Chapter 27 - Deeply In Love With You [Quick Transmigration]

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Chapter 27: Let's Give It A Try (1)

 

 

"It's them…" Lin Heng whispered from behind Zong Que, his heartbreak momentarily pushed aside.

 

He fumbled for his phone. Brother Hai struck his club against the ground and sneered, "I'd think twice about calling the cops. Even if they arrive in five minutes, that's more than enough time for us to turn you both into mincemeat."

 

His bloodshot eyes burned with feral madness. He clearly had nothing left to care about.

 

Lin Heng's heart clenched. Zong Que reached back and gently took hold of his wrist, pulling him closer until they were practically pressed together. He slid the phone between them and switched it to silent mode.

 

"There's no real grudge between us," Zong Que said, eyes sweeping across the men slowly surrounding them. "You're only here for money. How much do you want?"

 

Lin Heng's call went through. He held his breath as he stared at the men in front of him.

 

"You two don't have enough on you." Brother Hai let out a cold laugh. "I'm not looking to hurt anyone… but if you don't get in the car yourselves, I don't mind breaking a few bones first."

 

His accounts were frozen; he was a dog with nowhere to run. If he wanted to flee the country, he'd have to rely on the Lin family's concern for their son. With a hostage in hand, even the police would hesitate.

 

"We'll get in the car ourselves," Zong Que said as he gave Lin Heng's wrist a squeeze.

 

Lin Heng frowned slightly as the grip released, and the moment he was nudged backward, Brother Hai and his men raised their clubs and rushed in.

 

"But since you've called the cops," Brother Hai snarled, his face twisted with malice, "I guess we'll have to break something first!"

 

Lin Heng stumbled back a few steps, watching Zong Que grip a club. He quickly turned off silent mode on the phone.

 

From the other end, a voice answered, "Hello? Please keep yourself safe—"

 

"Songshi and Baiyang intersection!" Lin Heng blurted, voice taut with urgency.

 

Zong Que moved swiftly, kicking Brother Hai hard in the knee joint, instantly disabling him. The man collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

 

Clubs swung from all sides, but Zheng Jiang and the others intercepted the attackers. The scene devolved into chaos—clubs clattered to the ground, and one after another, Brother Hai's men were knocked out, groaning in agony.

 

"Kid's got some moves," Zheng Jiang muttered as he dislocated a man's shoulder, the scream practically piercing the night sky.

 

"I've learned some hand-to-hand combat." Zong Que dodged a punch from behind and slammed his elbow into the attacker's gut. Before the man could recover, he flipped him with a shoulder throw, pinned him to the ground with a club, and locked him in place.

 

The sound of police sirens grew louder, echoing through the night, now just moments away. Lin Heng, who had been backing away, finally stopped. Watching Zong Que's fluid, precise movements, he felt his heart settle a little.

 

In the end, evil could never truly triumph over good.

 

Suddenly, a car's headlights flared on—high beams blinding and merciless. Lin Heng instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes. Through the slits between his fingers, he saw a man in the driver's seat with a twisted expression, flooring the gas pedal and speeding toward the crowd. Zong Que stood directly in the path.

 

The car thundered over the curb, crushing some of the fallen men beneath its tires.

 

Zong Que released his hold on one of the attackers and dodged aside—just in time to see a figure hurl toward him from the corner of his eye.

 

The lights were blinding, but the boy's eyes held no fear—only fierce resolve.

 

Two figures tumbled across the road, narrowly avoiding the high beams that grazed Lin Heng's leg by a hair's breadth.

 

The vehicle's momentum was too great. Though it veered toward the road, the tires lost traction, sending it crashing into a large roadside tree. The entire front half of the car crumpled in an instant, the impact reverberating violently through the night.

 

"Lin Heng!" Zong Que caught him just in time, arms wrapping around the boy who was pale with pain, drenched in cold sweat, nearly passing out.

 

Even if fate missed its mark, destiny still had its cruel sense of humor.

 

The police arrived. Officers poured from the cars. As one approached to ask what had happened, Zong Que hoisted Lin Heng up from the ground. "Take him to the hospital—now!"

 

"Get in," the officer said, carefully helping them into the vehicle.

 

"What happened here?" another officer called out, taking charge of the scene.

 

"I'll explain." Zheng Jiang said, getting up from the ground with a few scrapes and walking over.

