A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 361: Only Two Days Left

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Only Two Days Left

Ye Mei shook her head slowly, "I’m not tired, I need to stay here, I need to see Shen Huai come out myself before I can be at ease."

Ye Mei’s eyes were red-rimmed, and there were more white hairs at her temples, she choked up and asked, "When Shen Huai fell ill previously, he managed to pull through, he will definitely pull through this time too, right?"

It was unclear whether she was asking herself or Fu Yanhe.

Fu Yanhe’s voice was calm and resolute, "He will."

Another half hour passed.

Finally, there was some movement in the emergency room.

The door was opened from the inside, and the pale-faced, unsteady Director Ge and others supported each other as they walked out.

Shen Yanhe, supporting a somewhat exhausted Hua Tuo, followed them from behind. Her face was as pale as paper, she was silent and didn’t speak, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

Seeing her like this, panic spread through Ye Mei’s heart, and she nearly fainted. She stood up and walked toward Shen Yanhe, wanting to get closer but also afraid of receiving bad news.

Seeing Ye Mei’s state, Hua Tuo finally sighed deeply and shook his head, "Shen Huai’s number is up, I’m sorry."

Shen Huai’s body was already fragile; the shock he received this time was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Even if Hua Tuo intervened, it was difficult to preserve his life.

Ye Mei’s pupils dilated abruptly, and she knelt on the ground, covering her face as she sobbed quietly.

Hua Tuo sighed, pulled his hand from the distraught Shen Yanhe’s, and gently patted her back, "Master has bargained for two more days of life for Shen Huai. During these two days, try to accompany him and let him go happily."

"That kid has been stuck in the hospital since he was eight and hasn’t really seen the outside world much. Let him be happy for the remaining days."

Shen Yanhe felt a tightness in her throat, unable to utter a word, only managing a soft hum.

Hua Tuo spoke no more. He glanced at Fu Yanhe, who was walking toward Shen Yanhe, knowing that now was not the time to ask about their relationship, and tactfully walked toward Ye Min, kneeling in front of her to softly comfort her.

Fu Yanhe walked up to Shen Yanhe, looked down at her with concern in his eyes, and asked gently, "Yanyan, are you okay?"

Shen Yanhe looked up at him, smiled faintly, "I’m quite alright, no worries."

With that smile, however, tears rolled from her eyes.

She raised her hand nonchalantly to wipe them away, still smiling, "Quite okay, to have two final days of freedom, Shen Huai would definitely be happy about it."

Fu Yanhe was extremely heartbroken. He opened his arms and gently embraced her, his warm hands patting her back intermittently, without offering more words of comfort.

The kind of pain from a loved one’s imminent passing.

Is not something that can be soothed by a few words.

All he could do was be by her side.

Shen Yanhe, held in his embrace, tilted her head back slightly, her face a blank expression.

It was unclear how much time had passed when she gently pushed him away, her reddened, moist eyes looking at him, "Can you do me a favor? Accompany Shen Huai with me for these last two days."

Fu Yanhe looked at her appearance, feeling very distressed, and softly hummed, "I promise you."

"Let’s go, let’s see him," Shen Yanhe gave him a forced smile and turned toward Shen Huai’s hospital room.

She didn’t go to comfort Ye Min.

Even though she knew it was unintentional on Ye Min’s part, she had never thought that just answering a phone call could stress Shen Huai so severely, could lead to his death.

She also knew the real instigator wasn’t Ye Min, but Shen Guowei.

But Shen Yanhe was only human; she couldn’t suppress the rage in her heart.

Fearing that she might say something unpleasant at this moment, she chose not to interact.

With Hua Tuo’s intervention, Shen Huai wasn’t lying in a specially made glass room this time.

He was admitted to a regular hospital room like a normal child.

When Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe walked in, he had already awakened; the tubes had been removed from his body, and aside from looking a bit pale, he seemed fairly spirited.

When Shen Huai saw her, his eyes lit up, and with a smile, he opened his arms wide, "Sister, won’t you come give me a hug?"

Shen Yanhe’s eyes reddened instantly, and she almost sprinted towards Shen Huai, enveloping his slight frame in a tight embrace.

Shen Huai hugged her back fiercely, his eyes squinting with joy, ecstatically saying, "This is great, I’ve wanted to hug my sister for so long, and now I finally got to."

Ever since he fell ill at eight, he never hugged anyone again.

He hadn’t basked in the sun or smelled flowers either, which left him a little regretful.

Now, that bit of regret seemed to be filled.

As tears rolled down Shen Yanhe’s face, she held his frail body even tighter, her throat felt like it was blocked by a wet clump of cotton, unable to speak a word.

Fu Yanhe stood quietly at the doorway, not stepping forward to disturb them.

Shen Huai felt the fabric on his shoulder getting wet from tears, and somewhat helplessly, he gently patted Shen Yanhe’s back, casually speaking as though he hadn’t noticed her crying, "Sister, I want to eat cake, have hot pot, eat barbecue, and I also want to go to the amusement park."

"Can you take me there?"

Shen Yanhe mumbled a response unclearly, hastily wiping her tears and nodding with a smile, "Yes, in a bit I’ll go out to buy some clothes for you, and then I’ll take you out."

Shen Huai was delighted, crisply answering, "Okay."

Shen Yanhe suppressed the spreading sadness in her heart, smiled at him, and got up, "For now, let your brother-in-law keep you company, I’ll go buy your clothes now."

Shen Huai nodded.

Fu Yanhe smiled at her tenderly, "Go on, I’m here with little Huai."

"Okay." Shen Yanhe nodded slightly, quickly walking out.

There wasn’t much time left, she wanted to fulfill Shen Huai’s wishes as soon as possible.

After she left, only Shen Huai and Fu Yanhe were left in the hospital room.

Shen Huai patted the bed and waved at him, "Brother-in-law, come sit here, I want to talk to you."

Fu Yanhe sat down beside him.

He looked at Fu Yanhe, silenced for a few seconds, then asked, "Brother-in-law, how long do I have?"

Fu Yanhe’s eyes were calm, "Two days."

"Two days, huh..." Shen Huai murmured softly, then flashed a brief smile, "That’s enough."

"Brother-in-law, I know you’re a good person." Shen Huai voluntarily reached out and grasped Fu Yanhe’s hand, his clear eyes filled with earnestness, "I don’t expect you to look after my sister forever, but I hope you can lend her a hand when she needs help."

He gave a bitter smile, "I haven’t lived with my sister for long in this lifetime, but I know she’s a strong person. She has suffered a lot for me before."

"The person I’m most concerned about is her. I hope you can treat her well in the future, though I don’t expect you to always protect her."

Shen Huai, with his clear understanding, had seen too many fickle people in the hospital and knew that people’s hearts can easily change in this world.

He didn’t dare to lightly ask Fu Yanhe to care for his sister for a lifetime.

He only dared to ask him to help when it was necessary.

Fu Yanhe’s eyes deepened like cold pools, he slowly nodded under Shen Huai’s earnest gaze, "I will, she is my life."

Shen Huai felt relieved, patted his shoulder, and beamed a brilliant smile, "Then I entrust my sister to you."

Fu Yanhe’s lips thinned slightly, "Okay."

As the two conversed, Shen Yanhe appeared carrying several bags with the letters FY, looking puzzled at them, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Fu Yanhe maintained his composure, stepped forward, and took the bags from her hand, "Shen Huai is a boy, you can’t help him change; let me do it."

Shen Yanhe released her grip, nodding, "Okay."

After Fu Yanhe helped Shen Huai change his clothes, Ye Min had also composed herself, arriving with a wheelchair.