Death Progress Bar 126
by GoldBerry · February 6, 2024
Red String
The day before the real drug therapy started, under Uncle Long’s arrangement, Lian Jun moved downstairs to the ward next to the laboratory. Shi Jin accompanied him.
Shi Jin pulled out the foldable bed for caregivers. While making it up, he realized that since they met, Lian Jun slept in this type of bed several times to take care of him, but he’d never once had the opportunity to do the same for Lian Jun.
Even though it was obviously Lian Jun who was the one with worse health…
< JinJin, that’s actually a good thing. It proves that you’ve been taking a good care of Darling so he’s never needed to stay in the hospital! > Xiao Si quickly comforted, trying to ease Shi Jin’s anxiety and worry.
Shi Jin snapped out of his daze and finished folding the blanket. He glanced at the already made up patient bed and rubbed his face to perk himself up. “Yeah, and let’s keep it up! I hope this will be the first and last time I see Lian Jun in a hospital bed.”
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That night, Shi Jin didn’t sleep well. He kept his eyes open and watched Lian Jun, who was sleeping soundly thanks to the medicine. His mind was dazed and confused, so chaotic he himself didn’t know what he was thinking about.
As the clock minute hand continued going round and round, the sky began to brighten.
Sometime past 6 a.m., Lian Jun woke up. Shi Jin reflexively closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
The bed creaked softly, and Shi Jin felt a shadow fall on him. A hand touched his hair, then tugged down the blanket covering half his face.
Shi Jin lay still, forcing himself not to move a muscle.
“How did you sleep to mess it up like this,” Lian Jun murmured helplessly, smoothing his hair again. The familiar presence moved away and there was a sound of footsteps padding through the room.
Click. The door to the bathroom closed.
Shi Jin opened his eyes, looking blankly at the bathroom door, then at the empty bed. He scrubbed through his hair, messing it up again, and pulled the blanket up to cover his face.
He’d wanted to accompany Lian Jun during treatment with a mature and calm appearance, so why the nearer the time grew, the more of a coward he became?
There was no need to be scared. Uncle Long and the others have prepared thoroughly and assured that it was unlikely for any truly dangerous situation to arise during the drug therapy. To reassure him, Li Jiuzheng explained to him the symptoms that may appear in the course of the treatment so he could prepare himself mentally, but…
“What the hell are you afraid of?” He thunked himself on the head, secretly hating himself for being so disappointingly weak. Restless, he finally got up and tucked himself up in Lian Jun’s bed.
The sheets still held the warmth of Lian Jun’s body, and they smelled like him. It made Shi Jin feel as if he was lying in Lian Jun’s embrace.
He needed to pull himself together—he couldn’t let Lian Jun have to always comfort him even when it should be the other way around… He buried his head in the blanket. Surrounded by his lover’s smell, mind foggy after a restless night, he fell asleep before he knew.
The bathroom door opened with a quiet snick.
Lian Jun walked over to the hospital bed. He touched Shi Jin’s hair, the only part of him exposed outside, and gently pulled the blanket down. Seeing the dark circles under the youth’s eyes, he leaned over to hug him.
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Shi Jin was awakened by a burst of heart palpitations. After opening his eyes, he instinctively looked around but didn’t see Lian Jun. A thought flashed across his mind, and he hurriedly checked Lian Jun’s progress bar. Shocked to find it dropped to 200, he jumped out of bed and ran outside.
At the door of the sterile isolation ward at the end of the corridor stood a group of people, all of them frowning as they looked in through the observation window.
Seeing this, Shi Jin’s heart skipped a beat. He rushed over and grabbed Gua Two, who was standing at the periphery of the crowd. “What’s going on, has he started the drug therapy already?” he demanded anxiously. “What is the reaction to the medicine?” His gaze turned towards the observation window, and his knees went weak after seeing the situation inside.
Inside the ward, Lian Jun, who had changed into a patient gown, was lying on a specially-made hospital bed. His head was drooping to one side; he seemed to have already lost consciousness. Uncle Long and Shao Jianping were standing by the bed, communicating tersely while injecting him with medicine.
