Chapter 663

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White Night said, "You did the psychological assessment on Xiao Bai. You should know under what circumstances he would want to commit suicide. Regardless of the reason, one thing is certain: his mental health has been severely damaged and he feels厭棄 towards this world. His psychological reports have always been excellent; the healthier and stronger he was, the worse it would be once he collapsed. After his injury heals, he will need to detox, treat his wounds, recover, and face many issues. He will become irritable, isolated, self-hating, and plagued by memories of his imprisonment. The physical strain and psychological trauma are overwhelming, making recovery difficult. Therefore, Xiao Bai won't be as cheerful as before; he won't be your source of joy anymore."

"As long as he's alive," Mo Jue said. Mo Yao was holding his head in the corner while Shiyi held onto his hand to prevent him from hurting himself. Mo Yao kept blaming himself, "It's all my fault... it's all my fault..."

“Whose fault doesn’t matter; what’s important is that he’s alive. Besides the infection on his thigh, Xiao Bai has also contracted drugs, which I suspect are quite severe. We’ll have to wait for Su Man’s report,” White Night said with a grave expression.

Moe Yue asked, "How severe"

"Xiao Bai's organ functions are all abnormal: liver, kidneys, heart, stomach... his organs are failing, especially his lungs; there is significant bleeding," White Night continued. "If it’s drug-related, I wonder how he will detox."

Ye Wei looked extremely distressed. “He can’t stop using drugs. Continuing to use them will eventually drain his body and lead to death from organ failure. If he stops, he won't be able to endure the agony of withdrawal.”

White Night nodded gravely; that was essentially correct.

Mo Jue frowned; even Mo Yao, who rarely showed emotion, began to worry.

"Go and see if your virus is working," Ye Wei impatiently pushed him away. White Night held her shoulders tenderly as he used to. "Weiwei, don’t be upset. I’ll do my best to give you a healthy son."

“Go check on him,” said Ye Wei. White Night nodded and entered the ward. Ye Wei returned to the courtyard where Mo Yao recounted what happened with Berlin. He did not hide the fact that he had beaten Xiao Bai; he wished Ye Wei would hit him, which might make him feel better.

Ye Wei simply said it was fine and leaned against a fountain impassively.

She didn't like to dwell on past mistakes after something happened. She preferred prevention over cure and dealt with issues through violence rather than self-blame or guilt. She rarely felt remorseful, being quite extreme in nature.

Now she only wanted revenge for her son; virtues such as forgiveness and tolerance were foreign concepts to Ye Wei.

White Night was relieved that the virus had stabilized just enough to save Xiao Bai’s leg. Originally, he hoped it would buy him time to find a better method of treatment for Xiao Bai's leg. Now, his efforts had succeeded.

Xiaobai's legs didn't need to be amputated. He used the best medicine on Xiaobai, trying his utmost to make him regain consciousness. Suman completed her analysis of the drugs and spent a whole day doing it; it was highly pure neurotoxic drugs carrying viruses that rapidly deteriorate human organs. This means every injection of drugs would cause one more viral attack on all of Xiaobai's organs.

The drugs alleviated his pain but accelerated the decline in his physical condition, so during this time he hardly ever regained consciousness and was as soft and limp as a noodle with no strength at all.

The drugs had drained him completely. Moyao felt deeply guilty because he didn't know that the drug would cause such severe harm. He had given Xiaobai injections of the drug for so many days, which explained why Xiaobai was always in a daze.

Suman said, "What you did was right; you had to inject him with drugs because his body couldn't withstand the agony caused by the drugs. This is the only way. I'll research how to help him quit."

"Can he quit"

Suman thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know!"

Moyao closed his eyes in despair. If even Suman didn't have any hope, could he still hold onto it He rescued him from the lion's den but not to let him die at home; he couldn't allow Xiaobai to die.

"Can I use my veins" Moyao asked.

Suman said, "No good!"

Baiye was sympathetic towards Moyao. Among the next generation of children in the city, his favorite was Xiaobai. He also heard about what happened between Xiaobai and Moyao and felt very compassionate toward them. To see them like this now made Baiye's heart ache.

He had been through hard times with Suman over the years but never felt so despondent before.

"Moyao, don't lose hope," Baiye said. "Even though I can't guarantee anything, you still need to hold onto hope."

"I know," Moyao replied.

Suman and Baiye worked together on a plan for helping Xiaobai quit the drugs. The next morning, Xiaobai woke up; as soon as he opened his eyes, Ye Wei and Mo Jue were by his bedside. He felt like it was an illusion, and Ye Wei held his hand: "Xiaobai, who am I"

"Mommy..."

