Disobedience To Control chapter 40
You Liar
After getting into the car, Song Siheng quickly ignited the engine, gripping the steering wheel with his right hand and immediately dialing Yang Xiaobei’s number with his left hand.
Dialing… dialing… dialing…
The phone rang numerous times, but no one answered. Song Siheng stepped on the accelerator, overtaking continuously, and kept dialing the number.
But after dialing four or five times in a row, there was still no answer on the other end. Finally, the phone played a mechanical female voice: “Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be reached at the moment, please try again later…”
Song Siheng’s breath became rapid, his heart felt like it was about to explode.
He completed nearly twenty minutes’ worth of driving in just ten minutes, and rushed the car into that old residential area.
Ignoring the sideways glances from pedestrians on the old street, he parked the car directly on the side of the road and rushed toward the small two-story building.
Arriving at the familiar doorstep, the old door and windows were tightly closed, and an ominous feeling crawled into his heart.
Bang, bang, bang!
Song Siheng raised his palm and knocked forcefully on the door, but despite knocking continuously for over ten seconds, there was still no answer from inside.
He looked around and found an iron clothes rack dropped by a nearby household. He picked up the clothes rack and smashed the nearby glass window violently. For a moment, the huge sound of shattering glass alarmed the neighbors who had not yet gone to bed.
“Who’s there? What’s with the commotion so late at night?!”
“Do you have any manners?! If you make another disturbance, I’ll call the police!”
The sound of cursing continued, but Song Siheng paid no attention. He smashed the green-tinted glass window completely and, supporting himself on the windowsill, climbed inside. However, the shattered edges of the window were sharp, and his palm was cut by the remaining glass shards, blood gushing from his palm.
But he couldn’t care less about that.
When he entered the room, he found that there was no one in the bedroom at all. The bed was neatly made, but the floor was covered with countless footprints. A strange smell pervaded the entire space.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Song Siheng heard a muffled impact coming from the corner of the room. Following the sound, he saw that the door to the northernmost bathroom was locked from the outside, and the door panel was swaying back and forth.
He hurried over in three steps and two steps, forcefully turning the doorknob, but still couldn’t open the locked door. The lock was damaged, and the wooden door was tightly shut.
With no other choice, Song Siheng could only kick the door. He raised his right leg fiercely and then kicked the old wooden door with all his might.
Once, twice, thrice—
Until the first crack appeared on the door panel, and then the entire door panel collapsed with a bang.
The narrow bathroom was filled with the smell of gas. Leaking pipes hung from the ceiling, while Yang Xiaobei sat slumped on the ground, his hands tightly bound behind his back, his expression pained and his face reddened.
Song Siheng’s hands couldn’t stop trembling as he quickly squatted down and tore off the tape from Yang Xiaobei’s hands, then hoisted him onto his back.
“I’ll take you out, I’ll take you out—hold on.” Song Siheng’s voice trembled.
With the tall and sturdy Yang Xiaobei on his back, he stumbled towards the first floor. Yang Xiaobei lay on his shoulder, his breathing gradually weakening.
Ten minutes later, in the emergency room of the hospital.
The emergency nurse pushed a wheelchair over in a hurry to pick someone up, waving to Song Siheng, “Family members, please step aside first!”
Yang Xiaobei’s complexion became worse and worse, his breathing rate noticeably irregular, weakly like a kite with a nearly broken string.
Song Siheng was forced to let go of his hands, watching as Yang Xiaobei was wheeled into the emergency room.
The examination room was crowded, and Song Siheng stood outside the door, his legs almost unable to support his body after the non-stop running.
The voices of doctors and nurses overlapped, but Song Siheng’s gaze lost focus, leaving only a blur.
“Give him oxygen! High flow!”
“Adenosine injection! Quick!”
New patients and their families kept rushing in from behind, and a stretcher suddenly bumped into Song Siheng’s body. With a bang, the family member of the patient behind him pushed him away abruptly. “Get out of the way! Move!”