Li Jiuzheng was also in the ward, wearing sterile clothing and adjusting various medical instruments. Soon, he noticed the pale, panic-stricken Shi Jin standing at the periphery of the crowd, and frowned. He walked over to the observation window and mouthed to Shi Jin, “He’s okay”, then pulled the curtain shut, blocking the view of the people outside.
“No, don’t—” Shi Jin began, but was too late to stop his brother’s actions. His mind was a total mess.
Gua Two pulled him back. “Calm down, Jun-shao is just asleep. He has just been given the injection, now he has to be kept under close observation. Things are going well so stop scaring yourself.”
Shi Jin gradually shook the panic off. He, too, knew that his anxiety had no basis and stemmed from love and concern. He took deep breaths, trying to get his emotions under control, but his heart was still pounding as if it would leap out of his chest at any moment. “I know, I know… His progress bar went down, everything’s fine. I shouldn’t have panicked… It’s okay, it’s definitely okay…” he mumbled incoherently.
Hearing him start to talk nonsense, Gua Two frowned. He exchanged glances with Gua One, then grabbed Shi Jin and brought him back to the ward he and Lian Jun’d slept in. He took Shi Jin to the bathroom, wet a towel, and smacked it on the young man’s face.
The cold water provided enough shock to the system. Startled, Shi Jin froze for a moment, then took the towel off.
“Have you calmed down?” Gua Two asked.
Shi Jin nodded. Abruptly, he stuck his head under the faucet and turned it on.
Cold water rushed out of the faucet, pouring all over his head.
“Are you stupid?” Gua Two said in disgust, but he also reached out for some water and splashed it on his face.
They all felt the same. Lian Jun, who’d always been the unbreakable shield protecting everyone, was lying unconscious on the bed at the mercy of others—there was no way they would keep calm.
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Shi Jin came to thoroughly understand just how troublesome neurotoxins were. There were many different types of neurotoxins and each one could affect the nervous system in a different way. Taking into account that every human body was different, in many cases, what symptoms appeared at which stage might as well be almost completely random. Even a bit of carelessness could lead to serious irreparable damage to the patient’s body. It was all very scary to imagine.
Lian Jun spent the first day of the drug therapy in a coma. It was later, at night, when the war between the medication and the poison began. Shi Jin woke up to Xiao Si’s screams and to his horror, he found that Lian Jun’s progress bar, which had dropped to 200, rose to 800.
Seeing this sudden and terrible increase, Shi Jin ran to the isolation ward, stumbling and almost falling a few times. He found it full of commotion and chaos. Lian Jun was lying on the hospital bed, deathly still, his pale face with a bluish tint to it; he almost looked more like a corpse than a living person.
“It’s a hemolytic reaction! Prepare for resuscitation!”
At the indistinct words that escaped outside when the ward’s door opened for a moment, Shi Jin’s knees nearly buckled under him. Abruptly, he was taken back to the scenes of his adoptive parents’ deaths. His body was getting colder and colder and he seemed to have lost his hearing because all sound disappeared.
“Xiao Jin!”
Suddenly, a large hand covered his eyes from behind, and then he was turned over and trapped against a wide chest.
“Don’t look, don’t think about it, he’ll be fine.” Fei Yujing pressed Shi Jin’s head against his shoulder and covered his ears with his hands.
There was no sight and no sound, only the warmth of the human body. Shi Jin took a few deep breaths to calm himself down but found it useless. Instead, he gripped his brother’s shirt and lightly banged his head against his shoulder, trying to use the pain to regain his senses.
“What are you doing, stupid!” Fei Yujing pinched Shi Jin’s ears to stop this self-harming action that hurt them both. “Calm down, this is normal,” he scolded with a frown. “Haven’t you read the treatment reports? This is all within expectations!”
Of course, Shi Jin knew this was normal and had been mentioned as one of the possible side effects, but… He took a deep breath, then suddenly bit himself on the wrist.
The pain finally managed to clear his head. He pushed Fei Yujing away and turned around to look into the ward. Expression blank, he pressed his hand against the glass of the observation window and stroked Lian Jun’s face past the figures of doctors bustling around the bed.
