Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 172: Sleeping Together

"What’s the method? Tell me!"

"You’re insane!" the other doctor tried to stop him. "Our professor rejected that proposal. We absolutely can’t try it!"

"This is a desperate situation! We have to try anything and everything!"

Shirley Wentworth said impatiently, "The two of you, stop speaking in riddles. If you have a solution, just spit it out!"

"It’s like this. This type of genetic disease is usually inherited from one of the parents. Since the young master’s condition is a blood disorder, a full blood transfusion might be able to cure it."

"A blood transfusion?" Shirley Wentworth frowned. "Are there any successful cases?"

"Of course not. It was just his proposal, but our professor rejected it. He suggested using blood from a close relative, but medically speaking, direct family members cannot give blood transfusions to each other. The risks are far too great."

"The genetic disease came from a direct family member, so using blood from anyone other than another direct family member will be useless! Miss Wentworth, please believe me. Just give me time to research, and I’m certain I can succeed. When the time comes, as long as you’re willing to do a blood transfusion for the young master, we can definitely save him!"

"If it can save my son, I’m willing to give him my blood!" Shirley Wentworth said firmly. "Go ahead with your research. Don’t worry about funding. If you succeed, I will reward you handsomely!"

"Thank you, Miss Wentworth." The doctor was thrilled. "I will definitely succeed! For now, I’ll need you to provide blood samples from you and the young master for my research."

"Alright, I’ll get them to you as soon as possible."

...

Vivian Quinn hadn’t been to school for several days. She spent every day holed up in the basement, researching medicinal herbs and repeatedly soaking her silver needles in them for experiments.

Elle’s condition had been relatively stable, but that night, he had a sudden attack when he got up to use the bathroom!

Nanny Jenner screamed in terror, "Someone, help! Get the madam, quickly!"

Startled awake, Vivian Quinn hastily threw on some clothes and rushed downstairs.

Elle had been carried back to his bed and was writhing in agony.

"Elle, don’t be scared. Vivian is here!"

Vivian soothed him while taking out her silver needles to perform acupuncture.

Elle was drenched in sweat. "Vivian, it hurts so much..."

"I know. Try to bear it and don’t move, or I might put the needles in the wrong place."

"Okay!" Elle obediently held still, but the pain made tears stream down his face.

Vivian’s heart ached for him as she continued the treatment.

After about ten minutes, the color slowly returned to Elle’s face.

"Elle..." Vivian removed the silver needles and hugged him, her heart filled with pity. "How do you feel now?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore."

"That’s good. You’re the bravest boy, Elle!"

"Vivian, I’m so tired."

"Then be a good boy and go to sleep. I’ll stay here with you."

"I want to sleep with you, Vivian."

"Okay, I’ll sleep with you." Vivian lay down, holding him. "Close your eyes. I’ll sing you a song."

"Okay."

Nanny Jenner watched from the side, wiping away tears of sympathy before quickly turning to leave.

Jett Sterling sat in his wheelchair, quietly watching them. Only after Elle had fallen asleep did he speak. "Vivian, the boy’s asleep. Let’s go back."

"I’m still worried." Vivian looked at Elle’s small hand clutching tightly to her clothes. "I’ll stay here and sleep with him. You can go back to our room by yourself."

"I’ll stay here with you."

"This bed is too small, and you’re not used to it."

"I don’t mind."

Vivian sighed in resignation. "How about I carry Elle to our room to sleep?"

Jett Sterling frowned. "No. He’s so clingy with you. If we let it happen once, it’ll happen again. What if he wants to sleep with us every night from now on?"

"Jett, Elle is your son. This is when he needs a father’s love most. You can’t just push him away like this." Vivian’s expression turned serious. "Besides, he’s so fragile right now. We need to take extra care of him. That settles it. Let’s go."

Jett Sterling: "..."

Elle was sound asleep. He stirred slightly when he was picked up but didn’t open his eyes. His hands just gripped the front of Vivian’s shirt tighter as he mumbled, "Vivian, stay with me..."

"I’m right here. We’re going to sleep now."

The two of them carried the child back to the master bedroom. Jett Sterling closed the door and looked at Elle, who had been placed in the middle of the bed. He frowned. "He’s sleeping in the middle?"

"Where else?" Vivian retorted. "Are you suggesting he sleep on the side? What if he rolls off?"

Jett Sterling didn’t argue with her. "It’s too late tonight. Let’s just go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Okay."

After the lights were turned off, silence fell over the master bedroom.

After a long while, the man slowly opened his eyes. By the warm, yellow glow of the nightlight, he gazed at the two people in front of him.

A small smile touched the man’s lips as he reached out to gently touch the girl’s face.

"Mmm..." In her sleep, Vivian Quinn raised a hand to push his away. "Stop messing around. Let’s sleep."

"Vivian, thank you," the man’s deep voice sounded softly. "Thank you for being willing to marry me."

"Mmm..."

...

「The next day.」

When Elle woke up and found himself in the master bedroom, he was overjoyed. He boasted to everyone he met, "I slept with Vivian last night!"

Ian Sterling’s mouth twitched. "What’s so great about that? I go to school with her every day."

"It is great! You don’t get to sleep with Vivian!" Elle declared, hands on his hips. "And based on our family status, you should be calling me ’Little Uncle’!"

Ian Sterling thought he was hearing things. "What did you say?"

"You call Vivian ’Little Auntie,’ and I’m her brother, so of course you have to call me ’Little Uncle’!"

Ian Sterling: "..."

Vivian Quinn laughed so hard her stomach hurt. "He’s not wrong, Ian. Go on, address him properly."

"This kid is crazy! I’m your older brother, and you have the nerve to tell me to call you ’Little Uncle’!"

Elle tattled, "Vivian, Ian isn’t respecting me!"

Ian Sterling was so mad he was about to hit him. "You little brat, who are you calling ’Ian’? I’ve been too nice to you, haven’t I?"

The two of them roughhoused, and the vast Sycamore Bay suddenly became much livelier.

Her morning classes were important, so Vivian Quinn didn’t want to miss them. After breakfast, she and Ian Sterling got ready to leave.

"Nanny Jenner," Vivian instructed, "I’ll be back for lunch in a few hours. Please take good care of Elle, tell the doctors not to slack off, and call me if anything happens."

"Don’t worry, Madam."

Vivian thought for a moment, then added, "We should let Shirley Wentworth know that Elle had an attack last night. She has a right to know. Please give her a call in a bit. If she wants to come see Elle, that’s fine too. We have no reason to stop her."

"Yes, Madam."

After her classes, Vivian Quinn came home right on time for lunch.

Before she even entered the house, she ran into Shirley Wentworth, who was on her way out.

They both stopped. Vivian was the first to speak. "Have you seen Elle?"

"Yes." Shirley Wentworth sized her up. "Is it a good time to talk for a moment?"

"Of course," said Vivian. "This way, please."