Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 215: This Sickness Actually Feels Amazing?

After returning to the hospital, Li Guotai specifically arranged for two security guards to stand guard at Wu Bin’s ward door, strengthening control over visiting personnel, and firmly refusing entry to strangers.

Wu Bin glanced at the two old n sitting at the door of the ward, listening to storytelling on a radio, and his mouth twitched.

"Director Li, why don’t you let the old n go back? With their fitness, who would protect whom if it really ca to blows?"

Li Guotai said with a smile, "You’re underestimating them, kid. Old Chu and Old Yu are veteran security guards at our hospital, quite strong. Ordinary young fellows can’t even get close to them."

Wu Bin felt this was ludicrous.

Doctors and nurses passing by greeted the two old n, who were looking in another direction.

This is considered strong?

However, since this was a kind gesture from Li Guotai, Wu Bin didn’t say much and reluctantly accepted it.

After helping Wu Bin get everything settled again, it was already night.

Li Guotai told Wu Bin to rest well before leaving the ward with the others.

Only Yin Yourong insisted on continuing to stay with Wu Bin, taking care of his daily life and such.

Late in the night, twelve o’clock.

Wu Bin lay in his hospital bed, unable to sleep no matter what.

He had told Nightingale about Wang Xin’s attempt on his life, but Nightingale’s response was that currently the evidence of Wang Xin hiring a hitman was not enough, and even as the ninth hospital, they couldn’t just arrest people without evidence.

This made Wu Bin very dissatisfied.

As the saying goes, it’s not the theft that’s feared, but the thief’s thoughts.

Wang Xin wasn’t caught and put to work on a sewing machine, so Wu Bin couldn’t sleep!

It was then that the system notification sounded.

Ding.

[Congratulations Host, you have successfully cured a disease and earned 100 life coins]

[A new disease has been prepared for you, please choose]

What the heck?

I’m writhing in pain on the hospital bed, and all I get is 100 life coins?

Isn’t that, buddy, a little disrespectful to cancer?

Wu Bin pondered for a mont.

Could it be because he hadn’t had cancer for very long?

But then again, the standard for life coins given by the system seems to have always been the degree of pain.

The more he suffered, the more life coins the system awarded.

This damn system just wants to see tornted!

"Forget it, 100 life coins might be little, but it’s better than nothing," he said.

Wu Bin adjusted his attitude and turned his gaze toward the three options provided by the system:

Psychological disease, fracture, autoimmune disease.

Wu Bin thought for a mont, then chose psychological disease.

He hadn’t experienced a ntal illness before, and it couldn’t be worse than physical pain, right?

Ding.

[Host has made a choice]

[Next disease: Psychological disease]

[Warning: To enhance the host’s experience, the system has automatically enhanced all hallucinatory effects, including phantom pain and phantom limbs, by ten tis. Enjoy your experience.]

Wu Bin’s mouth twitched again.

Alright, alright, so this is how you want to play? Let’s see how tough this psychological disease is!

As Wu Bin was thinking this, a voice from Yin Yourong ca from ahead.

"Wu Bin, why aren’t you asleep so late?"

Wu Bin looked up and suddenly his eyes widened.

What the hell!

Pink... pink lace?

Wu Bin found that he could clearly see through the nurse’s clothes and make out what kind of underwear Yin Yourong was wearing!

Did he just acquire x-ray vision?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

This must be a hallucination!

Thanks a lot, system, I just chose a psychological illness and you instantly start ssing with !

Seeing Wu Bin looking at her with a strange expression, Yin Yourong frowned.

"What’s wrong, Wu Bin? Are you feeling unwell sowhere?"

Yin Yourong leaned in close to Wu Bin and reached out to touch his forehead.

"You don’t have a fever either."

Damn!

Too close!

As Yin Yourong leaned over, almost her entire body was about to press against Wu Bin’s nose.

At that mont, Wu Bin could even clearly see the pores on Yin Yourong’s snow-white skin!

Wu Bin couldn’t hold back anymore, and he quickly extended his hand to slowly push Yin Yourong away to maintain so distance from himself.

Phew, that was close, almost suffocated.

Seeing Wu Bin’s face so red, Yin Yourong beca even more anxious.

"Wu Bin, what’s really going on with you? If you’re feeling uncomfortable, I can go call a doctor for you."

Wu Bin quickly waved his hands.

"No need, I just had a nightmare, I’m fine."

"Uh, Yourong, I want to ask you a question, but I’m a little embarrassed to say it."

Yin Yourong smiled and said, "Just ask any question. We’re so familiar with each other, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about."

Now, it was just the two of them in the ward.

According to the terms of the live broadcast contract, Wu Bin wasn’t allowed to stream when going to the toilet or sleeping.

So Wu Bin mustered up the courage and asked softly, "Yourong, what color... what color is your underwear today? Is it pink lace?"

Yin Yourong first froze, and then her cheeks beca as red as a cooked shrimp.

She glared at Wu Bin very annoyedly.

"What... what are you talking about!"

Wu Bin quickly waved his hands and said, "I was just guessing, you don’t have to answer that, just pretend I never said anything."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wu Bin regretted it.

He certainly wasn’t soone who enjoyed spouting nonsense, but he needed to confirm whether what he had seen was a hallucination or not.

So the best way to confirm was to get an affirmation from Yin Yourong herself.

Seeing Yin Yourong looking at him with a strange expression, Wu Bin’s heart sank.

It’s over, now I’m really seen as a pervert.

Yin Yourong wouldn’t report this to Li Guotai, would she?

If this were written in his dical record, wouldn’t all the doctors in the country know about it?

Just as Wu Bin was thinking of how to explain further, Yin Yourong suddenly shyly nodded.

"Yes, I am indeed wearing pink lace today, how did you know?"

Shit!

I actually guessed right!

Could it be that I really have X-ray vision?

Without thinking, Wu Bin’s gaze drifted down towards the area three inches below Yin Yourong’s abdon.

Wu Bin imdiately felt overwheld.

"Yourong, do you... do you like Donald Duck?"

Yin Yourong first froze, then instinctively looked down at herself.

"You’re such a tease!"

Yin Yourong slapped Wu Bin hard on the arm and then covered her face and ran out of the ward.

From Yin Yourong’s reaction, Wu Bin knew he had guessed right again.

Wu Bin held his arm and started to snicker stupidly.

Aweso! This is great!

Why didn’t I choose this kind of sickness earlier?

Turns out having a psychological disorder is so thrilling!

It seems the system really had a change of heart this ti, giving such an exhilarating illness experience!

At the entrance of the ward, Yin Yourong and another nurse were handing over their shift.

Suddenly, they saw Wu Bin lying on the bed, grinning from ear to ear.

The nurse on duty was creeped out by Wu Bin’s unsettling laughter.

"Yourong, why is Wu Bin laughing? He’s not a ntal patient, is he?"

Yin Yourong was also bewildered.

"No, he must have thought of sothing funny."

"Don’t be scared, Wu Bin is a very nice person."