“It’ll be alright,” he whispered firmly, not sure if he was comforting himself or imploring the person behind the glass. “It’s going to be okay, come on.”
Fei Yujing frowned as he looked at the bloody teeth marks on his brother’s wrist.
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Lian Jun’s progress bar dropped quickly after the rescue, and froze at 300 without any movement.
Shi Jin went to the bathroom and stayed there for a long time. When he came out, he calmly asked Uncle Long about Lian Jun’s current condition. He then took the initiative to send the concerned group of people to rest while obediently returning to the ward himself.
Seeing his sudden calmness, everyone looked at him with worried eyes.
In the following two days, everyone enjoyed a period of tranquility. Lian Jun briefly regained consciousness but couldn’t speak. He simply exchanged a gentle and comforting gaze with Shi Jin through the glass for a while. And Shi Jin, as if everything was normal, smiled towards Lian Jun. Acting like a fool, he pressed against the glass, waving and silently cheering for Lian Jun with encouraging gestures.
During dinner time that day, Lian Jun suddenly experienced nausea and vomiting. He laid on the hospital bed while facing the trash bag on the side. Even though there was nothing left in his stomach, he couldn’t resist the urge to try and vomit something.
Actually, these reactions are normal. Nausea and vomiting were among the potential symptoms Uncle Long mentioned in advance. Furthermore, they were relatively mild and harmless. However, despite being aware of it, seeing Lian Jun in such discomfort couldn’t help but evoke concern and distress from everyone.
“It’s okay. Uncle Long has already given him medicine, and these symptoms will disappear soon.” Shi Jin reassured in turn while gesturing to Li Jiuzheng in the ward to pull the curtains, and shield Lian Jun’s current distressed state from view.
“Let’s all get some rest. We still have preparations for the conference to do tomorrow. Remember to go to bed early.” He patted Gua Two’s shoulder, signaling everyone to disperse.
“But…” Gua Two wanted to say something, but was held back by Gua One.
“It’s alright. We have Uncle Long here.” Gua One interrupted Gua Two.
Turning to Shi Jin, he asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to instruct, Shi-shao?”
Shi Jin was momentarily stunned by the address but quickly caught on. He glanced at the silent Gua Three, Gua Five, and the others behind Gua One. He then said, “Summarize the current progress of the conference preparations and report an overview to me tomorrow. That’s all for now. You all can leave.”
“Yes, Shi-shao,” Gua One responded, then gave Gua Two a reassuring pat.
Gua Two understood Gua One’s intention and also called out, “Shi-shao.” In the end, unable to resist, he added, “Take good care of yourself, don’t worry too much.”
Shi Jin nodded with a faint smile and replied, “I know.”
Gua One and the others soon left, carrying the first order issued by Shi Jin as the deputy leader. Once they were gone, Shi Jin stood in a daze for a moment, then turned and sat on the bench outside the ward while raising his hand to touch his forehead. Inside the room, Lian Jun, who was leaning against the bed, glanced at the drawn curtains, furrowed his brows, and closed his eyes.
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The next day, Gua One delivered a progress report of the conference preparations: the ships for voyage were already in place, various supplies were gradually being transported to this location, and personnel were being gathered. Everything would undoubtedly be ready before the arrival of April.
Shi Jin carefully read through the report, then called Zhang Zhuoyuan to ask if the date for this year’s conference has been finalized.
This was the first time Shi Jin had officially contacted Zhang Zhuoyuan in his role as the deputy leader of Annihilation. Zhang Zhuoyuan felt somewhat unused to the change as he privately harbored a hint of disdain for Shi Jin.
He still remembered last year when Shi Jin was just a lackey pushing Lian Jun’s wheelchair. With Zhang Zhuoyuan’s status, he didn’t even need to pay much attention to him. However, now, taking advantage of Lian Jun’s illness, Shi Jin had transformed into the spokesperson for Annihilation. Everyone has to treat him with respect and they have to carefully choose their words when speaking in front of him.
