"I should have strangled you the mont you were born!"
"Bi Xia, you heartless thing! I curse you!"
As the door to the ward slowly closed, and the insulting words occasionally drifted out, Bi Xia curled her lips indifferently, leaning lightly against the wall, lost in her thoughts.
ng Chi, having completed the paperwork and returned, saw Bi Xia’s deanor and heard the shouting from Bi Qingyun. His brow furrowed harshly, casting a cold glance at the ward door. He signaled to the doctor beside him, and soon, five or six people dressed as doctors and nurses surged into the ward, followed by the man’s screams.
"Boss," ng Chi stepped forward and handed over the docunts to Bi Xia, "it’s all done."
Bi Xia glanced sideways, "Is it still useful?"
ng Chi looked at the papers, "Probably not anymore."
Raising her hand to take the hospitalization forms, she casually tore them into pieces and tossed them into the nearby trash can. Her starlit eyes looked calmly toward the door that opened, where Bi Qingyun lay screaming and pinned to the bed, "You’re the one who called them here."
What Bi Xia was thinking, ng Chi could not guess, remaining silent with his head down.
Seeing ng Chi’s stance, Bi Xia chuckled, raised her hand to pat ng Chi’s shoulder, and heard the approaching footsteps, looking up to see Bi Qingyun’s main caregiver coming towards her.
Slowly straightening her posture, Bi Xia gazed at the middle-aged man in front of her. The doctor smiled slightly at Bi Xia, "Mr. Bi..."
"I’m ninth in line," Bi Xia corrected flatly. Though she carried the Bi surna, she did not like being associated with Mr. Bi, as if inevitably linked to Bi Qingyun.
The doctor paused, promptly changing, "Ninth Young Master, the other woman you sent has been arranged, just not far away."
Bi Xia nodded, taking a deep look at Bi Qingyun, then suddenly smirked and said, "Doctor, my father and his stepmother are seriously ntally unstable. Please, be extra cautious; do not let anyone but visit them."
The doctor nodded, "Rest assured, our security and visitation protocols are very strict; the concern you have will not happen."
In the ntal institution, besides genuinely ntally ill individuals, many feigned ntal patients exist, the deeper aning understood by all. As doctors, they ask what they should and leave curiosities unbidden.
Bi Xia smiled in satisfaction, "Oh, and about that stepmother of mine, she loves my father dearly," turning to the doctor, "so please, after each ’treatnt,’ be sure to let them et alone for a chat or sothing."
Hearing Bi Xia’s words, the doctor shivered, looking complexly at the impossibly beautiful youth before him. Those starlit eyes were serene; the exquisite face still bore a faint smile, yet spoke words like an evil demon.
Understand, the treatnt offered to these special patients is not sothing a normal person could endure. Over ti, even without illness, sickness would develop; putting the two together would certainly lead to disaster.
But...
Facing the youth’s calm smile and stern, irresistible eyes, the doctor felt his legs begin to tremble. He bowed slightly to Bi Xia, hurriedly agreeing, "Yes, yes, sir and madam are so severely ill, and yet Ninth Young Master considers them so deeply, truly very filial."
"Filial?" Bi Xia elongated the tone, looking expressionless at the now silent, motionless Bi Qingyun, suddenly huffing softly, "You got it wrong, my filial piety—they...are unworthy."
He gave the stunned doctor a glance, then casually withdrew his gaze, signaling to ng Chi with a snap, and together they moved forward.
Upon exiting the ntal institution, seeing the splashing water underfoot, Bi Xia slowly raised her head towards the sky. Earlier clear, now turning dark with drizzle falling gently.
Raindrops fell on her face and into her eyes, as Bi Qingyun’s words forced themselves into her mind once more.
A soft chuckle arose, as she raised her hand to wipe away the rain on her face, turning to smile at the worried ng Chi, "Let’s go."
Curse? So what. From today, the one who haunted her life like a nightmare was finally gone from her world. If there were truly a curse, let it co.
She, Bi Xia, is fearless.
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