Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 927: The Patient in Room 302 Is Only 25...

The doctor had no choice but to let the drunkard rest well and then prepare for the surgery the day after tomorrow afternoon.

The drunkard lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, one hand with an IV needle, the other weakly holding a phone.

The ward was very quiet, and in such a quiet environment, the drunkard couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander. The more he thought, the more scared and helpless he felt.

He forced himself not to think about the awful stack of lab reports, and his thoughts slowly drifted back to the past.

To the first time he met Qing Yi.

At that time, Qing Yi was only nineteen, full of youthful vigor, shouting with enthusiasm’s age, yet he already possessed a maturity and meticulousness that his peers couldn’t compare to.

Qing Yi was the warmest, most good-natured person he had ever met. He was truly exceptional, always considering others in every situation and never making anyone feel awkward.

Whenever someone did something wrong, he would always smile like an elder brother and say it was okay, then quietly fix the problem himself.

He could always take care of everyone, especially him, making sure to check on him even for his three meals a day.

He remembered the first time Qing Yi cooked noodles for him, he teased him, saying he was living like an old nanny at such a young age, with no youthful energy, only doing things young people disliked.

Qing Yi would just smile and not say a word.

As the drunkard thought about these things, tears uncontrollably flowed out of his eyes.

He cried not for his current sorry state, nor for the beautiful but untreasured past days.

He cried because, how did such a good person like him end up meeting him...?

The most common phrase he heard during his days in the hospital was, "The patient in room 302 is only twenty-five..."

Only twenty-five, such a good age, how did he end up so ill?

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"Little Princess, stop now, that’s enough."

"...Wait a little longer." Wen Xiao’ai gritted her teeth, holding tightly onto Feng Liyan, who wanted to break free, continuously injecting her spiritual power into his body to repair his damaged Golden Core.

"You should stop." Seeing Wen Xiao’ai’s pale face still holding on with gritted teeth, Feng Liyan felt heartbroken.

Wen Xiao’ai still didn’t pull back, the purple light enveloping Feng Liyan’s small body, as the Golden Core within him felt like it was being roasted over a fierce fire, making him highly uncomfortable.

After nearly ten more minutes, Wen Xiao’ai, exhausted, finally couldn’t hold on and had to let go, collapsing weakly back onto the bed.

Feng Liyan jumped from her embrace, came to Wen Xiao’ai’s side, and anxiously asked, "Little Princess, are you okay?"

"...I’m fine." Wen Xiao’ai slightly shook her head, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Feng Liyan stretched out his little paw to caringly wipe Wen Xiao’ai’s sweat.

Wen Xiao’ai looked at Feng Liyan and suddenly grinned.

"What are you grinning about?" Feng Liyan said grumpily but then couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Wen Xiao’ai swallowed and said, "They all say I only know how to play and cause trouble, but look, now I can even help you repair your Golden Core."

"Who had the nerve to say you only play and cause trouble?" Feng Liyan’s temper flared up immediately upon hearing someone say that about Wen Xiao’ai.

"Many people, even within our tribe, there are demons who say that about me."

"Didn’t I teach you to hit back directly if anyone bullies you? If you can’t beat them, come to me, and I’ll handle it."

That’s always how Feng Liyan taught Wen Xiao’ai, sometimes even making Ye Qi helpless.