What the hell, why does Lian Jun have to let Shi Jin handle these negotiations? Why not let Gua One do it? Clearly, he’s just a brat that has only recently come of age, still burying himself in homework on the sofa.
He’s far from being worthy of the deputy leader position. He should honestly just stick to being protected and stop pretending to be a leader.
With such thoughts in mind, Zhang Zhuoyuan couldn’t help but be a bit indifferent and formal in his words.
However, Shi Jin had no patience to play mind games with him. Seeing his attitude, Shi Jin directly hung up the phone. When Gua One saw this, his brows rose and the corners of his mouth curled up.
A few minutes later, Zhang Zhuoyuan called back and started a lengthy tirade. Shi Jin, once again, hung up the phone without giving him any face.
After being dismissed twice, even someone as clueless as Zhang Zhuoyuan understood that Shi Jin didn’t want too much “guidance.” He initially felt like ignoring him, but thinking about Lian Jun’s instructions, he reluctantly made another call.
“The date,” Shi Jin cut to the chase.
Zhang Zhuoyuan was taken aback and suppressed his desire to lecture Shi Jin. With a forced tone, he replied, “The New Year ended early this year and the higher up’s intend to hold the meeting earlier. The specific date hasn’t been finalized, but it’s basically set for early April. Make preparations to set sail by the end of March on your end.”
“Thanks for the information,” Shi Jin expressed his gratitude politely. Then, his tone turned cold as he continued, “Director Zhang, I can overlook your perfunctory attitude today, but there’s something I’d like to remind you. In the event that something happens to Lian Jun, I will be the next leader of Annihilation. If you continue to disregard me now, don’t blame me for doing the same to you in the future. Don’t think you can manipulate me just because I’m young. My temperament is not as good as Lian Jun’s.”
Zhang Zhuoyuan was startled and he nearly blurted out, ‘What did you do to Lian Jun?’
He stiffly said, “Mr. Shi, you’re quite good at making jokes. Does Mr. Lian know that you—”
Shi Jin hung up the phone again, determined to assert his dominance over Zhang Zhuoyuan today.
Dealing with seasoned individuals in the political arena like him could be quite vexing. If you didn’t establish dominance from the first encounter, even if you collaborated later on, you probably wouldn’t get the maximum assistance and honesty from the other party.
“Bastard who judges people based on the dishes they’re served,” he muttered with a frown. Seeing Gua One looking at him, his expression froze. He silently suppressed his emotions and spoke seriously, “Prepare to set sail by the end of March. This year’s conference will start earlier.”
Gua One stifled a laugh and replied with a muffled acknowledgement.
Having sorted out the meeting date, Shi Jin silently reflected on his lack of composure. He then turned his attention to the towering stack of documents on the desk. Slowly, he rallied his spirits and reached for one of them.
—Even though Lian Jun had arranged for Gua One and the others to share these tasks in advance, they still had other matters to attend to. As the only “idle person,” Shi Jin had to contribute to the workload as well.
Half an hour later, he got stuck on a decision making document that was clearly beyond his knowledge. He thought about asking Lian Jun’s opinion but remembered his current condition.
Suppressing the impulse, Shi Jin hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to call Shi Weichong. When the call connected, he awkwardly said, “Big Brother, I have something I’d like to ask your advice for. Regarding the integration of A City’s external business. I…”
On the other side of the Earth, Shi Weichong stood there holding his phone in a daze. It took him over ten seconds to realize that Shi Jin had taken the initiative to call him and was seeking help.
After snapping back to reality, he almost lost his composure as he stood up from his chair while walking briskly towards the study. As he spoke, he said, {Is it about the foreign trade? I have a dedicated explanation in the notes I gave you… Wait a moment, let me find some paper and pen. Take your time, I have the whole day today. Feel free to ask any questions you have.}
On this day, Shi Jin spent his time reviewing documents, seeking advice from Shi Weichong, and processing even more documents.
Neither of them noticed that this was their first extended period of communication without any negative emotions since the incident involving Xu Jie, or rather, since the death of Shi Xingrui.
