Bai Han, exhausted after a four to five-hour surgery, sat weakly on a chair, holding a rapid energy replenishment potion.
As he drank, he thought.
Yesterday, after finishing a surgery, amidst the surrounding clamor, he saw his childhood friend carrying a woman and coming to find him.
Seeing this, he raised an eyebrow in surprise, thinking his childhood friend had finally come around and learned to carry women. However, when he clearly saw the person in his friend's arms, his mind went blank for a moment.
Damn it, it was Miss Zhao—Zhao Fei'er.
The problem was, she was covered in blood, her face pale, held tightly by Qin Mohan.
He hurried forward and asked, "What happened?"
Damn it, damn it.
How could Miss Zhao be in such a state, covered in blood, on the verge of death?
If that old man from the Zhao family found out about this, wouldn't it cause an uproar?
Old Master Zhao doted on the only girl in their family the most.
Zhao Fei'er had been very frail since childhood, rarely leaving the house and never meeting outsiders.
Now that her health had finally improved and she could go out, Zhao Jianye doted on her like a precious gem, treating her as if she were fragile enough to break if dropped or melt if held in his mouth.
No one dared to let a single hair on her head be harmed.
How could he explain this situation?
"We encountered an unknown creature," Qin Mohan said coldly, placing Zhao Fei'er gently on the hospital bed and looking at Bai Han.
A flicker of something crossed his eyes as he spoke.
Bai Han looked closely at Zhao Fei'er's body. When he heard her heartbeat with the stethoscope, his heart calmed for a moment.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, she still had a heartbeat.
Just as he was about to prepare for surgery, he heard Qin Mohan's words, which startled him so much that his pen almost fell. He quickly turned around, looked at Qin Mohan, and anxiously asked, "Are you okay?"
Damn it, damn it, how could they suddenly encounter that unknown species?
One was the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, and the other was the future king. This unknown creature certainly knew how to target high-ranking individuals.
"I'm fine, go do the surgery," Qin Mohan said calmly, showing no expression in response to his childhood friend's shock. He then sat down on a chair outside the operating room.
Bai Han glanced at his childhood friend, put on his mask, and entered the operating room.
Fortunately, this unknown creature was not poisonous, and the surgery was completed in less than three hours.
Bai Han emerged from the operating room, looking exhausted, and saw Qin Mohan still sitting on the stool. He said, "The surgery was successful."
Qin Mohan, who was sitting on the stool, got up upon hearing this, said "Thank you," and left the hospital.
Watching his retreating back, Bai Han didn't think much of it and returned to his office.
Then, as he was peacefully falling asleep in bed, the equipment beside him suddenly beeped.
Hearing this, Bai Han sprang up from the bed like a startled carp, threw on a random piece of clothing, and rushed out of his house, running in a specific direction.
He ran to a mansion and, without even catching his breath, signaled the security guard to let him pass.
The security guard on duty that night recognized him and immediately opened the gate. This person didn't need an appointment; he could enter directly.
It was the King's order.
Seeing the gate open and having caught his breath, Bai Han ran inside, as his childhood friend was having an episode again.
He didn't know why, but his episodes had become more frequent in the past few months.
Couldn't his mental power ever be stable?
He could fall asleep and have a mental outburst. He was truly remarkable.
He was genuinely afraid that his childhood friend would just disappear one day while sleeping.
Fortunately, bad luck seemed to linger.
Otherwise, at this rate of episodes, other people's graves would be overgrown with weeds.
Sigh.
Bai Han, not in the mood to admire the surroundings, ran directly to the main door and knocked.
Panting slightly, he said, "Open... open the door."
If you don't open it, your master will be gone.
Less than a minute later, a maid came to open the door. Seeing Bai Han, she said in alarm, "Young Master Bai Han, you're here."
Bai Han, having caught his breath, ignored the maid, told her to "move aside," and ran directly towards Qin Mohan's room.
Without knocking, he entered.
The entire room was in a dark color scheme. Bai Han felt along the adjacent wall and found the light switch. He pressed it.