 

Several people were loaded into police vans. Sirens howled again as paramedics rushed in with stretchers, quickly wheeling the injured into emergency care.

 

Zong Que sat in the hospital corridor, hands stained with dried blood—remnants of what had flowed from Lin Heng's body. The memory of that warmth still lingered in his palms.

 

He could've dodged that car—but then he would've been the one injured. And instead, Lin Heng had thrown himself into harm's way.

 

He didn't have to take the blow, but Lin Heng did it without hesitation.

 

[Host, don't worry. If you're afraid he'll have lasting damage, you can use the recovery serum.] 1314 spoke softly.

 

[Use it now.] Zong Que still remembered Lin Heng's pale face, the sweat breaking over his skin as he bore the pain, unable to speak a word. [The wound can be healed, but the pain… that's something only he can endure.]

 

[But his heart is definitely satisfied, because he saved the one he loves.] 1314 comforted. [And if you were in danger, host, he'd do it again without a second thought.]

 

But Zong Que wasn't sure if he could say the same. Maybe he'd have saved someone for the sake of the mission, or because he'd calculated he could succeed. But Lin Heng—just a student—he hadn't hesitated, hadn't thought twice.

 

Was love truly worth that much? Worth risking one's life?

 

A doctor emerged from the exam room, holding a clipboard. "Who's the family of Lin Heng?"

 

Zong Que stepped forward. "How is he?"

 

"He has a fracture. We'll need to put in a metal plate. He already signed the consent form himself. We just need a family member to pay the surgical fee," the doctor said, looking at him. "Are his parents here?"

 

"I'll cover the medical costs," Zong Que said, taking the form.

 

"All right, quickly then." The doctor nodded.

 

After the fee was paid and Zong Que washed his hands, he hadn't sat long outside the operating room when Lin Heng's parents arrived in a rush.

 

"How's Lin Heng?" Mother Lin asked anxiously as soon as she spotted the operating room—and then Zong Que.

 

"Fractured leg. He's in surgery now," Zong Que stood up and said. "The doctor assured me that with proper treatment, there won't be any lasting effects."

 

"That's good… that's good." Mother Lin finally let out a breath, setting her bag down and nearly collapsing into the seat beside her. "Thank you."

 

"He got hurt protecting me. The car only grazed his leg because he threw himself forward. I'll take responsibility for what comes next," Zong Que said calmly.

 

"I've gotten the rough details. It wasn't your fault—you don't need to blame yourself," Father Lin said. Though his hair was a little disheveled, his demeanor was composed. While comforting his wife, he added, "Those people were out of control."

 

His bodyguards had reported back quickly—that's how they got here so fast. The situation had been far beyond what two students could handle alone.

 

"We can't let them get away this time," Mother Lin said, her voice shaking slightly. "We were lucky this time… there can't be a next."

 

"I know. Don't worry," Father Lin soothed her.

 

Zong Que sat quietly nearby, his gaze resting on the glowing red light above the operating room. Beside him, Lin Heng's parents were still talking.

 

"Let's not make too big a deal about Lin Heng's injury. Too much attention won't be good for his future," Mother Lin said softly.

 

He'd taken third place representing the country—a young genius with a bright future. If this incident became public knowledge, it could severely disrupt his life.

 

"I'll report this to the higher-ups. We'll crack down hard on incidents like this. I'll keep our son safe," Father Lin promised. "You don't need to worry, okay?"

 

"I want not to worry…" Mother Lin took a shaky breath, and tears glistened in her eyes. "He just turned eighteen. I was going to throw him a birthday celebration—and instead, we're spending it in a hospital."

 

So it was his birthday today.

 

Ten months of pregnancy—a child's birthday is the date a mother remembers best.

 

The life she had nurtured had entered the world on this day, and nearly left it on the very same one. How could her heart not break?

 

The light above the operating room had stayed red for what felt like an eternity. Then, in a long-awaited instant, it turned green.

 

As Zong Que rose, Lin Heng's parents rushed over the moment the doctor stepped out. "Doctor! I'm his mother—how is he?"

 

"The surgery went very well. He'll be wheeled out shortly," the doctor said, removing his mask. "Don't worry."

 

Zong Que stood behind the pair, watching the relief spread across their faces. He took a quiet step back.

 

Lin Heng had grown up in a home full of love. The one who had hurt him was already in custody, and he would recover—go on to find someone who loved him truly and wholeheartedly.