After a busy day’s work, Shi Jin had dinner with Fei Yujing and then went to the laboratory. With the help of Li Jiuzheng, he changed into a sterile gown and entered the isolation ward to visit Lian Jun.
Lian Jun, who was awake, was leaning against the headboard while watching the news on television. He actually wanted to handle some work, but Uncle Long wouldn’t allow it, not even letting him touch a book. When he saw Shi Jin coming in, he quickly turned off the TV, extended his hand toward his lover, and asked, “Have you had dinner?”
Shi Jin nodded and, without holding his hands, immediately leaned over to hug him.
Lian Jun was slightly stunned but then gently hugged him back. He softly asked, “Did I scare you the other day?
Shi Jin shook his head and hugged him quietly for a while until he was sure that all his turbulent emotions of worry and longing had settled. Then, he sat up, smiled, and replied, “No, I just missed you. By the way, I contacted Zhang Zhuoyuan today and got the meeting date. I also handled half of the documents for you.”
“Very impressive. Did Zhang Zhuoyuan give you a hard time? And what about the documents, is there anything you don’t understand?” Lian Jun followed up on the topic. There was a smile on his face but little joy in his eyes.
“Zhang Zhuoyuan was pretty easy to deal with. As for the documents, there are some parts that I don’t understand. I’ve noted them down, could you teach me?” Shi Jin took out a small notebook and pen, looking like an eager student seeking guidance from a teacher.
Lian Jun watched him act as if everything was as usual. He lowered his eyes, gently squeezed his lover’s hand, and softly replied, “Okay.”
The two talked about work for over an hour and the atmosphere remained relatively relaxed. Eventually, Shi Jin restrained himself and packed up before 9 o’clock, preparing to leave.
“I’ll try to move out of here as soon as possible so I can be with you,” Lian Jun couldn’t help but call out to Shi Jin before he left, making a soft promise.
Shi Jin’s steps paused as he was leaving, then he turned around and hugged him again.
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Time passed by unnoticed. February faded away and soon, March arrived. Lian Jun couldn’t move out of the isolation ward as he promised. More symptoms appeared on his body, and his nausea and vomiting became increasingly severe. He often couldn’t eat a bite of food all day, and his body grew weaker with each passing day.
Shi Jin would go to accompany him everyday, trying to help him relax and doing his best to get him to eat.
In the process, Shi Jin gradually became more calm and composed. When issuing orders to Gua One and the others, he became less casual and more natural. His handling of documents also improved and his communication with Shi Weichong became more regular.
Everyone noticed his changes and they couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts—when faced with difficulties, Shi Jin indeed grew the fastest. Unfortunately, this kind of growth is probably the last thing Lian Jun wants to see.
In early March, Fei Yujing flew off the island to handle the final tasks related to the energy industry. In mid-March, on Lian Jun’s birthday, despite Lian Jun being in a continuous coma, Shi Jin placed the birthday gift he had prepared for him by his side. In late March, Li Jiuzheng took off his white coat and began preparing for the upcoming voyage with Shi Jin to attend the conference.
On the day of the departure, Shi Jin went alone to visit Lian Jun’s ward.
For over a month, Lian Jun has experienced almost all the symptoms caused by neurotoxins. His initially well-kept body has deteriorated to a state worse than when the two first met. He became extremely thin, like a skeleton wrapped in sallow skin, with no trace of color in his face. He spent more time unconscious than awake and was completely unable to move.
Shi Jin’s eyes looked somewhat dim, and his heart ached numbly. No wonder Uncle Long strongly insisted that Lian Jun should have his body in good condition before starting the treatment. If he hadn’t prepared his body in advance, Lian Jun might not have endured this seemingly endless torment of toxins.
When will it get better? Is it really going to take three months, half a year, or even longer…?
“The most active period of the toxin has already passed.” Uncle Long appeared behind him at some point and reassured.
“Don’t be too concerned about his appearance. In fact, this is considered a relatively good condition. Weight loss is unavoidable due to the long-term effects of nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite caused by the toxin. These issues simply need time and gradual care after the toxin’s active period. As for the problem of immobility in his legs, there’s no need to worry. Once free from the influence of the toxin, his recovery in that aspect will be quick.”
