Capítulo 1848: Chapter 1221: Mr. H
Even though he didn’t know who saved him, didn’t know where he was, or what the savior’s intentions were… Even though his mind was a tangled ss, Xia Chuchen could clearly feel that his body was gradually improving.
From initially not having the strength to move a finger, he could now barely sit up on his own.
But getting out of bed was still wishful thinking.
The room had no view of the sun; unable to see outside, he had no idea how much ti had passed. The only thing that told him ti was moving at its eternal, unchanging speed was the drip hanging by his bed.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock…”
Soft as a mosquito’s hum, almost imperceptible.
He didn’t know what kind of dicine was flowing into his body through the tubes, but it must have been aiding his recovery.
Even as he slowly recovered, Xia Chuchen still couldn’t co to terms with his left pinky finger that had beco part of him.
The room remained silent.
Xia Chuchen had already adapted. He pulled off the covers and slowly, carefully moved his legs, trying not to use the call button at the bedside, attempting to stand on his own.
But he failed again.
“Thud…”
He couldn’t muster enough strength or support; he had overestimated his physical condition. Despite trying to prop himself up with his hands on the edge of the bed, he fell to the cold ground, dislodging the needle from his hand.
“Hoo…”
Xia Chuchen took a deep breath. Truth be told, it was impressive that soone his age dared to venture abroad for opportunities—truly resilient. He didn’t scream, but broke into a cold sweat, trying to use the bed to stand again.
Sweat kept pouring from his forehead, but it did have so effect. With his effort, he propped himself on the bed and, though difficult, successfully managed to stand halfway up.
“At your age, the most abundant thing you have is ti. There’s no need to rush.”
Just as he was almost standing, a hand supported his arm, with hair still thick on the back.
Xia Chuchen was helped to sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’re still in recovery, be careful not to leave irreversible aftereffects.”
“I want to go back.”
Xia Chuchen said.
The man, about whom he still knew nothing, stood by the bed and said with a smile, “You can’t even walk on your own. Where can you go?”
Xia Chuchen was silent.
“Always lying in bed isn’t good. You need to get off the bed for so exercise. Want to go out for a walk?”
Xia Chuchen nodded without hesitation.
Since waking up, he hadn’t left this room.
The man helped him, step by step, slowly out of the room.
Outside was also silent, as if no other people were around; the dical staff were nowhere to be seen.
They passed through a corridor, down so stairs, and with the man’s strong arms assisting, Xia Chuchen’s view finally broadened.
A faint fishy sll wafted by.
It wasn’t an illusion.
He finally understood why he always felt the room was swaying.
This was a ship.
A snow-white ship.
Over ten ters high, with nothing but near-blinding white in sight.
He wasn’t in a hospital, not even on land.
“Where is this?”
“This is a place where you won’t be disturbed during your treatnt and recovery.”
Though the answer was slightly different, Xia Chuchen still didn’t get a precise reply.
He couldn’t help but recall a saying.
The world never gives without reason.
This was sothing his sister often repeated in his ear.
Of course.
It was before she left ho.
But unfortunately, he didn’t heed the advice, ended up believing Myanmar could make him rich, and nearly lost his life.
Though he escaped death…
But now, was he really safe?
The world never gives without reason.
Can soone mysterious and evasive with even the simplest questions truly be his savior?
Maybe he’s not academically brilliant, went to a vocational school, but that doesn’t an he’s stupid.
So people truly lack the talent for studying.
On the contrary.
People with poor academic performance might actually excel in emotional intelligence, usually reflected in their social adaptation skills.
There’s always a portion of early school leavers who thrive in society, becoming the envy of elite university graduates as successful business owners.
Like a fish thrown on land, or a bird sunk underwater.
Success is finding the right stage for oneself.
Moreover, after experiencing betrayal by a friend, even the most naive would beco cautious about trusting others. Xia Chuchen began to doubt the unknown man’s nature in his heart.
Of course.
He wouldn’t say it out loud.
Currently, walking on his own is still a luxury; if any unexpected situation arose, the result would be fatal. Exposing the current “friendly” situation holds no benefit for him.
“Thank you.”
Xia Chuchen stopped probing and finally expressed his belated gratitude for the man’s life-saving kindness.
“May I know your na?”
He seed to want to rember his benefactor.
“You can call Mr. H.”
Bestowing a favor without expecting repaynt while keeping the mystery intact?
“You’re a mixed-race, aren’t you?”
Xia Chuchen looked at the man’s face.
“Good observation.”
Mr. H joked. Aside from being mysterious, he seed friendly and easygoing, exuding no pressure whatsoever.
But Xia Chuchen wouldn’t be deceived by surface impressions.
Let’s not forget the last scene before he fainted—people as ruthless as Cai Jian’s uncle, and even those like Cai Jian who bullied the weak, were killed outright.
He may have been saved, but actions like leaving no survivors indicate the person is certainly not a simple good Samaritan.
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