Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 124 Losing Control of the Body

Sang Chuan didn’t say anything, and Sang Ning hadn’t noticed Shen Yi’s odd behavior yet.

From the front, his complexion looked fairly normal, aside from being slightly pale.

But the moment he turned his head toward the courtyard gate, his unusually red ears caught Sang Ning’s eye.

"I..."

Shen Yi tried to say something, but only managed to choke out a single syllable.

Right after that, his whole body seemed to lose all strength as he started to slump toward the stone table.

"Damn!"

Sang Ning cursed under her breath, her movements faster than Shen Yi’s collapse. Before he hit the table, she stepped forward quickly, jumped onto the stone surface, and reached out to catch him.

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye were nearly scared out of their wits; if Sang Ning had been just a second slower, Shen Yi’s head would have smacked straight against the hard stone table.

At best, he’d end up with a concussion; at worst, he’d be completely brain-damaged.

"Yiyi, seriously? It was just a joke I made! If you’re embarrassed, you could’ve just cursed at me or something. Was it really necessary to scare us with this fainting act?"

Sang Chuan muttered complaints as he jogged over to the stone table.

"What are you guys standing around for? Hurry up and carry him to the hospital!"

Sang Ning supported Shen Yi’s head as she gestured for Sang Chuan and Song Shiye to step in and help.

Sang Chuan and Song Shiye each grabbed one of Shen Yi’s legs, while Sang Ning hooked both arms under his armpits, lifting him off the stone table as she climbed down.

Just as they were getting ready to carry him out of the courtyard, Shen Yi slowly cracked open an eye and, in a weak voice, croaked out, "Don’t... don’t go to the hospital..."

His voice was faint, but all three of them heard it clearly.

As soon as he finished saying that, Shen Yi’s eyes shut again, and he fainted completely.

Had it not been for his pale lips, Sang Ning might’ve suspected he was faking it.

"Sis, Yiyi’s probably suffering from heatstroke. Why don’t we take him to your room so he can rest for a bit?" Sang Chuan suggested to Sang Ning.

Sang Ning immediately rolled her eyes and rejected him without hesitation: "Ha, sure, great idea. What do you think your tents are there for?"

"Sis, it’s so hot inside the tents. Are you planning on giving Yiyi a second round of injuries? Your room has air conditioning—what harm is there in letting him take advantage of it?"

Sang Chuan shifted his stance, angling Shen Yi toward the main house as he spoke.

Song Shiye also adjusted his direction, worry flashing across his face as he glanced at Shen Yi. Then he looked up at Sang Ning and pleaded earnestly, "Sister Sangsang, saving a life is more important than anything. I’m begging you—for Yiyi’s sake, let him go inside and enjoy the air conditioning. If you’re worried about him dirtying your place, we’ll make sure he changes your sheets once he wakes up."

"Idiots!" Sang Ning muttered, cursing them both under her breath.

This wasn’t about changing sheets!

But looking down at Shen Yi—who appeared half-dead—Sang Ning decided to be merciful and granted him thirty minutes of air conditioning time.

As the three carried Shen Yi into the living room, Li Sulan’s bedroom door remained shut.

Sang Ning mouthed silently to Sang Chuan and Song Shiye, signaling them to keep the noise down so as not to disturb Li Sulan.

Once Shen Yi was placed on the bed, the tight furrow between his brows finally began to relax.

Noticing the subtle changes in his expression, Sang Ning felt the urge to slap him awake, asking if he was faking it just to use her air conditioning.

But listening to his heavy and uneven breathing, Sang Ning held back her impulse to hit him. Instead, she ushered Sang Chuan and Song Shiye out of the room and quietly closed the door behind them.

Meanwhile, in another bedroom, Li Sulan—having heard the commotion in the living room—got out of bed and pressed herself against her door, trying to eavesdrop.

She waited until the living room door was closed, but Sang Ning still didn’t come to knock on her door.

Li Sulan let out a cold snort, scoffing to herself. Sang Ning was really something—was she planning to ignore her entirely?

Back in the courtyard, the three had just sat back down at the stone table when Xiao Zhao arrived, carrying his camera equipment.

Xiao Zhao set up his camera near the table and couldn’t help but complain, "Mr. Sang, working as your videographer is exhausting. The other camera guys are all taking breaks, but I have to stick around with you for these lessons."

Sang Ning glanced at Xiao Zhao and replied calmly, "You don’t have to film if you don’t want to. Go rest, then."

"No way." Xiao Zhao shook his head with a grin. "The viewers are eagerly waiting for your teaching videos every day. I can’t slack off."

Sang Ning smiled faintly, saying nothing more. She immediately shifted into mentoring mode.

However, as she lowered her gaze, she quietly sighed in relief.

Thank goodness Shen Yi fainted when Xiao Zhao wasn’t around. If the camera had caught any of it, she’d have a hard time explaining herself even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

Anyone unaware of the situation might think she’d done something to Shen Yi, causing him to collapse out of nowhere.

Sang Ning made a mental note to dismiss Xiao Zhao after thirty minutes, then wake Shen Yi up and send him back to his tent.

But once she got into the rhythm of tutoring Sang Chuan and Song Shiye, time seemed to fly by. Sang Ning nearly forgot that there was a still-breathing person lying in her bedroom.

It wasn’t until she heard voices from the courtyard gate that she snapped back to reality.

Closing her book and sliding it forward, she glanced at Sang Chuan and Song Shiye, saying, "Alright, that’s it for today’s lesson. Before Director Sun announces the assembly, take this opportunity to work on the exercises in your workbook."

After finishing her instructions, she stood up, motioning for Xiao Zhao to call it a day and clock out.

With Xiao Zhao packing up his tripod and balancing it under one arm while carrying his camera with the other, he left the courtyard.

Taking advantage of the few moments while the courtyard remained quiet and empty, Sang Ning hurried into the bedroom, determined to deal with Shen Yi whether he was awake or not.

At the bedside, Shen Yi was still laying exactly as Sang Chuan had arranged him: flat on his back, hands folded neatly over his abdomen, looking utterly tranquil.

Sang Ning stood at the bedside and leaned in slightly, raising a hand to pat Shen Yi’s face.

The slaps weren’t too hard, but they were far from gentle, their crisp "smack smack" sounds mixing with the hum of the air conditioning.

"Wake up, wake up."

Sang Ning smacked him a few more times, calling out repeatedly, but Shen Yi remained motionless.

Finally, she resorted to her ultimate move: pinching Shen Yi’s nose tightly with her fingers.

The suffocating sensation overwhelmed him in his sleep, prompting his body to instinctively struggle. He coughed weakly, low sounds escaping him.

Only then did Sang Ning leisurely let go, reasoning that after enjoying so much air conditioning, Shen Yi should have recovered by now.

Just as expected, Shen Yi finally opened his eyes slowly.

The moment he saw Sang Ning, his drowsy, dazed expression vanished. His gaze cleared, and he instantly propped himself up on the bed.

"Are you alright? You fainted so suddenly just now." Sang Ning’s calm tone stood in stark contrast to Shen Yi’s panicked reaction.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes, but the guilt in them was difficult to hide.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he attempted to speak. After cycling through countless explanations, he finally muttered, "I’m sorry."

He felt deeply apologetic. He genuinely thought he was in control of his own body, yet here he was fainting again—a year and a half later—right in front of Sang Ning of all people!