Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1028: Even if I have to tear down the Hall of Yama, I’ll save you

If he weren’t so weak, he probably would’ve shouted out loud.

"You’re awake?"

A familiar voice rang out.

"Did I hurt you?"

Joy was mixed with a hint of guilt.

The man in white turned his head laboriously, raising his eyes to meet a pair of deep gray eyes filled with anxiety.

"... Feng Liyan?"

The moment he saw Feng Liyan, the man in white inexplicably felt a sense of security, perhaps because the other was a doctor. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Though he hadn’t had the chance to personally witness just how good Feng Liyan’s medical skills were.

"Am I not dead?"

"Do you really want to die?" Feng Liyan, who had been blaming himself for hurting the other’s wound, suddenly responded in annoyance.

This foolish boy couldn’t think of anything good, while a Cat Demon like him with nine lives had an unyielding will to survive, and yet with just one life, he acts like this?

"... Am I really not dead?"

The man in white truly hadn’t expected to be saved in such circumstances.

It felt really good.

"You’re not dead, you’re not dead, you’re perfectly fine," Feng Liyan responded in annoyance.

"With me here, how could you die so easily? Even if you did die, I’d tear down the Hall of Yama to bring you back."

The man in white smiled weakly and said, "Third Young Master, you really arrived just in time. I thought I was done for."

Feng Liyan paused in his movements of bandaging the arm wound, looked at the pale, blood-smeared face of the man in white, and frowned:

"Who did you say?"

"Right, where’s the Third Young Master?" The man in white didn’t notice Feng Liyan’s unfriendly tone and dark face, and still dared to ask.

"Dead!"

Feng Liyan gritted his teeth, grunted angrily, and continued bandaging his wound, though his actions were clearly charged with emotion.

"What?!" The man in white widened his eyes, stunned by the news and unable to react for a moment.

In the next moment, he struggled to get up from the bed, but Feng Liyan pressed him back down with a firm hand on his uninjured right shoulder, not realizing his strength due to his frustration.

"Ah..." The man in white cried out in pain as he was pushed back to the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Looking at the man’s face twisted in agony, Feng Liyan felt a mix of guilt, heartache, and anger.

"Why are you moving around?!" He shouted at him irritably.

He was feeling more frustrated than ever.

The Third Young Master, the Third Young Master, all he thought about was that scoundrel Jun Moyan.

"What exactly happened to the Third Young Master?" The man in white asked urgently despite the pain, looking at Feng Liyan.

"How would I know? I’m not the Little Princess, following him around all day."

Feng Liyan was so angry he didn’t know what to do, looking at the freshly bandaged wound on his shoulder starting to bleed again, the gauze stained with fresh blood. He had no choice but to take off the gauze and find clean gauze to re-bandage it.

"But you just said..."

"I can say whatever I want; it’s my mouth!"

"..."

Why was he suddenly angry for no reason?

What did he say wrong earlier? Nothing, right?

"Can you get my phone for me?"

"..."

"It’s in the left pocket of my coat."

The cautious tone almost made Feng Liyan lose his temper.

Bending down to take the phone from the bloody coat pocket on the floor and handing it to him, he was about to continue removing the gauze when the man in white added, "... it’s, it’s dead."

Seeing Feng Liyan’s dark face, the man in white didn’t dare ask for his help anymore.