Yi Shu said that Chi Yu has been resting recently, going to worship Buddha... but in fact, it’s just recovering from an injury.
He used to make a fuss about a little cut on his finger, immature to no end.
But now he’s "mature." Even with such a serious injury, he obediently hides away to lick his wounds.
Fool.
Truly hopelessly foolish.
He doesn’t want to marry her, yet can’t bear to part with her. What exactly is he thinking?
Is he really just toying with youth? Will he only get tired of it once he’s had enough fun?!
The silence persisted for an unknown amount of ti. Gu Yuan took out her phone and called Sheng Yi.
The first call didn’t get through to Sheng Yi, but she soon called back.
She naturally didn’t ntion she was filming, and said she would co over right away. Gu Yuan knew better and said, "You stay put this ti, focus on filming."
"No way! I must co!" Sheng Yi insisted, "Yuanyuan, wait for , I’ll be there soon."
"No, Sheng Yi, I have so personal matters to confront her with, you be good." After so thought, Gu Yuan decided not to bring Sheng Yi along.
Every year just seeing Wen Fei bothers her; she doesn’t want Sheng Yi to be troubled too. Besides, Sheng Yi is so busy, and her filming is important.
...
Yanjing.
A courtyard valued at billions, specially designated as a private dical facility.
Quan Jin had just moved in here.
The first night he moved in, he was sleepless until morning. The second night, he was awake till midnight, and his spirits were noticeably low every day; he didn’t seem to be in good shape.
Now, the first thing he does each day when he wakes up is look in the mirror, to see if his face looks more gloomy than it did yesterday.
In front of the chessboard, two people sat cross-legged.
The chess in front of Quan Jin was not chess, let alone other complicated gas, but Gobang, which even a three-year-old could play.
And sitting across from Quan Jin was his attending physician—Tu Kuan.
As the attending physician, Tu Kuan’s usual tasks should have been to communicate with patients, understand their dication status, keep studying since there’s no end to learning, and collect notable dical cases. But this was all before Quan Jin arrived.
After Quan Jin ca here, Tu Kuan’s routine was completely disrupted, and he had to treat him like a revered ancestor, attending to his every need.
At this mont, Tu Kuan urged Quan Jin, who was looking in the mirror, to make a move, while also blocking Quan Jin’s white pieces.
"Are we playing Gobang again tomorrow?" Tu Kuan asked, looking utterly resigned.
Quan Jin: "Play, continue playing."
Tu Kuan felt conflicted, "Can we try sothing different? Why not chess? Why not Go? You use this precious black and white jade set for Gobang every day, are you missing a screw or a shoe insole factory, aren’t you bored?!"
"Not bored."
"You’re not bored, but I’m very bored, ancestor."
"You’re my attending physician, I paid you for this, am I short of money for you."
"...Well, no, uh... is there anything Young Master Quan needs to do?"
"Play chess with ."
"Okay, Young Master Quan." Tu Kuan resigned himself to his fate.
After a while.
Quan Jin looked up at Tu Kuan’s utterly resigned face and said without much inflection, "I’m already terminally ill and shouldn’t overexert my brain; thinking too much might speed up my demise. Gobang requires no brain power, it’s my only form of entertainnt. Does this explanation satisfy you?"
Tu Kuan: "..." It’s not that serious.
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