Chapter 262
Capital Military Region Hospital.
Sheng Qingyan was rushed into the emergency room. His heart rate was dangerously high, nearly threatening his life, and he was currently undergoing emergency resuscitation.
Old Madam Sheng collapsed into Sheng Dian's arms, weeping bitterly.
Xu Lu leaned against Sheng Ciyuan, crying silently.
Sheng Dian spoke up, "Yan'er just has a rapid heart rate, it's a minor issue. Don't cry so hard that you actually make yourselves sick."
Old Master Ji turned his head and looked at Rong Yu, who was standing in the shadows.
The old man sighed, truly unable to understand why his mother was so worried about this kid, Sheng Qingyan.
Perhaps because his mother was worried, and due to the telepathic connection between mother and son, he actually found himself fearing that something might happen to Sheng Qingyan too.
"How could he go to a place like that!" A man in his thirties rushed into the hospital. "That kind of place, to put it nicely, is a memorial hall for martyrs' remains. To put it bluntly, how is it any different from a funeral parlor, a crematorium, or a graveyard? If you ask me, Yan'er was possessed by something unclean, which is why..."
"Nonsense!"
Old Madam Sheng was furious. She raised her hand and slapped him.
This was her youngest son, Sheng Yun.
With trembling lips, the old woman scolded, "Your father was a martyr. Your words insult the martyrs and insult your own father. It is highly disrespectful! Besides, aren't you a soldier yourself? Is it appropriate for you to say such things?"
Sheng Yun quickly hid behind Sheng Dian. "Mom, I'm just worried about Yan'er. He's your lifeblood. If something happens to him, wouldn't our Sheng family be thrown into chaos?"
Just then, the doctor came out of the emergency room, and a large group of people immediately swarmed him.
The doctor took off his mask and said, "The patient is out of danger, but we are not sure exactly when he will wake up."
"Thank goodness, thank goodness." Old Madam Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and pressed, "Have you found the cause of the attack?"
The doctor frowned. "The current results show that extreme emotional agitation caused the rapid heart rate. However, under normal circumstances, it wouldn't lead to such severe consequences, let alone in a patient this young. We ask the family to observe him closely moving forward. If there are any abnormalities, bring him in for treatment immediately."
Old Madam Sheng committed his words to memory.
Sheng Qingyan was wheeled out of the emergency room by the nurses.
His face was completely devoid of color, lying there like a blank sheet of paper. It was as if a wall had been erected around him; even when Old Madam Sheng rushed over, it felt as though she and he were not in the same dimension.
Rong Yu's lips were pressed tightly together.
She just looked at him like that. Her mind suddenly went blank—thinking about everything, yet thinking about nothing at all.
"Mom..."
Old Master Ji quietly held her hand.
Rong Yu squeezed his hand in return.
Suddenly, she saw the eyelashes of the person on the bed flutter. She quickly walked to the bedside and called out softly, "Sheng Qingyan, I am Rong Yu, you..."
Halfway through her sentence, she was pushed aside by Sheng Yun. "No, who are you?"
Smack—
Old Madam Sheng slapped the back of his hand.
She frowned. "Who told you to come to the hospital? You haven't helped at all, only caused trouble. This is Miss Rong, Yan'er's savior and an honored guest of the Sheng family. If you keep up this attitude, get out."
Sheng Yun narrowed his eyes, sizing up Rong Yu.
His gaze was too brazen, earning him another heavy blow from Old Madam Sheng.
"He's awake, Yan'er is awake!" Xu Lu's voice rang out. "Yan'er, how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Sheng Yun facepalmed. "How would he know what being uncomfortable means? Asking him is pointless."
On the bed, Sheng Qingyan slowly opened his eyes. His pitch-black pupils were like a night sky washed by rain, incredibly clear. They were no longer the glassy eyes of the past, which had seemed covered by a layer of gauze.
Those eyes first looked at Xu Lu, who was closest.
"Mom."
The man's thin lips slowly uttered this single word.
The moment the word fell, the entire ward plunged into a dead silence.
Xu Lu covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face. "Yan'er, what... what did you just call me?"
She knew Yan'er could speak now.
But—
It had been limited to only when he was in front of Miss Rong.
Furthermore, it was usually Miss Rong asking questions and him answering.
He never spoke on his own initiative, much less voluntarily addressed anyone.
In the twenty-four years Yan'er had been alive, this was the very first time he had opened his mouth to call her 'Mom'.
"Dad."
Sheng Qingyan then called out again.
Sheng Dian's eyes widened abruptly. "Yan'er, you, you, you..."
"Move aside." Old Madam Sheng shoved him away and rushed to the bed. "Yan'er, do you recognize me? I'm your grandmother. I'm your grandmother."
"Grandmother," Sheng Qingyan spoke softly. "Grandmother's hair has gone completely white. I'm sorry, I've made Grandmother worry."
How could Old Madam Sheng handle this? Her tears flowed down like a running faucet. "It doesn't matter if my hair is white, it doesn't matter at all. As long as you can get better, Yan'er, Grandmother would even give up her life. Yan'er, quickly tell Grandmother, you..."
"Ah, there's me too!" Sheng Yun eagerly leaned his head in. "Yan'er, do you recognize me?"
Sheng Qingyan said, "Uncle."
"It seems you've really returned to normal!" Sheng Yun was overjoyed. "The Sheng family's ancestors were in the military, and the old lady insisted that I inherit the family legacy. But I don't have the talent! I've been in the military region all these years and I'm still just muddling along, losing face for the Sheng family. I haven't wanted to do it for a long time. Now that Yan'er has become a normal person, let's leave the Sheng family's legacy to him to inherit and glorify!"
"Uncle, it's way too early for you to be saying this." Sheng Ciyuan stepped forward and scratched his head, saying, "Big Brother."
Sheng Qingyan looked at him and said, "These past few years, it's been hard on you cleaning up my messes."
"It hasn't been hard, not hard at all." Sheng Ciyuan felt a bit embarrassed and quickly pulled Rong Yu over. "Big Brother's illness getting better is all thanks to Miss Rong."
It was as if Sheng Qingyan had only just noticed Rong Yu.
His eyes were no longer hazy like before, but clear as a freezing pool, reflecting Rong Yu's figure—unfamiliar and lucid.
His gaze slid down from her eyes and brows, swept past her tightly pressed lips, and finally rested on the hand she used to hold a pocket watch.
His expression suddenly grew complex.
He had memories regarding the pocket watch in his mind.
At the Ji family home.
At the remains memorial hall.
As for anything more, there was nothing.
But recalling it now, these matters felt very unfamiliar, yet he carried an almost instinctive desire to investigate them.
He clearly knew her.
But it felt like it shouldn't be this kind of knowing.
Where had things gone wrong?
Sheng Qingyan looked at her for a long time before finally speaking, "Miss Rong."
Then he looked at the person beside her, "Old Mr. Ji."
His voice was hoarse. "Recently, I've been a bother to Miss Rong and Old Mr. Ji."
Old Master Ji couldn't help but frown.
For some reason, he felt that Sheng Qingyan shouldn't have this attitude. Something seemed off.
He didn't know what he had been expecting.
He only knew that his expectations had fallen through.
But Rong Yu knew.
Her voice was steady: "Do you know Ji Zheng?"
"I know of him," Sheng Qingyan replied. "He was the commander of the Navy's Special Escort Team. He died a heroic death and is a martyr."
He paused for a moment and looked up at the Sheng family. "Dad, Mom, please help donate all the historical artifacts in our family's collection gallery to the National History Museum."