Chapter 309 – My Dear CEO Wife – Awakening (09)
Wen Changhe stayed by the boy’s side the whole time. He had never felt time pass so agonizingly. The clock on the wall ticked away, each tick like a knock on his heart.
Please wake up soon. Please.
Wen Changhe silently prayed to heaven, his mind racing.
What if he doesn’t wake up? Will he never see him again? How will he help Tang Tang recover if he does wake up…?
The sun was high in the sky, and the hospital was beginning to fill with people. Faint footsteps echoed from downstairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Bai arrived at the hospital and saw Wen Changhe sitting by the bed, holding their son’s hand.
“Mr. Wen, you came so early,” they greeted him.
Since they were Bai Tang’s parents, Wen Changhe couldn’t ignore them. He patiently spoke with them.
“Yes, I just wanted to see Tang Tang.”
“Mr. Wen, you’re so kind. If Tang Tang wakes up, I’ll definitely bring him to thank you in person. I could never repay your great kindness, no matter what I do…” Mr. Bai was slowly accepting reality, but Mrs. Bai still clung to hope. The child she had carried for nine months—her own flesh and blood—she loved Bai Tang more than anyone else.
After a long while, the three of them talked until there was nothing left to say. At that moment, Bai Tang’s soul finally merged perfectly with his body. His curled eyelashes trembled slightly—signs of waking up.
Wen Changhe was the first to notice. He pressed the call button by the bedside, startling Mr. and Mrs. Bai.
“Has something happened to Tang Tang?” they asked anxiously. To them, calling a doctor usually meant something worse.
Before Wen Changhe could answer, tears were already streaming down Mrs. Bai’s face.
“Uncle, Auntie—Tang Tang might be waking up,” Wen Changhe said without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the boy.
Mr. Bai stepped forward and saw his son’s fingers move. Overjoyed, he turned to his wife.
“Quick, quick! Call the doctor—Tang Tang’s waking up, he’s waking up!”
Having recently learned about vegetative-state patients, Mr. Bai knew that Bai Tang was likely regaining consciousness.
Hearing this, Mrs. Bai quickly wiped her tears and rushed to the door to call the doctor.
Amid everyone’s anticipation, the boy on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, his vision clearing.
Bai Tang’s parents wept with joy as the doctor and nurses hurried in to examine him.
“How many is this?” The doctor held up two fingers and waved them in front of Bai Tang.
Many people in a vegetative state experience intellectual impairment upon waking. They weren’t sure if the boy would develop dementia, especially since the car accident had damaged his brain.
Bai Tang paused, unsure of what the doctor meant.
Seeing this, the doctor sighed almost imperceptibly. He turned to Wen Changhe and Bai’s parents.
“Please accept my condolences. The patient may—”
“Tang Tang can’t speak,” Wen Changhe interrupted coldly. Bai Tang didn’t understand what the doctor was asking, but Wen Changhe did. Did they think Bai Tang was stupid just because he couldn’t talk?
The doctor was taken aback. A nurse leaned in and whispered something in his ear.
“I’m sorry, that was my oversight,” the doctor said apologetically. He had forgotten that the patient was mute.
The reason Bai Tang had woken up so late was that the two systems had given him a full physical examination and even treated some of his old ailments with their healing abilities.
His inability to speak stemmed from a childhood trauma that had caused him to lose his voice.
But with two systems protecting him, Bai Tang’s speech was no longer a problem.
“Ah… ah… ha…” Years of silence made his pronunciation difficult.
The hoarse sound that reached everyone’s ears was undoubtedly a huge surprise.
Bai’s parents were the most shocked.
“Tang Tang, you—you can speak! You can speak!”
They had thought their son’s life would end like this, never expecting he would turn misfortune into a blessing—surviving the car accident and even regaining his voice.
The boy sat on the white hospital bed, sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains. A golden halo illuminated his serene, beautiful face as he smiled softly, making him seem almost otherworldly.
The accompanying nurse clutched her pounding heart, her gaze fixed on the boy.
Before, when he was unconscious—his eyes closed, his face covered in abrasions that obscured his features—she had thought he was merely lucky to receive the care of someone as powerful as the CEO of the Wen Group. Now she realized how wrong she had been.
Who wouldn’t cherish such a little angel? If it were her, she would cherish him even more.
“Ah… He… He…” Bai Tang was still practicing his pronunciation but found that no matter how he tried, he couldn’t speak fluently. He pouted in frustration.
“Tang Tang, don’t be discouraged,” Qiu’er said gently. “Your body is like this because you haven’t used your vocal cords for too long. It’s not an illness. Just talk more in the future—it’ll slowly get better.”
This situation was normal, and Qiu’er could only comfort him.
