Chapter 65: Ch 65: Racing Hearts and Unwavering Support
Chapter 65: Ch 65: Racing Hearts and Unwavering Support
The elegant ambiance of Tianze seemed to fade into the background as Su Wanyan pressed the phone closer to her ear, her back still turned to the camera. Su Wanyan listened intently, her golden-rimmed glasses slightly askew from the tension. The gentle classical music continued playing softly, but it no longer registered in her mind.
The barrage on the live stream was clamoring for them to turn their mics back on, but unfortunately the two didn’t know, and even if they did, they wouldn’t turn it back on. Meanwhile, Su Wanyan’s focus was entirely on the chaotic sounds coming through the line—hurried footsteps, overlapping shouts, and the unmistakable edge of panic.
On the other end, she kept hearing frantic movement. "Call Doctor Su!" a man roared in the background, his voice raw with alarm. Relying on the original owner’s memories, that voice belonged to Doctor Li—the co-worker currently calling her. He had always been one of the calmest people in the department, rarely raising his voice unless the situation was truly dire. Su Wanyan’s frown deepened, worry welling up strongly in her chest.
"Hello?" Su Wanyan said again, her tone hurried and rising slightly with concern.
Mo Xingxue looked up at her, noticing how Su Wanyan’s hand had stopped patting her head the moment the call connected. Seeing the panic-stricken expression on Su Wanyan’s face, Mo Xingxue grew worried too. Still, she stayed quiet, merely watching with anxious eyes.
Because Su Wanyan’s attention was locked on the phone, she didn’t notice Mo Xingxue’s expression. Yet it was as if her body instinctively knew—her hand resumed its gentle patting on Mo Xingxue’s head, offering silent reassurance that she was still alright. Mo Xingxue pursed her lips, her heart warming at the touch. She couldn’t help but lean her head slightly into Su Wanyan’s hand, seeking comfort.
Meanwhile, the worry in Su Wanyan’s heart refused to ease. "Doctor Li, what’s the situation there?" she asked again, her voice louder and more commanding—a side of her that the public had rarely seen.
Finally, someone seemed to hear her on the other end. "Doctor Su!" a female voice exclaimed, hurried and panicked. "We need you here!"
Su Wanyan recognized the voice immediately—it was Nurse Xia, a young intern in her department. "Nurse Xia? What’s happening there?" she pressed, trying to keep her own panic in check. A doctor’s calm was crucial in emergencies; patients and staff alike needed steadiness.
"Doc-Doctor Su..... Shen Guoxing.. she....!" The nurse’s words were fragmented, choked with distress.
Su Wanyan couldn’t fully make out what she was trying to say, but she kept her tone gentle to avoid adding more pressure. "What’s wrong with Shen Guoxing?" she asked, the name bringing a flood of memories.
In the original owner’s memories, Shen Guoxing was a young girl diagnosed with Congenital Heart Disease (CHD)—a structural abnormality of the heart or its major blood vessels present at birth. It had developed during the first eight weeks of pregnancy. In Shen Guoxing’s specific case, it was Coarctation of the Aorta (CoA), a congenital narrowing of a portion of the aorta.
The story behind the child was heartbreaking. When Su Wanyan first found her, the baby had been abandoned in a box outside the clinic. At first, she thought it was kittens or puppies, but upon closer inspection, it was a fragile infant.
Shocked, Su Wanyan had rushed the baby inside for checks and discovered the severe CHD. She immediately took her to the hospital, where staff recognized the child and contacted the parents. The parents initially refused to take her back, citing poverty and the child’s poor prognosis.
After threats of involving the police and lengthy court proceedings, Su Wanyan became the child’s legal guardian. She hadn’t formally adopted her, wanting Shen Guoxing to have choices in her future, but she had poured resources into the best possible care at one of the family hospitals.
For five years, Su Wanyan had visited whenever she could—on holidays, birthdays, and rare days off—though her demanding work schedule limited those moments. Shen Guoxing had always understood and never held resentment, grateful for the care she received.
Su Wanyan had planned to spend more time with her during her next break, but then the original owner had suddenly signed up for this dating show....
Su Wanyan frowned, finding the timing increasingly suspicious. Why had the original owner joined the show so abruptly? And why had these memories about Shen Guoxing surfaced so delayed? Something felt hidden, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
She shook her head, refocusing. "What’s wrong with Shen Guoxing?" she demanded, her voice commanding as she sought clarity.