 

Mutual love is always better than a one-sided longing. At least, his parents had proven that.

 

That person could be anyone… but it would not be him.

 

The hospital bed was rolled out.

 

The boy lying atop it was clearly conscious. His leg had been wrapped in a thick cast, but his expression was calm.

 

"Hengheng, how does your leg feel? Does it hurt?" Mother Lin asked gently.

 

"It just feels numb now, not painful," Lin Heng said. His hair was still damp, but his smile was soft. "Don't worry, I'll be fine in no time."

 

"You've got guts—signing the consent form by yourself right after turning eighteen." Mother Lin pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the remaining sweat from his face.

 

"The earlier the treatment, the better the recovery," Lin Heng said, giving her hand a light tug. "Don't cry, okay? I haven't cried yet."

 

"You silly child," she said, laughing through her tears. "You're the one hurt, and still comforting others."

 

"Excuse me, we need to take the patient to his room now," a nurse interjected. "Also, the hospitalization paperwork needs to be handled."

 

"It's done already," Zong Que said, handing over the documents.

 

If there was going to be treatment, then of course there would be a hospital stay. He had taken care of the fees while handling everything else.

 

"Great." The nurse glanced at the forms. "Everything's in order."

 

Lin Heng's gaze drifted to Zong Que, landing on him with soft, glistening eyes. He was safe—that alone was enough.

 

Zong Que, sensing his stare, looked back at the boy lying in the hospital bed, his expression gentle. "Thank you. Focus on getting better."

 

"A thank-you isn't worth much if it's just words, is it?" Lin Heng said with a smile.

 

He knew he should let go. But once he did, he might never get another chance in this lifetime.

 

Rather than suffer in silence, he'd take one last shot.

 

"What do you want me to do?" Zong Que asked.

 

"My parents are busy with work. I don't want a nurse," Lin Heng said, meeting his gaze. "I'd feel awkward around a stranger."

 

So let him take advantage of that gentle heart, just this once.

 

"I understand," Zong Que replied.

 

After all, Lin Heng was injured because of him. Taking care of him was the least he could do.

 

Their eyes met in silence. Mother Lin wiped her tears and instinctively looked to her husband, who gently patted her shoulder in comfort.

 

Lin Heng was placed in a private hospital room, where everything had already been arranged. Father Lin called Zong Que out for a moment, while Mother Lin sat by the bedside, soaking a cloth to wipe the sweat from her son's face and neck.

 

"For now, just use the hospital bedding and supplies. I'll bring your own things—fresh linens and daily essentials—tomorrow."

 

She knew her son had a bit of a cleanliness streak. But even his clothes weren't his own today.

 

"Mm." Lin Heng took the damp cloth and said, "Mom, I can wipe myself."

 

"Alright." She let go and looked at her still-pale son. "Are you sure you don't want to hire a nurse?"

 

Lin Heng turned his eyes toward her. A mother knows her child's heart best—but sometimes, a child understands their mother too. "Mom… I like him."

 

"You're really not afraid I'd disapprove, are you?" she sighed.

 

"Would you?" he asked quietly.

 

"No," she said, stroking his head gently. "To love or be loved—both are beautiful things, and they have nothing to do with gender. You've already grown into such a brilliant and hardworking young man. If I were to keep demanding more, even heaven would think I was being unfair. You're an adult now. It's your life to live. I'll always offer advice, but I won't interfere."

 

Lin Heng smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

 

His mother asked softly, "But he doesn't love you back, does he?"

 

Lin Heng's eyes dimmed a little. He could still remember the sharp sting of rejection—the way it felt like his heart was being torn open, all his emotions being ripped out and discarded.

 

"Mm," he murmured.

 

"Son, don't force love. If it isn't mutual, it will only hurt you—and him," his mother said. "You'll meet many people in your life. One day, you may find someone who feels the same as you do."

 

"Mom, it's not about forcing. I just want to try one more time—bravely." Lin Heng's smile was gentle. "If I back down the moment things get hard, I'll miss someone important. He's worth one last try."

 

"Alright. As long as it's your decision." His mother stood and smiled. "Just don't let yourself suffer too much. Get some rest—I'm going back to get your things."

 

"Mm. Be careful on the way, Mom," Lin Heng said.

 

"I will." She opened the door and stepped out.

 

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