Praying For Fate

Chapter 7.1

Su YuanHeng responded with an 'um' sound but didn't say anything. BeiTang MinQian suddenly regained his senses and asked, "Can he go on a long distance trip right now in his current condition?"

Qiu ZhiYuan stared blankly for moment, "What? Still wanting to go on a trip? Stop joking around."

Su YuanHeng uttered, "I just wanted to know if the baby's condition is stable right now?"

Qiu ZhiYuan looked at him and responded, "Still relatively stable. After all, it's five months along, but ......"

Su YuanHeng interjected, "Then that's good, don't worry. I'm also doctor, I know my limit."

BeiTang MinQian creased his brows and didn't say anything. Qiu ZhiYuan also knitted his brows.

Qiu ZhiYuan gave Su YuanHeng some medication and explained the precautions in detail. BeiTang MinQian listened very seriously, asking some questions from time to time.

Su YuanHeng was really exhausted and felt a bit drowsy. Once he got into the car, he immediately fell asleep.

The two returned home at night. Su YuanHeng went to bed very early but he didn't forget to remind BeiTang MinQian to take him to see his father tomorrow.

BeiTang MinQian is in a very difficult predicament that can't be expressed. Before leaving, Qiu ZhiYuan repeatedly warned him that it's best to not let Su YuanHeng go on any trips. But is it even possible to not let him go?

BeiTang MinQian had no other choices but to plan for the journey. The two left as planned early the next morning.

The location of the mental institution where Yan YuHeng is at is not that far from their city. Because of the concern over Su YuanHeng's health, they didn't want to take the train but instead drove themselves. Merely, taking a day to get there.

[AT THE MENTAL INSTITUTION]

Su YuanHeng felt a bit nervous and a bit excited. He didn't know how his father currently looks like, only that he has liver cancer that is in the terminal stage. There is not much time left.

Su YuanHeng felt indescribable sadness in his heart. Seeing the frail thin figure on the sick bed, he almost collapsed.

Yan YuHeng was holding his knees, sitting on the bed with his head tilted, looking out the windows, murmuring to himself.

No one knew what he is saying nor did anyone cared about the words of a crazy man.

Su YuanHeng stood at the door, not moving.

BeiTang MinQian stood silently behind him. After a while, he said softly, "Go on in, I'll be with you."

Su YuanHeng didn't know how he got into the room. It felt as if a century had past when he finally got to his father's bedside.

Looking at the strange yet familiar face, his tears uncontrollable fell.

"Father....."

Just by merely saying that, it embodied so many years of longing and resentment.

Yan YuHeng turned and looked at Su YuanHeng. He smiled and turned his head back to the windows.

He didn't seem to understand what was said, nor could he recognize the person in front of him.

Su YuanHeng walked slowly toward him and probingly put his hand on his shoulder, softly uttering, "Father......do you recognize me? I'm...... Xiao Li......"

Yan YuHeng had no reaction as he continue to stare blankly out the windows.

Su YuanHeng felt that a heavy boulder is pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to catch his breadth.

BeiTang MinQian patted him and whispered, "Don't get too agitated. There's no point. The doctor mentioned that he could no longer recognize anyone. Actually, it's better this way. His illness is not aggressive, just that he's immersed in his own world."

Su YuanHeng bit his lip to suppress his soft cries and quietly asked, "How long has he been here? Who brought him here?"

"About seven to eight years. All this time, I didn't know about your past so I never deliberately looked into it. I only got this news recently. His painting friend brought him here. His medical expenses in the past years were also paid by this person."

Su YuanHeng was stunned and lost in thought. After a long while, he slowly asked, "How much more time does he still have?"

BeiTang MinQian was silent for a moment, then responded, "The doctor said about a month or so."

At this moment, Yan YuHeng suddenly turned around and gave them a deflated smile.

Su YuanHeng felt a piercing pain in his heart. After a long while, he said with difficulty, "I want to get him discharge."

BeiTang MinQian didn't say anything.

Su YuanHeng added, "I want to take him home and take care of him."

"But your condition right now is not suitable. How are you going to take care of him? Adding on, the hospital has all the adequate equipment, leaving him here......"

"No! I am taking him home." Su YuanHeng interjected lightly. "I am a doctor myself. I know how to take care of a......terminal cancer patient." He said the last few words with extreme difficulty.

"He doesn't have much time left and you also said that his illness is not threatening." Su YuanHeng looked up at BeiTang MinQian, who was standing beside him, deeply pleading, "Help me. Let me take him home......"

Seeing Su YuanHeng like this, BeiTang MinQian could not refuse. Looking into the pair of pleading soft pitch-black eyes displaying such helplessness, what can he say?

He pondered over it carefully, looking at the bone-thin Yan YuHeng on the sick bed, he finally nodded and agreed, "Fine."

Su YuanHeng softly smiled at him and appreciatively held his hand.

They got Yan YuHeng discharged from the hospital without any issues. For one reason, the patient didn't have many days left and with BeiTang MinQian's influence, this matter was handled very quickly.