The nurse was cut off by sudden a long beep sound on the other end—an alarming, urgent tone. Su Wanyan’s heart dropped. "Hello? What’s happening there?!" she asked, losing all composure.
Mo Xingxue, who had been watching anxiously, stood up. "What’s wrong?" she asked worriedly, her voice laced with concern.
Su Wanyan looked at her, hesitation flashing across her face. She wanted to explain but the urgency on the phone pulled at her. "I may have to leave for a moment," she said, guilt heavy in her tone as she heard more shouts from the medical staff.
Mo Xingxue felt a sharp alarm at the word "leave," memories of the amusement park threatening to resurface. But she pushed through it bravely. "I’m coming with you," she said, her voice resolute. She didn’t want to be left behind again.
Su Wanyan looked at her with a complicated expression, then sighed. "Let’s go," she said, grabbing Mo Xingxue’s hand firmly. Together, they swiftly left Tianze, the elegant restaurant fading behind them as urgency carried them forward.
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The elegant facade of Tianze faded quickly behind them as Su Wanyan and Mo Xingxue stepped out into the late afternoon light.
The golden sun had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows across the paved entrance and warming the air with a gentle breeze that carried the faint scents of the city—blooming flowers from nearby planters, distant exhaust, and the lingering richness of fine dining.
Without a word, they climbed into their waiting van, the door sliding shut with a solid click that sealed them inside the quiet, leather-scented interior.
The driver glanced back at them in surprise, his eyebrows lifting at how early they had emerged from the restaurant. The crew and equipment were still inside, but Su Wanyan didn’t have time to explain. "Please drive to Jiankang Hospital," she said, her voice still edged with panic, hands trembling slightly as she clutched her phone.
The driver looked at the two women, then back toward Tianze where the others weren’t yet ready. Seeing the raw urgency on Su Wanyan’s face, he nodded obediently and pulled away from the curb without another question. The van accelerated smoothly into traffic, the city scenery beginning to blur past the windows.
Su Wanyan stared at the now-silent phone in her lap, the call having ended abruptly. She quickly dialed one of the family’s trusted drivers. It rang only twice before he picked up. "Young Lady?" he asked, clearly confused by the sudden call.
"Please drive to Tianze with one of the vans," Su Wanyan instructed, her tone hurried but clear. "Pick up the left staff there." The driver didn’t question her and simply confirmed he understood. She hung up and stared ahead at the road, her heart pounding heavily against her chest like a war drum.
Please be safe, please..... Su Wanyan prayed silently, her eyes watering as guilt crashed over her in waves. This is all my fault. Why didn’t I think of Shen Guoxing sooner? The child’s frail face from the memories flashed through her mind—the tiny baby left in a box, the long hospital stays, the quiet resilience despite everything. Her eyes stung fiercely, and her chest felt impossibly heavy.
Just then, she felt a warm hand interlacing with hers—it was Mo Xingxue. "It’s going to be alright," Mo Xingxue said softly, her voice steady and comforting even though she didn’t know the full details. She knew enough—someone Su Wanyan cared deeply for was in danger, and they were rushing to a hospital. That was all she needed to understand.
Su Wanyan looked at her with unshed tears shimmering in her eyes and nodded. "Yeah.. she’ll be okay. She’ll be okay," she murmured repeatedly, as if saying the words enough times might make them true. But Mo Xingxue could feel how Su Wanyan’s hand trembled in hers, the fear and self-blame radiating from her.
Mo Xingxue looked at the woman beside her—usually so gentle and composed—now repeating the reassurance like a lifeline. Her heart ached at the sight. Verbal comfort alone wouldn’t be enough. Instead, she tightened her grip on Su Wanyan’s hand, grounding her, reassuring her, silently telling her I’m here.
Su Wanyan’s murmurs paused. She tightened her own grip in return, clinging to Mo Xingxue’s hand as if it were her only anchor in the storm.
The ride continued in heavy silence, the city passing by in a blur of lights and buildings. Yet beneath the tension, something warm and hopeful bloomed quietly between the
—a steady presence, a shared strength, and the quiet promise that they would face whatever came next together.
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OMG, A FEW MORE ChapterS AND FINALLY A TIME SKIP! Also, how’d you like the new character, guys? Trust me, y’all will like her (and there’s more to her than meets the eye...)
Oh, and don’t tell AshesOT this, but she called y’all bottoms... I’m not kidding, she told me that she thinks that you’re all bottoms—submissive bottoms at that.
Anyway, this will be the last Chapter in the mansion! And finally, in the next few Chapters the main plot will finally begin. I’m so excited!!