”
Lin Wangye immediately realized he had let something slip and hurriedly tried to cover it up.
“How serious is your sister now? Has she been in any dangerous situations before?”
“She has acute lymphoblastic leukemia type B, moderate risk. It’s not particularly critical at the moment,” Shi Yuan said, his expression betraying his worry as he sighed softly. “But the treatment costs are really high, and it’s hard to say whether I can raise enough money in time.”
Lin Wangye bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling, forcing himself to hold back tears.
Leukemia isn’t necessarily a terminal illness. As long as it’s not the high-risk type, the chances of recovery are quite good. But this disease requires long-term battles—chemotherapy, medications, and ultimately, a bone marrow transplant for a complete cure.
The entire process doesn’t get much coverage from health insurance, and real, hard cash must be poured in continuously. The expenses involved are simply beyond the reach of ordinary families.
Shi Yuan certainly had the ability to make enough money.
But, as he had mentioned, he needed enough time.
In Lin Wangye’s past life, Uncle Shi was alone, which was enough to tell him that illness doesn’t wait for time—it doesn’t offer any chances.
“I can do it,” Lin Wangye said, his voice firm. “I’ll find a way.”
Shi Yuan raised his eyes, meeting Lin Wangye’s gaze. The unwavering determination in his eyes completely stunned him.
For a moment, he truly saw a glimmer of hope.
But reason quickly returned, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. He reached out and ruffled Lin Wangye’s hair: “This isn’t something that can be solved with just a few thousand or even tens of thousands. Don’t make things difficult for yourself.”
“I know. Even if you gave me ten years, I wouldn’t be able to make that much money,” Lin Wangye said, taking a deep breath as he thought it over. “But I… but the Lin family has money. I can borrow hundreds of thousands, even a million.”
Shi Yuan’s smile turned bittersweet as he sighed softly: “I know you’re on good terms with Lin Shen and Lu Chengxuan, and their families do have the resources. But adults understand that this is a bottomless pit. Their families won’t help.”
Lin Shen was in a cold war with his family, and the Lu family situation was complicated.
This was indeed a tough problem.
But one couldn’t be defeated by difficulties. Lin Wangye calculated the options in his mind, still having a few cards up his sleeve.
At the very least, he could consider a DNA test as a last resort.
If he were his father’s biological son, he would go straight to his grandfather to claim his heritage. After all, the test results were there, and no one could deny it.
Lin Wangye confidently told Shi Yuan, “I have a plan, let me try! Worst case, I can at least delay things.”
Seeing his unwavering confidence, Shi Yuan didn’t want to dampen his spirits further, so he nodded. “Then promise me, don’t overthink it and don’t do anything beyond your ability.”
Lin Wangye nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
The snow on the windowsill melted drop by drop. The sunlight was lovely today, shining through the window in a soft, non-glaring glow.
Shi Yuan watched the boy in front of him, feeling his heart warmed by the gentle current of emotion.
Even though deep down, he felt powerless and unsure if Lin Wangye could truly help, the sheer determination in the boy’s eyes somehow gave him a tremendous sense of strength.
It felt as though things were really moving in a positive direction.
After moving his hand from Lin Wangye’s head, Shi Yuan couldn’t resist looking at his side profile, and he lightly pinched it.
It was soft, warm to the touch, like a freshly steamed honey cake with a bit of bounce.
Lin Wangye’s heartbeat immediately quickened, blinking as he leaned in slightly closer.
“Lin Shen says my face is really soft. Is it nice to touch?”
At that moment, Shi Yuan’s eyes shifted with emotions, and he immediately pulled his hand back.
“What’s he touching your face for?”
Lin Wangye pouted in disappointment when Shi Yuan withdrew his hand, quickly changing the subject.
“His hands are always messing around, but you can touch it. I want you to.”
Shi Yuan, who had been slightly annoyed just a moment ago, instantly let go of those feelings. His fingers twitched but didn’t reach out again. Instead, he asked, “What’s the difference between me and Lin Shen?”
“Well, if his hands are naughty, it’s fine to touch, I guess.” Lin Wangye said, slightly turning his head and tilting his cheek towards him.
“As for you, a kiss would be fine too.”
“……”
Shi Yuan felt as if something had hit his chest, and his entire heart trembled.
Just then, there was a knock on the hospital room door.
The two of them quickly turned their heads, and saw Lin Shen peeking through the glass into the room. After confirming that the person he was looking for was inside, he knocked on the door with force.
“Xiao Lin, open the door, it’s your dad.”
*
Lin Wangye: Dad, can I borrow some money?
Lin Shen: My hands are itchy.
Lin Wangye: Dad, this is my wedding invitation with Uncle Shi.
Lin Shen: My hands are itchy.
Lin Wangye: Dad…
Lin Shen: My hands are itchy.
*
Author’s Note: In the previous life, Lin Shen wanted to help, but at the time, he was still in a cold war with his family, and when he asked for money, he was ruthlessly rejected.
Shi Yuan and Lu Chengxuan weren’t familiar with each other at all, so…
I’m mentioning this because I anticipate someone might ask why no one helped in the previous life, so I wanted to clarify.
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