Wen Zaao originally wanted to get up, but after hearing Lin Zixuan’s words, she suddenly beca quiet. She hugged the man in reverse, her calf hooked between the man’s thighs, and said in a gentle voice: "Lin Zixuan, can’t you see we’re strengthening our relationship? Please leave!"
Lin Zixuan was about to explode with anger. He originally ca to apologize to Wen Zaao, after all, she had done a lot for him. He felt it necessary to compensate her.
But upon seeing this scene, compensate? Ha!
He pointed angrily at Wen Zaao! "Wen Zaao! Fine! You really have guts! I was wrong about you!"
He couldn’t stand the scene in front of him, so Lin Zixuan turned around in anger and slamd the door forcefully.
The room returned to its usual calm. Wen Zaao patted the man on her body, "The play is over, you can get up now!"
"..." No movent.
"Hey! Get up for !" Wen Zaao pushed hard.
But soon she realized sothing was wrong. Her hand was sticky, and a strong sll of blood began to spread faintly.
Hospital.
The light in the operating room was on for nearly two hours before it went out. After all, the man fainted in her own ho, she didn’t want to be involved in any murder case, so she stayed at the hospital until the man’s surgery was over.
"Little girl, is the person inside your boyfriend? Dressed like that, like a prince from ancient tis, is he acting? But why does he have such long hair like a woman?"
Recalling the first ti she saw the man, his hair fell like a waterfall. Because of that long hair and his pale, bloodless face, she subconsciously thought he was a ghost.
Wen Zaao didn’t mind the word boyfriend, and hurriedly asked, "Is he out of danger now?"
"He’s temporarily out of danger. Nowadays, you rarely see actors this dedicated, using real swords in acting. If the sword had pierced one inch deeper, you wouldn’t have been able to save your boyfriend’s life. Here’s the dical bill, pay it when you have ti."
The doctor gave a few more instructions before leaving.
The word dical bill woke Wen Zaao up. She was busy waving her hand to explain, but the doctor had already left, leaving only a tired back.
Wen Zaao was depressed, he wasn’t her boyfriend.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the amount on the dical bill, instinctively covering her flat wallet, as if she could already foresee the big red banknotes drifting away from her...
Ouch... heartbreaking!
The man had just finished surgery, his face was still pale. The house was too dimly lit for her to see this thief’s appearance clearly; it was so enchanting, like sothing out of a comic.
No, his features were more three-dinsional than comic characters, his brow had a bit of height, and his eyes seed deep even when closed.
It wasn’t long before fatigue and drunkenness hit her in succession. Wen Zaao couldn’t help but let out a heavy yawn, but she couldn’t leave yet. The man broke into her house at night, his identity unknown, and most importantly, she had paid so much for his dical bills! Even if he didn’t have to pay her back, he must give an explanation!
As she was thinking, a nurse ca in holding sothing. She smiled at Wen Zaao and said, "Miss, is your boyfriend an actor? This was taken from his body during surgery. It must be a prop, right? It really looks real."
Wen Zaao wanted to wave her hand to deny it, but her gaze was caught by the gold dal in the nurse’s hand. She stood up, grabbed the gold dal, and examined it closely, "Are you saying this gold dal was pulled out from him?"
This pattern, she knew too well!
"...Yes, yes."
The nurse was puzzled.
The traditional characters on the gold dal were hard to recognize, but Wen Zaao still recognized the words engraved on it—Ye Chenwang Ling.
On the reverse side of the gold dal was a dragon, coiled above, its mouth open wide, and her slender fingers gently traced it, able to clearly see the dragon’s whiskers on its head.
Wen Zaao’s heart was tight, she quickly ran out, and after a few steps, she rembered sothing and turned back, instructing the nurse: "Keep an eye on him, if he wakes up, don’t let him go anywhere until I return!"
She hurried back ho, rushing straight to the bedroom as soon as she entered. She took a diary from the nightstand, brought it to the desk, and sat down.
She was a bit anxious, appearing flustered.
Opening the diary, she found the totem and repeatedly compared it with the totem on the back of the gold dal.
After a while, Wen Zaao cald down from her shock. In the silent night, she could hear her heart pounding loudly.
It’s been twenty years, a full twenty years.
She gripped the gold dal tightly, twenty years ago, her father disappeared while exploring Ye Chen’s Tomb, and along with her father, a gold dal from Ye Chen’s Tomb vanished too!
The gold dal that disappeared twenty years ago reappeared, it would be a lie to say Wen Zaao wasn’t excited.
...
Wen Zaao only slept for three hours at ho and returned to the hospital at dawn.
At this ti, a few nurses in white coats gathered around the door of Chu Ge’s ward, making quite a lively noise.
"So handso, I heard he ca wearing ancient costus, he must be an actor."
"But I’ve never seen him on TV before? Could he be a newcor?"
"So handso, he’s going to be a big hit! I’ll go ask for an autograph later."
"What! Stop guessing! That person is a lunatic, always calling himself ’this king,’ as if he’s a prince. Just now, when Xiao Qiao went to give him an injection, he twisted her wrist, too scary."
It was still early, there weren’t many family mbers in the corridor, only a few patients walking back and forth for morning exercises. As she stepped out of the elevator, she heard the nurse’s discussion, and her heart tightened. She quickly ran over.
"What’s going on?" The mont Wen Zaao entered, she saw Chu Ge’s hospital gown stained with blood, yet he stubbornly supported himself, vigilantly glaring at the doctors and nurses.
Chu Ge saw her co in, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
"Little girl, thank goodness you’re here. Does your boyfriend have ntal issues? As soon as he woke up, he twisted one of our nurse’s wrists, and now we’re all too scared to go near him."
Wen Zaao’s head buzzed a bit, she apologized to the doctor: "I’m sorry for causing trouble, please leave this to , I’ll try to calm him down, okay?"
The doctor was wary of getting involved any further, fearing he’d be the next one with a twisted wrist. Hearing Wen Zaao’s suggestion, he was happy to comply, "We’ll step out then."
The doctors and nurses all left, leaving only Wen Zaao and Chu Ge in the room.
Wen Zaao looked at him, the man’s hair hung loosely and a bit ssy, yet not disheveled, his chiseled features were even more striking than when he was asleep, especially those eyes like black obsidian, deep and narrow, with an unfathomable expression.
"Hello, I’m Wen Zaao, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you." Wen Zaao cautiously approached, "Let’s sit down first and talk slowly, okay? Look, your wound is already open, if you keep pushing like this, it’ll be life-threatening."
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