Ye Wei heaved a sigh of relief, as the virus was said to affect the nervous system, and she had been worried that Ye Wei would really wake up like a blank slate. "Do you feel better now"

The blank slate didn’t respond; instead, his gaze shifted around. Xi and Mo Ye were by the bedside but there was no sign of Mo Yao. Xi said, "White Night went to look for Mo Yao. He’ll be here soon."

Mojue said, "You’ll be fine."

The blank slate looked at his father without saying a word. Mojue felt somewhat awkward; this was as far as he could go in comforting others. Even though he was very worried that the blank slate would die, he couldn’t find any words to comfort him.

The blank slate’s gaze swept over everyone but didn’t speak. When Xi and Mo Ye or Ye Wei talked to him, he didn’t reply much. He seemed exhausted, with no trace of a smile on his face, looking pale and gaunt. If this had been an ordinary injury, Ye Wei would have taken pictures for future teasing about how weak Mo Bai was. But she wasn’t in the mood for that now; everyone sensed something different about the blank slate— he was very quiet...

The blank slate used to suffer severe injuries and fall into a coma for days on end. When he woke up, he would try his best to act as if nothing had happened by looking for someone to beat up, and he would use cheerful tones when talking and joking with them, pretending that he hadn’t been injured.

He always managed to make the people around him laugh; Xi thought sadly that whenever they were in a bad mood, the blank slate could always make them laugh. But how could they get the blank slate to smile when his face was expressionless

How could they be the source of joy for the blank slate

"Blank Slate, do you want to talk with Mom" Ye Wei said; her tough exterior gave way to rare tenderness that even Mojue felt a pang of jealousy. Although he knew it wasn’t right, he still felt jealous because she had never been so gentle or tender with him when he was injured.

The blank slate found the voice distant and blurry, making it hard for him to hear clearly; he didn’t want to move at all and just wanted to sleep. So he closed his eyes again. Xi said, "He’s very tired, Weiwei, let him rest."

Mo Ye said, "The blank slate... really has changed."

The tone of his voice was grave. Baiye came over to check on the blank slate; when he opened his eyes, Mo Yao was already beside him. The blank slate felt inexplicably reassured and moved his foot but found that it had no sensation. He asked, "Did I move my leg"

Mo Yao said, "It’s fine, don’t worry, everything is fine."

"Why can’t I feel anything" The blank slate widened his eyes in alarm. Baiye spoke gently, "I gave you medicine that temporarily numbs your legs and causes a loss of sensation. Once the effects wear off, you’ll start to feel pain again."

"Really

"It's true." Eleven showed him a photo, saying, "Look, both legs are fine; no amputation has been done. Baiye said there wouldn't be any."

When Little White saw the photo, he finally felt at ease. Mo Yao looked at him with utmost tenderness, and everyone spoke to him cautiously for fear of hurting his heart. Ye Wei and Eleven, as well as Mo Jue and Mo Yue, were not accustomed to treating a child this way. But Baiye's order was to comply with everything Little White said, speak gently to him, and treat him like a child.

Ye Wei found it strange; when did she start treating Little White as an adult She had always seen him as her silly little boy who hadn't grown up yet.

"I don’t want to see you," Little White said with his eyes closed. There was no expression on his face, and there was not even a fluctuation in his voice. Ye Wei’s eyes widened; she subconsciously wanted to get angry, but Baiye stopped her and shook his head. After closing his eyes, Little White did not open them again.

Mo Yao asked, "Do I also fall into that category"

Little White didn't say anything; Baiye said, "Everyone except Mo Yao should leave."

Ye Wei was displeased, saying, "Baiye..."

"Weiwei, you should go out," Baiye said in a low voice. Ye Wei walked out head-on, and Eleven, Mo Jue, and Mo Yue followed suit. Ye Wei felt extremely uncomfortable inside; she hurt deeply when Little White refused to see her.

Brat, brat, little brat, once he recovers, I'll teach him a lesson.

Mo Yue said, "I can understand if someone in my condition doesn't want to see you guys."

"What logic," Eleven said with a dismissive lip curl. A man's pride was indeed hard to comprehend.

A tear slid down the corner of Little White’s eye, making Mo Yao feel uncomfortable; Baiye stroked his face and said, "Don't be sad, Mommy won’t blame you. Just cooperate with Uncle obediently, and you’ll definitely recover."

"I won’t," Little White said. "I saw someone die of a drug overdose right in front of me, I saw how he died, and I don’t want to end up like that."

Baiye smiled and said, "With me around, dying isn't so easy. Open your eyes; let me check you over.nd gives a sense of superiority.This explained why domestic artists were eager for opportunities to attend international events and why foreign celebrities felt honored to be part of fashion shows abr...