“I know.” Shi Jin turned to look at Uncle Long and asked, “Can I go in and see him? Just for a moment. I know he’s weak right now, but…”
“Go ahead, just make sure to disinfect. He can’t afford to get sick again.” Uncle Long replied, patting Shi Jin’s shoulder. “By the time you come back, he might already be able to get out of bed, so don’t worry too much.”
Shi Jin glanced at the progress bar in his mind, which had already risen to 500, and gave a low acknowledgement.
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After changing into clean clothes and disinfecting, Shi Jin entered the ward and sat down by the bedside.
Lian Jun was lying flat on his back, with an IV in his arm. The oxygen mask on his face had been removed, making him look less like a critically ill patient. Shi Jin glanced at Lian Jun’s face, then lowered his head to grasp the hand placed on the bed.
Shi Jin took out a ring from his pocket and gently slid it onto Lian Jun’s ring finger.
The ring is a bit loose, Shi Jin touched Lian Jun’s fingers and pursed his lips in concern.
This ring was secretly prepared by Shi Jin through Gua Two a long time ago. It had the same design as the engagement ring Lian Jun had given him, but this one was inlaid with a blue diamond. It looked elegant and luxurious, perfectly matching Lian Jun’s temperament.
Originally, Shi Jin had planned to give this ring to Lian Jun as a surprise on his birthday. However, he didn’t expect Lian Jun to experience symptoms of confusion that day, leading to a state of coma after medication. Although he eventually put the ring on Lian Jun, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.
“You have to gain weight quickly,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t lose it again this time.”
The ring was based on Lian Jun’s finger size before his illness, and now it was a bit loose. On the second day after Lian Jun’s birthday, when Shi Jin came to visit him, he found the ring he had put on Lian Jun the day before lying on the ground. After picking it up, he put it back in his pocket and considered whether to have it resized.
But now, he didn’t want to change it.
“If you can’t gain enough weight to fit this ring perfectly, then we’re done for,” Saying this, he took off the ring again, pulled out a thin red string, and carefully wrapped it around it. “For now, let’s make do with this.”
One loop after another, the diamond’s brilliance became obscured by the red string until it completely disappeared from sight.
He carefully wound the red string tightly, removed the excess, and then took back Lian Jun’s hand. Shi Jin earnestly placed the ring back on him.
“It fits just right.” He touched Lian Jun’s hand and interlocked their fingers. “Get well soon. You promised to come pick me up after my meeting. Don’t break your promise.”
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Extra:
Postscript: Let’s have some fun with our imagination.
The brothers suddenly started chatting.
Fei Yujing: I’m on the island.
Li Jiuzheng: I’m here too.
Shi Weichong: I’ve been spending my days helping Xiao Jin process documents.
Xiang Aoting: I’m thinking of using my connections to attend the conference.
Rong Zhouzhong: Well, I…
Everyone: What about you?
Rong Zhouzhong: …… 【left the group in frustration.jpg】
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Translator’s Notes
- “judges people based on the dishes they are served” – This is a Chinese idiom that means to treat somebody according to their social status. The expression indicates that a person will serve the size of the dishes based on the guest’s status.
Translator: GoldBerry
TL Checker: Teo
GoldBerry:
Happy Chinese New Year! Think of this chapter as my present to old and new readers of DPB.
My name is GoldBerry, a newly metamorphosised butterfly of the Betwixted Translation team, and I’ll be translating DPB from where Eques left off. Bear with me for the first few weeks as I get the hang of things but I plan on posting a chapter (might actually be 2) every week on Saturdays.
I found this chapter quite sad but don’t worry things will look up soon, right…? 😉


Thank you for the update!!!! Im so happy its back ahhhhhhhh
Ty too! I’m happy to work on and this back!!
Wow thank you thank you!!
XD np
The government contact had his life on a thread, he can be eternally grateful he didn’t accuse Shi Jin with harming Lian Jun.
Thank you for picking this up, I’ve been waiting here in front of the door for the translation for forever!!
I’ve been waiting for this for so long, that I actually forgot the story😭