PPS Chapter 149

Chapter 149: A Belated Compensation from Fate

Chapter 149: A Belated Compensation from Fate

When Xie Tingyun and Xie Yuyin arrived, the rain outside had just stopped abruptly, and the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a gray sky.

The roar of the helicopter grew closer and closer, and five minutes later, it landed steadily at the entrance of the cave.

Gu Yusen, supporting his weakened body, stubbornly refused to let anyone touch Chu Zhaoyi in his arms.

His arms trembled slightly from the excessive force, but he still held the young man steadily, as if holding the most important treasure in his life.

Next to the helicopter, Mo Jincheng stood in a disheveled state, rain soaking through his clothes, water still dripping from his hair.

Seeing the unconscious Chu Zhaoyi, his eyes tightened, and he subconsciously reached out to touch him, but Gu Yusen slapped his hand away fiercely.

Gu Yusen’s eyes were as cold as ice, his voice light, but with an unquestionable threat: “I will settle the score with you one by one.”

No one doubted the weight of these words.

Gu Yusen carried Chu Zhaoyi onto the helicopter. The accompanying doctor quickly stepped forward, and after a brief examination, his expression turned grave, urging them to rush to the hospital as soon as possible.

Chu Zhaoyi had small injuries all over his body. The most serious was the ten-centimeter-long cut on his leg, which constantly oozed blood, staining Gu Yusen’s sleeves red.

The young man’s lips were frighteningly pale, and his already thin body seemed even more fragile in his unconscious state, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Gu Yusen looked down at Chu Zhaoyi in his arms, his fingers gently stroking his cold cheeks, complex emotions surging in his eyes, and he murmured, “A’Yi, hold on a little longer, I’ll take you home.”

“A’Yi, Brother Sanmu will take you home…”

*

Xie Tingyun stayed behind to handle the aftermath. Their people found Xie Haoran, who was running around in the depths of the back mountain.

Xie Haoran looked deranged, roaring at Xie Tingyun, but when he saw the police officers behind him standing ready, he seemed to have all his strength drained away and collapsed to the ground.

He clearly knew what he had done and what he was about to face—the original ten-plus years of imprisonment, under the manipulation of Gu Yusen and the Xie family, would most likely evolve into the death penalty.

Mu Xi had already fled, quietly leaving the moment Xie Haoran entered the back mountain. Her plan was ingenious: if Xie Haoran succeeded, she could perfectly hide; if he failed, this series of dirty deeds would not involve her.

At most, she would be considered a “deceived innocent person,” and even if she was held accountable, it would only be a few perfunctory questions.

Mo Jincheng was also taken away by the police for investigation on suspicion of kidnapping and intentionally harming others.

Xie Haoran not only carried a firearm but also escaped from prison privately. Even without considering intentional homicide, these crimes were enough to sentence him to death.

As for Mu Xi, Xie Tingyun had already sent people to arrest her, and even the Mu family would not escape blame.

On the way here, Gu Yusen had already arranged for people to deal with the Mu family. He didn’t care what role Mu Xi played in it; he only knew that his young man had been bullied badly.

Xie Tingyun handled everything one by one, not forgetting to comfort Zhang Anru and Gu’s parents in A City, sending a message saying that they were giving emergency treatment here, and when the situation was slightly stable, they would transfer back to A City.

Zhang Anru and the others had already bought the nearest tickets to rush over.

Thinking of Zhang Anru’s health, Xie Tingyun did not stop her, but asked the accompanying assistant to bring a doctor for emergencies.

On this side, Gu Yusen watched helplessly as Chu Zhaoyi was pushed into the emergency room. His footsteps subconsciously followed, but he was pushed away by the doctor: “No outsiders are allowed in the emergency room. Family members, please wait outside.”

Gu Yusen’s hand froze in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed door as if he wanted to see through it. His fist was clenched tightly, his fingernails digging deeply into his palm, but he couldn’t feel a trace of pain.

He leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground, his head hanging low, rain dripping from his hair, spreading a pool of water on the ground.

“Your condition doesn’t look too good either. Do you want to get it checked?” The accompanying doctor didn’t enter the emergency room. He looked at Gu Yusen’s condition with concern.

Chu Zhaoyi’s condition was bad, but was Gu Yusen any better?

His eyes were filled with red blood streaks, his face was frighteningly pale, and he looked as if all his strength had been drained. Yet, he was still standing there, as if a string stretched to its limit, ready to break at any moment.

He was completely overdrawing his body to hold on.

Gu Yusen shook his head, his eyes fixed on the door of the emergency room, stubbornly standing in place like a statue, motionless. His body trembled slightly, but he refused to move half a step, as if only by standing there could he be closer to Chu Zhaoyi.

He didn’t know how long had passed when the light in the emergency room finally went out. The door was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked out, took off his mask, his eyes falling on Gu Yusen, his brow furrowing even tighter, with a look of disapproval: “Sir, you also need to get checked.”

“Is he okay?” Gu Yusen was deaf to everything else, his voice hoarse and almost out of tune. He grabbed the doctor’s sleeve, his fingertips turning white from the force, his eyes filled with an almost obsessive obsession.

“He’s fine. He’s just exhausted, and the rain caused a high fever due to his weak body. The scratches on his body aren’t serious, but the wound on his leg wasn’t treated in time, and he lost a lot of blood.”

“He probably hasn’t been eating well recently. He’s not getting enough nutrients, and his body is too weak. I’ve prescribed a nutrient solution, and the nurse will arrange it later.”

“But you, your condition looks much more serious…”

As soon as the doctor’s words fell, Gu Yusen’s tense nerves finally relaxed completely at that moment.

Hearing the news that Chu Zhaoyi was okay, the heaviness in his chest that had made it almost impossible for him to breathe instantly dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

His vision began to blur, and the emergency room door and the doctor’s figure gradually twisted into a chaotic mess. He wanted to stand firm, but his legs seemed to have been drained of all their strength. His knees buckled, and he fell forward.

The doctor quickly grabbed him, but found that his body was already frighteningly cold, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his face as white as paper.

“Mr. Gu! Mr. Gu!” The doctor’s voice rang in his ears, but it seemed to come from a distant place, blurred and unclear.

Gu Yusen wanted to speak, but he found that his throat was blocked by something, unable to make any sound. His consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and the last thing he heard was the doctor’s urgent shouts and the nurses’ hurried footsteps.

His body completely lost consciousness. At the moment of falling, only one thought remained in his mind:

A’Yi is okay.

This time, he didn’t break his promise.

Previously, Gu Yusen had failed to save his young man as promised.

So that young man walked up to him at the age of eighteen.

Eighteen-year-old Chu Zhaoyi finally waited for the young man with the red roses at the door of the Mushroom House.

It was like a belated compensation from fate, but also like a certain unspeakable fulfillment.