Pushed forward by the crowd, Song Siheng finally stood against the wall outside the emergency room. He pressed his eye sockets tightly, only opening them after a while. On the distant bed, Yang Xiaobei was wearing an oxygen mask, with an IV drip attached to the back of his hand.
The heart monitor beside the bed emitted irregular beeps, and the waveform on the display screen struggled to return to its normal frequency.
This version of Yang Xiaobei seemed too unfamiliar. Just a week ago, he was still smiling and joking, talking about going to Australia for training.
Just a week ago, he seemed fine, even proudly returning the watch to him.
Just a week ago, he was still wearing a black hoodie, arrogantly riding his bike on the road like a carefree kingfisher.
If prayers went unanswered, misfortune would be blamed on oneself.
He could only curse himself. Song Siheng, you’re a proud fool.
Why didn’t you realize Song Qin’s plan earlier? Why did you have to drag Yang Xiaobei down? You could have discovered it earlier if you hadn’t cared about your so-called reputation.
The emergency room was crowded late at night, filled with cries and shouts. Song Siheng stood with his back to the crowd, the wound on his palm still unhealed, dark red blood continuously oozing from it, dripping onto the ground.
He stared at the dark bloodstains, his mind gradually turning blank.
After a while, a doctor suddenly walked out of the emergency room and shouted to the crowd, “Who is Yang Xiaobei’s family member?”
Song Siheng suddenly snapped back to reality, turning around and answering, “Me! What’s wrong?!”
“Does the patient have a history of heart disease or other underlying conditions? Any history of medication?” The emergency doctor’s voice was urgent.
“What?” Song Siheng was momentarily stunned. “Heart disease history?!”
“Yes. This is important.”
“I don’t know, he never told me…,” Song Siheng shook his head at first, then quickly reacted, “Why are you asking this? What’s wrong with him now?!”
“Yang Xiaobei’s current condition is very bad. His heart rate has been unable to decrease, and his blood oxygen level hasn’t risen. If it was just a short-term carbon monoxide poisoning, it wouldn’t have such severe symptoms. High-flow oxygen and intravenous injection should have alleviated it. Are you his family member? Don’t you know about any medical history?!”
Song Siheng’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably. “It’s impossible, it’s impossible. He’s a swimmer, how could he have a history of heart disease…”
“Doctor, please explain clearly, what are his obvious symptoms? Has he passed the danger zone? What will happen to him next?” In his anxiety, Song Siheng grabbed the doctor’s arm and kept asking.
At this moment, a nurse came out of the emergency room and stood beside the doctor, saying something quietly in his ear.
The doctor’s face changed, immediately pointing in the direction of the deep corridor. “Go, call the cardiology specialist for consultation!”
The nurse nodded repeatedly and ran back inside. Song Siheng watched everything happen, but could only stand still, watching the doctor and nurse move further away from him.
Outside the door, the sound of an ambulance came again, its sharp siren piercing the night sky.
In this city, accidents happened every day, and countless people were separated from their loved ones forever.
Song Siheng stood exhaustedly at the door of the emergency room, his eyes seeing two doctors running towards the end of the corridor. Each step felt like a heavy blow to his heart.
Soon, a group of people gathered around Yang Xiaobei’s hospital bed. A nurse wheeled in a new machine into the emergency room, and the beeping sound of the instruments filled the air. Each beep felt like a sharp blade, piercing through Song Siheng’s heart, splattering crimson blood.
“Yang Xiaobei, weren’t you supposed to go for overseas training?”
“Weren’t you planning to enjoy the sunshine and beaches in Australia at this time?”
“Weren’t you always boasting about how healthy you were?”
“Yang Xiaobei, how many things have you been hiding from me?! You liar!”
Song Siheng leaned against the cold wall of the emergency room, tears streaming down his face, covering his face.
📢Author’s Note
Some foreshadowing about Xiao Yang in the previous chapters is also going to be revealed now. (Put on sunglasses)