I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 148 Parallel Space (1)

Wu Kairui's steps were heavy as he slowly walked up the stairs, each step being as careful as if he were walking on a tightrope.

He stood outside Wu Bai's door, took a deep breath, but still didn't dare to knock on the door.

His various behaviors in school, bullying classmates and hanging out with bad boys, made his brother angry every time. He didn't know whether his brother was completely disappointed in him.

He wanted to know what his brother had been through and why he had suicidal tendencies. He wanted to help his brother and tell him that he was not fighting alone.

His brother's life seemed to be much more difficult than he had imagined. He always thought that his brother had a smooth life, but now he realized what a heavy burden the events of fifteen years ago were for his brother.

The butler did not tell him what happened exactly, but just said that it was something that could not be mentioned in the family.

He hesitated for a long time, but the fear and worry in his heart finally overcame his hesitation, and he finally knocked on the door between them.

But the door didn't respond. He listened quietly for a while. The room was silent, without any sound.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart as he remembered what the butler had said about his brother committing suicide.

There was a look of fear in his eyes and he began to knock on the door hard, but still no response.

His movement attracted the butler, who looked at the anxious young master and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wu Kairui said anxiously: "I knocked on the door, but my brother didn't respond. Did something happen?"

The housekeeper also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly took out the spare key from his pocket and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the scene in front of them stunned both of them. The man was lying motionless on the bed, which was stained with blood. There was a deep wound on his wrist that was visible to the bone, and the blood was still flowing slowly. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Wu Kairui rushed forward and shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother, what's wrong with you, brother——"

No one responded. Wu Kairui no longer hesitated. He picked up the bed sheet beside him, wrapped his wrists, and then hugged his brother tightly.

His brother was so tall and heavy that he could hardly hold him, but his determination gave him more strength, and soon they were in the car.

In the hospital, Wu Kairui was waiting outside the emergency room. The lights in the emergency room were dazzlingly bright, and he was waiting outside anxiously.

After a long time, he saw his parents who were far away abroad running towards him in a hurry, their faces full of anxiety and pain.

He saw his mother whispering in despair: "How could this happen? Didn't we agree on this? It's been fifteen years, why can't he let it go? It's been fifteen years, how could this happen..."

Father Wu hugged his mother to comfort her, and his mother squatted down crying.

Wu Kairui's eyes turned red, and he trembled and said, "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I talked back to my brother. It's all my fault..."

He thought his parents would scold him, but his mother looked at him with tears in her eyes, and said in a gentle but firm voice: "It's not your fault, I don't blame you, baby, it's that thing, that thing..."

Wu Kairui was choked up, he didn't know what to say. He looked at his father and said directly: "Dad, what happened fifteen years ago?"

Father Wu paused. His father, who had always been tall in his eyes, suddenly became like a deflated ball, with a haggard look on his face.

He sighed and said in a heavy voice: "That is your brother's past, and no one wants to talk about it..."

Time seemed to stand still, and the light with the three words "In Surgery" finally dimmed under the gaze of everyone.

Wu Kairui's heart was beating in his throat. He walked forward nervously and came out exhausted.

Wu Kairui's voice trembled a little: "Doctor, how is my brother?"

The doctor took a deep breath and said, "We have managed to save the patient, but it is hard to say whether the patient can wake up."

The doctor's words were like a thunderbolt, striking everyone's heart hard, making their already heavy mood even more unbearable.

Soon, Wu Bai was pushed out. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

He was quickly pushed into the ward, followed closely by Wu Kairui and his parents.

In the ward, Wu Kairui looked at his brother's bloodless lips. His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

In his eyes, his brother had always been a serious, shrewd, and powerful person. He had never seen his brother so vulnerable, and his tears flowed involuntarily.

Suddenly, the mother seemed to remember something, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she tremblingly took out her cell phone from her pocket, murmuring: "Oh, right, find Lin Mochen, he is that man's brother. He succeeded last time, and he will definitely succeed this time, he will definitely be able to persuade him, he will definitely..."

Wu Kairui knew Lin Mochen, the head of the Lin family, a young man who was as outstanding as his brother, and had a good relationship with their family.

But he had never heard that Lin Mochen had a younger brother.

From what his mother said, it seemed that this younger brother of Lin Mochen occupied a very important position in his brother's heart.

Soon, someone answered the phone. Wu's mother's voice trembled: "Xiaochen, can you come over? Auntie can only beg you. My son Baibai is in the hospital. The doctor said that he..."

I don't know what the person on the other end said, but a smile appeared on Wu's mother's face: "Okay, okay, Auntie will wait for you, thank you very much..."

Wu Kairui watched his mother hang up the phone, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

He didn't say anything else and time passed in silence.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Wu Kairui looked towards the door. Wu's mother ran to the door in surprise and opened it. The man who came in was Lin Mochen.

Lin Mochen looked serious and thoughtful, which reminded Wu Kairui of his brother's usual appearance.

Wu's mother walked up to Wu Kairui and grabbed him, motioning him to go out.

Wu Kairui nodded, said nothing, and followed his mother out of the ward.

They left some space for Lin Mochen and Wu Bai to be alone, hoping that Lin Mochen's arrival would wake up his brother and bring him a glimmer of hope.

The atmosphere in the ward was heavy and quiet, with only Lin Mochen and Wu Bai lying on the hospital bed.

Lin Mochen stood beside the bed, his eyes fell on Wu Bai's pale face, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled back to fifteen years ago.

In that year of deep sorrow, when Shen Shen passed away, he also stood in Wu Bai's ward like this.

The same white walls, the same smell of disinfectant, Wu Bai was also lying quietly on the hospital bed. At that time, he was also pale and in critical condition.

Lin Mochen's memory was torn apart by pain, and he paused for a long time before he found his voice.

"Wu Bai," Lin Mochen's voice was low and powerful, breaking the silence of the ward, "Shen Shen has returned. If you leave, you will never see him again. You'd better not die..."

There was no response. Lin Mochen lost his patience. "If you die, Shen Shen will be the one belonging to that kid named Wei..."

Lin Mochen knew that this trick was the most effective. He said the same thing fifteen years ago, and it was this sentence that awakened Wu Bai.

Just as he finished saying this, Lin Mochen, who had been silently paying attention to Wu Baishou, actually saw him move his hand.

Lin Mochen pressed the bell speechlessly.

Soon, a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in.

Lin Mochen said calmly: "He just moved his hand."