Xiao A added, “Host, don’t be discouraged. Your body is perfectly normal now. You’ve just been lying in bed for a while, so your body might feel weak. It’s recommended that you don’t get out of bed or walk around yet, to avoid falling…”
Reflected in his brown eyes were the faces of Wen Changhe and Bai’s parents. Bai Tang focused on them.
“Dad… Dad… Mom… Mom…”
“Tang Tang… Tang Tang, you can speak, you can…” Bai’s mother almost sobbed uncontrollably.
The doctor also considered it a medical miracle; it’s rare for a person in a vegetative state to wake up—and now he could even speak.
He told Wen Changhe and Bai’s parents, “I suggest the patient undergo a full-body examination, focusing mainly on the brain and throat.”
Bai Tang knew he was fine, but his parents and Wen Changhe didn’t. For the sake of his health, they ignored his tearful objections and pushed him into the examination room.
He really disliked physical examinations. The doctor would touch and prod him, checking his bones, his eyes, his mouth—by the end of it all, Bai Tang was completely exhausted.
Being healthy didn’t mean he wasn’t weak.
Now, Bai Tang was still frail. As soon as he got out of bed, his legs felt like they were broken, unable to support his weight, and he collapsed to the floor.
“Tang Tang!” With his long legs, Wen Changhe rushed forward and caught him, preventing an intimate collision with the ground.
“Ah… He…” The boy pouted, his dependence on his husband clearly showing.
“Doctor, what’s wrong with Tang Tang?” Bai Tang could speak, but not fluently, so Wen Changhe voiced the question for him, helping him into a chair.
“This is normal,” the doctor explained. “Lying down for too long can cause muscle atrophy. Fortunately, he hasn’t been bedridden for too long—just over a month. Weakness in the limbs is normal. With proper nutrition and exercise, he’ll gradually recover.”
Since it was normal, Bai’s parents were finally relieved.
Bai Tang had woken up today, but he still needed to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days.
Now, Bai’s parents no longer had to worry every day. Their son’s awakening made them happier than anyone else, and they immediately called their relatives to share the good news.
Following the doctor’s instructions, Wen Changhe massaged Bai Tang’s muscles, currently working on his legs.
Bai Tang was ticklish, and soon the room was filled with laughter.
“It’s so good. I’m not dreaming. This is the warm, real Tang Tang.” The ward was quiet and sunlit. Wen Changhe pulled the boy into his arms, feeling his warmth, and his heart finally settled.
“A He~” Bai Tang had spoken a lot today, and pronouncing a few simple words and forms of address was no longer difficult.
After drinking some water, the boy’s voice was no longer hoarse. His soft, sweet tone carried a faint milky warmth that seemed to melt into the air.
“I’m here, and you’re here too.” Wen Changhe grinned foolishly. He kissed the boy’s cheek, and the boy turned slightly to return the kiss.
When Bai’s mother returned, Bai Tang had already been moved to the balcony to sunbathe, while Wen Changhe was gently massaging his shoulders.
A woman’s intuition—though often irrational—is rarely wrong.
She felt something was off about Wen Changhe’s behavior, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Just then, Mr. Bai came back with Bai Tang’s report, and Mrs. Bai pushed aside her strange feeling for the moment.
“How is it?” she asked.
“The doctor said everything’s fine—nothing’s wrong. He’ll be observed for another week, and if everything’s alright, he can be discharged.”
On the balcony, Wen Changhe and Bai Tang smiled at each other, their hands clasped together where Bai’s parents couldn’t see.
The incident at the hospital couldn’t be kept from the Wen family, of course. Mother Wen thought to herself, Master Li’s words were indeed true.
After returning from the hospital, Mother Wen went to see Master Li. Master Li said, “That child is Wen Changhe’s benefactor. Treat him well, or Wen Changhe’s life may be in danger.”
Mother Wen was shocked. She had always believed deeply in Master Li’s words, yet she didn’t want her son’s life to be tied to someone else’s.
Master Li had told her that Bai Tang would wake up soon. If his words proved true, she would trust his prediction; if not, she planned to give Bai Tang some money and send him away.
When the news of Bai Tang’s awakening reached the Wen family, Mother Wen’s hand, which was holding a teacup, trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled onto the back of her hand.
“Mom, be careful! What are you thinking about? You seem distracted—you almost burned yourself.” Wen Changrou quickly took the teacup from her mother. She had been speaking loudly on the phone with Wen Changhe, and her mother had overheard the news—but Mother Wen was more concerned with Master Li’s prophecy.
“Nothing. What did you say? Bai Tang woke up, right?” Mother Wen pulled a wet wipe from the table and wiped her hand.
“Yes, thank goodness Bai Tang is finally awake. I don’t have to worry anymore. Mom, why don’t we go to the hospital to see him? He got into that car accident because of me…”
Mother Wen didn’t hear much of what Wen Changrou said after that. It wasn’t until Wen Changrou called her several times that she finally came back to her senses.
“Ah, to the hospital? Sure.”