Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia’s brain freezes. She is stunned. Her eyes widen as she looks at the doctor in disbelief.
Jiao Daihu lets go of the doctor’s collar and starts howling. The unlucky doctor picks himself off the ground after being released. Moments later, the nurse screams and screams, and security is called to clean up the mess.
The white sheet over the body is pulled away, and Jiao Daihu screams as he throws himself across the bed. “Boss! Boss, how can you leave us like this? Boss, boss! You can’t die!”
“How is this possible?” An Chuxia shakes her head as she stares at the corpse. She can’t seem to say the words.
Han Qilu is the calmest among the three. His eyes narrow as he is also shocked with disbelief. How could the black demon die so easily?
He treads quietly toward the bed and slightly lifts the sheets stoically. Under the sheet is an old, strange, pale but serene face.
“How could you lift the sheets? That’s unnecessary!” The older physician hurriedly pulls the sheet from him and drapes it over the body.
“That’s… not my boss!” Jiao Daihu fiercely states.
“We’re in charge of this section. What’s happening?” The security appears in front of them.
Then, the emergency doors reopen.
“I heard you wailing inside. I’ve not died yet!” Nangong Zifei is being wheeled in the gurney, holding his music player in his hand, resting. His expression changes as he sees both An Chuxia and Han Qilu. “Why are you here?”
Jiao Daihu is stupefied as he sees Nangong Zifei.
“Boss, we are late!” A large group of people come crying and screaming next to Jiao Daihu since they still think the body under the sheet is Nangong Zifei.
“It’s all a misunderstanding.” Han Qilu ignores Nangong Zifei as he reaches out for a cigarette from his breast pocket and hands it to the doctor who just collapsed. He leans over and says something in the doctor’s ear.
Flustered, the doctor looks at Han Qilu. The doctor waves his hand at the security, and the rest of the people leave.
“The deceased must go to the morgue anyway.”
Minutes later in the Intensive Care Unit
“Sorry, boss. I called sister-in-law.” Jiao Daihu says in a muted tone. “But I didn’t ask for him to come.”
Han Qilu looks foreboding.
“Since he’s okay, let’s head back.” An Chuxia smiles. She can’t cope with the embarrassing scene.
As An Chuxia stands up, Nangong Zifei reaches out for An Chuxia’s wrist and stops her. “Sit for a while.”
“Hey, let go of her hand!” Han Qilu takes a step forward and pulls away Nangong’s hand.
“Don’t do this!” An Chuxia immediately makes a face at Qilu.
Han Qilu grinds his teeth before taking a deep breath and walking out. “I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance. Hurry.”
The door automatically closes and An Chuxia sits. “I am here. What do you want to say?”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia’s brain freezes. She is stunned. Her eyes widen as she looks at the doctor in disbelief.
Jiao Daihu lets go of the doctor’s collar and starts howling. The unlucky doctor picks himself off the ground after being released. Moments later, the nurse screams and screams, and security is called to clean up the mess.
The white sheet over the body is pulled away, and Jiao Daihu screams as he throws himself across the bed. “Boss! Boss, how can you leave us like this? Boss, boss! You can’t die!”
“How is this possible?” An Chuxia shakes her head as she stares at the corpse. She can’t seem to say the words.
Han Qilu is the calmest among the three. His eyes narrow as he is also shocked with disbelief. How could the black demon die so easily?
He treads quietly toward the bed and slightly lifts the sheets stoically. Under the sheet is an old, strange, pale but serene face.
“How could you lift the sheets? That’s unnecessary!” The older physician hurriedly pulls the sheet from him and drapes it over the body.
“That’s… not my boss!” Jiao Daihu fiercely states.
“We’re in charge of this section. What’s happening?” The security appears in front of them.
Then, the emergency doors reopen.
“I heard you wailing inside. I’ve not died yet!” Nangong Zifei is being wheeled in the gurney, holding his music player in his hand, resting. His expression changes as he sees both An Chuxia and Han Qilu. “Why are you here?”
Jiao Daihu is stupefied as he sees Nangong Zifei.
“Boss, we are late!” A large group of people come crying and screaming next to Jiao Daihu since they still think the body under the sheet is Nangong Zifei.
“It’s all a misunderstanding.” Han Qilu ignores Nangong Zifei as he reaches out for a cigarette from his breast pocket and hands it to the doctor who just collapsed. He leans over and says something in the doctor’s ear.
Flustered, the doctor looks at Han Qilu. The doctor waves his hand at the security, and the rest of the people leave.
“The deceased must go to the morgue anyway.”
Minutes later in the Intensive Care Unit
“Sorry, boss. I called sister-in-law.” Jiao Daihu says in a muted tone. “But I didn’t ask for him to come.”
Han Qilu looks foreboding.
“Since he’s okay, let’s head back.” An Chuxia smiles. She can’t cope with the embarrassing scene.
As An Chuxia stands up, Nangong Zifei reaches out for An Chuxia’s wrist and stops her. “Sit for a while.”
“Hey, let go of her hand!” Han Qilu takes a step forward and pulls away Nangong’s hand.
“Don’t do this!” An Chuxia immediately makes a face at Qilu.
Han Qilu grinds his teeth before taking a deep breath and walking out. “I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance. Hurry.”
The door automatically closes and An Chuxia sits. “I am here. What do you want to say?”