The room instantly lit up.
Bai Han approached Qin Mohan and saw that his face was covered in sweat, and he was muttering something.
However, it was impossible to make out what he was saying.
Bai Han didn't pay much attention to it and took out the sedative he had brought. As he turned to adjust the dosage, he saw Qin Mohan suddenly sit up and grab his hand, saying, "Who is Lin Hao?"
Startled, Bai Han dropped the syringe.
The shattered glass scattered across the floor, but Bai Han didn't mourn the precious, hard-to-buy medicine.
Qin Mohan's words kept replaying in his mind.
Who is Lin Hao.
Who is Lin Hao.
Could he have remembered? It was impossible to remember, back then everything…
Had that surgery become ineffective?
Thinking this, Bai Han's eyes widened instantly.
This…
Should he tell him now? It would cause him less pain.
But as soon as he thought of speaking, he remembered those people.
No.
Absolutely not.
He absolutely could not tell him.
Bai Han went through many scenarios in his mind about what to say next, but Qin Mohan didn't speak further. He turned his head to look at his childhood friend, his eyes vacant, and the hand that had been gripping his had returned to the bed.
Seeing this, his frantically beating heart instantly settled back into his chest.
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
It was just him talking in his sleep.
Reassuring himself, Bai Han took out another syringe from his backpack and slowly injected it into his childhood friend's arm.
Looking at his arm, already covered with needle marks and nowhere to place another, his recently calmed heart began to waver again.
Was the path he had chosen still the right one?
Was this truly the correct path?
He felt he was no longer worthy of being a doctor.
Bai Han slumped to the floor powerlessly. His usually neat hairstyle was disheveled from the ordeal. Looking at his childhood friend, who had finally settled down and his mental energy had calmed, he repeated in his heart, over and over again.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Dreamless night.
—I am a gorgeous dividing line—
Lin Hao opened his eyes to the gentle sunlight.
Forced to get up, Lin Hao, unable to get out of bed and go to the balcony, sent a friendly greeting to the beautiful sun in his heart.
Then he pulled the curtains shut and continued his battle with the bed.
After all, if this monster of a bed wasn't dealt with, the world would never know peace. Lin Hao decided to sacrifice himself to save the world.
About an hour later, Lin Hao finally woke up, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the time.
It was already ten o'clock.
As expected, he shouldn't have stayed up late.
Lin Hao thought to himself. The previous day, he had edited some particularly cool moments from his games to post on the Star Network, but he ended up working until past three in the morning.
Thinking this, Lin Hao excitedly opened the Star Network to check the data for his gaming highlights.
He truly didn't know until he looked, and he was shocked.
Zero plays!
Table flip (ﾉꐦ๑´Д`๑)ﾉ彡┻━┻
Were his millions of fans all eating rice? Even if just one person watched, it wouldn't be zero plays.
Because of the "big shot halo" effect in the past few days, he had gained over a million followers in less than half a month.
He felt the world's deep malice towards him again.
Refusing to believe it, Lin Hao searched for "Shuang Mu Walks the World" on the live streaming app.
Upon seeing this, Lin Hao wished he could kill himself for even thinking of searching for it.
Because searching revealed shocking things!
There were clips of his relationship with the big shot, and then, "Did the streamer's goose run away today?"
Seeing this, Lin Hao thought it was utterly ridiculous.
He could understand the "CP" thing, but this goose, he couldn't accept it.
What was this "goose"?
Driven by curiosity, he clicked on a video with a colorful title.
He felt that this short video of a few dozen seconds would require a lifetime to heal.
In the video, he wasn't showing his face, but was furiously tapping on the keyboard, laughing as he did so, laughing so heartily.
As happy as he was laughing then, he was now heartbroken. He wondered, "Was it really that funny back then?"
"My King, would you like something to eat?" Rila's voice from the doorway interrupted Lin Hao's self-doubt.
He closed the Star Network and said to Rila, "I'll be right out." As he spoke, he put on his clothes.
