"Please take to the Second People’s Hospital."
The drunkard left Wu Garden and walked a long distance. Hesitating on the street for a long ti, he finally hailed a taxi.
The car door closed, and all the noise outside diminished significantly.
The drunkard sat in the back seat, staring absentmindedly at the scenery flashing past the car window.
He’s been in the Capital City for eight years, yet he still feels so unfamiliar with this place, with many areas he hasn’t even visited.
The only places he is familiar with are a few bars.
He only recognizes a few streets that lead back to his apartnt and to Wu Garden.
These eight years, it seems his life has been rather... too confused and disoriented.
Sotis he wonders, being soone who does nothing but drink, without a proper job, not even taking care of himself, how could Qing Yi, with such good taste and having seen everything, fall for him?
Anyone randomly pulled off the street is probably more reliable than him.
The closer he got to the hospital, the more anxious the drunkard’s mood beca, even starting to let his imagination run wild.
"We’re here."
The car stopped, and the taxi driver’s voice ca from the front.
The drunkard turned his head, looking through the car window at the bustling hospital, with white coats occasionally appearing, inducing a deep-seated repulsion within him.
Yes, he was a doctor too, but he rejected it.
Because now, he’s also a patient.
The drunkard paid the fare, got out of the car, and stood at the hospital entrance for a long ti, unwilling to go in.
Growing up alongside his master, he’d seen too many partings of life and death, witnessed too many people’s despair, even collapsing in tears when they heard their diagnosis.
Maybe he’s seen too much, so he’s numb, or maybe life is too tiring, and he’s already indifferent to life and death.
But standing at the hospital entrance now, facing his unknown condition, he’s scared.
All his thoughts revolve around Qing Yi.
Doctors cannot treat themselves, but he knows sowhat about his condition.
Very bad.
The drunkard turned to leave, but after taking just two steps, he paused again.
In the end, he still entered the hospital...
Wu Garden—
"They’re all gone. So speak up, what really happened? Does it have sothing to do with your wife?" Shangguan Yu stared at Jun Moyan, clearly harder to dismiss than Qing Yi and the others.
Earlier, he asked Wen Xiao’ai, but she refused to say anything, believing it was solely because she was too worried about Jun Moyan and traumatized that she didn’t want to speak.
Unexpectedly, Jun Moyan is in the sa situation.
If there’s nothing going on here, he’d eat the sofa.
"I’ll tell you later."
"Later? When exactly is later? Until sothing happens again? I’m telling you, you won’t be this lucky next ti."
"There won’t be a next ti."
"Really not telling?"
"..."
"And you won’t tell?" Shangguan Yu looked at Wen Xiao’ai.
"Hmph..." Wen Xiao’ai huffed, burying her little face into Jun Moyan’s arms again.
"Alright, alright, if you don’t want to say, then don’t. Just be more careful in the future." Shangguan Yu was also too lazy to ask more, as long as he was alright.
"By the way, what about you and your wife’s situation? You can’t keep going like this. What is she, without a na or status? Don’t use the excuse that she’s still young. It’s not manly."
"..."
"How about I go back and tell my parents, have them go with you to propose to her family? With my mom’s persuasive skills, I’m sure she’ll handle it well. If her family doesn’t agree, I’ll directly pull in two troops and blow up her... no, that Pozhuma’s house."
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