In less than five minutes, Lin Hao reached the door and opened it, seeing Rila waiting for him.
"Let's go," Lin Hao said preemptively, fearing she might put on a grand display early in the morning, so as to avoid losing more years of his life after his rebirth.
Hearing this, Rila quietly followed behind the King, gazing at his back.
Her heart was filled with contentment.
This kind of life was truly good.
Today it was still the fish soup. Lin Hao ate his fill again.
Lying on the chair, he asked Rila, "Have the insects all arrived now?"
It had been several days, and these insects should have arrived.
"Most of them have arrived, and those further away are still making their way here," Rila said, glancing at the data she had recently collected.
Rila was not a combat-type insect, unlike Alpha and Xil. However, her status was not determined by strength. She possessed a data collection system that other insects lacked.
No matter how far the distance, if she wanted to know something, she would find out within half a day.
This made Lin Hao deeply impressed. Indeed, the insect race had many capable individuals. No, capable insects!
"That's good. How is Lan Jia Ruo doing lately?"
Lin Hao suddenly thought of that fish. After all, he had enslaved him because he liked Xil, and he felt a little guilty.
Although he liked free labor, he couldn't keep exploiting him forever.
What if that fish decided he'd had enough and decided to rise up like a peasant? What would he do then?
Rila, who was still looking up insect information, was momentarily stunned upon hearing the King's words, trying to recall who Lan Jia Ruo was.
Then a figure suddenly flashed out.
"Lan Jia Ruo, is that the fish? He's doing well lately, working quite diligently," Rila said casually, then continued organizing her data.
Hearing this, Lin Hao's heart was put at ease. He didn't doubt what Xil had done to earn such a hard-working fish that wasn't even picky.
Truly excellent.
However, after several such incidents, Lin Hao had learned his lesson. He wouldn't get interested in anything unnecessary.
As the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
He would remain a cat that was curious about nothing.
Lin Hao lay on the sofa, bored. He accessed the Star Network from his space and slowly scrolled through new updates.
Holding a fruit, he swiped through the Star Network, eating the fruit bit by bit.
However, when he scrolled to a trending topic, the fruit in his hand instantly dropped to the floor. He quickly sat up.
#Zhao Fei'er Severely Injured Saving the Crown Prince, Currently in Intensive Care Unit.#
#According to related sources, Miss Zhao's abdomen required eighteen stitches.#
#Is this what they call love? Miss Zhao Sacrifices for Love.#
He didn't look at the subsequent trending topics.
What do they mean by "severely injured"?
What do they mean by "eighteen stitches for love"?
This was goddamn love.
It was all bullshit.
The Star Network automatically played the next video. A middle-aged man looked at the screen with a weary expression and said, "Fei'er, these things happen unexpectedly. The only hope now is that Fei'er recovers quickly."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face.
Hearing this voice, Lin Hao immediately snapped out of his self-doubt. Looking at the Star Network in his hand and the person on it.
He immediately threw the Star Network to the ground.
He didn't care about the glass on his feet.
Zhao Jianye, you promised me, you wouldn't touch Fei'er, you promised.
Hahahahahaha.
I'm truly foolish to believe your lies.
Hahaha.
Lin Hao sat dejectedly on the sofa, covering his eyes with his hands. Tears dripped from his arms.
Fei'er, how much pain must you be in?
You were always afraid of pain since you were little. Eighteen stitches, how painful must that be?
Side Story:
Lin Hao: I really want to see Fei'er.
Sunflower Seeds: Don't you want to see Qin Mohan?
Qin Mohan, who was suddenly mentioned, immediately sat up straight and looked at Lin Hao affectionately.
Lin Hao: No ┐(─__─)┌.
Why would I want to see him?
Qin Mohan: Wuwuwuwu, Wife doesn't miss me, Daddy~
Sunflower Seeds: I... I can't do anything about it. It's your wife's own choice.
Fei'er: Noob.
Sunflower Seeds: How can a beautiful young lady use such foul language?