Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 521 - 506 Is it the Ghost Doctor_1
Chapter 521: 506, Is it the Ghost Doctor_1?
Chapter 521: 506, Is it the Ghost Doctor_1?
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Under the warmth of his skin, the man’s heartbeat reached Jian Luo’s fingertips, making his eyes bristle with emotion. His usually cold and hard tone softened.
“You already knew about the viral reagent in my body, so why are you still forcing me? Black Jack, why are you doing this?”
By the end, he couldn’t help but choke up.
Black Jack cupped his face, his fingertips migrated on his cheeks with a soft voice, “Jian Luo, if it were me today who were suggesting we break up, would you let me go?”
“…”
Jian Luo’s eyes drooped, his answer had been long lodged in his heart.
No, of course not.
“So, how can you ask me to do something that you yourself have no power to? Jian Luo, what you’re doing to me is cruel, what do you think I am?”
Tears welled up in Jian Luo’s eyes, he struck Black Jack’s shoulder, “What should I do then? I might not have much time left here. I don’t want you to watch my sick face in agony, I’m just scared… scared that I won’t be able to see your face anymore…”
His words choked off, lost in a heated kiss. Jian Luo’s mind went blank, and he reached out intending to hold him.
After a moment, when Black Jack let go of him and they were face to face, their warm breaths misting each other’s faces, “Luo Xiaobai, if you really lose your sight, I will be your eyes. And if you die, I will accompany you. No matter where you go, you can’t abandon me.”
His magnetic voice, his firm and domineering words, were breaking down the already-shaky fortress in Jian Luo’s heart.
Jian Luo gazed at him deeply. After a while, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Black Jack, you’ve won.”
Before his words had even fully left his mouth, he was engulfed in the man’s powerful embrace.
“Luo Xiaobai, we can get through this. Bai Jue will have a solution,” he cooed, his hand nestling Jian Luo’s head.
“Mmm,” Jian Luo closed his eyes, lifting a hand to embrace him in return.
Eventually, he lost to him.
But, he lost willingly.
The room fell silent.
“We still can’t get a hold of Little Qingqing, it’s really making me nervous.” The elder Mr. Jian put down his phone with an unsettled look on his face.
“Dad, don’t worry too much. Luoluo’s current condition is stable, Qingqing and Bai Jue should be back soon.” Mo Xiao spoke soothingly.
Jian’s old man opened his mouth, about to say something, but then he heard steps coming from the stairway.
Soon after, Jian Luo and Black Jack descended the stairs together.
The old Jian knew that Black Jack had stayed the night here, and he did not say anything about it.
“Luo, how are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?” Mo Xiao looked at Luo, concern etched in his icy gaze.
“Dad, I’m fine. I’m sorry for making you all worry,” Jian Luo apologized.
“This child…what are you talking about? You can’t hide such severe illness from us. It seems like you’re just itching for trouble.” Jian’s grandfather looked at him lovingly, feigning annoyance.
“Grandpa, I was wrong. I won’t do it next time,” Jian Luo obediently said.
Jian’s grandfather glanced at Black Jack, then said, “Breakfast is ready in the dining room. You go have a eat, Black Jack, you stay here.”
Jian Luo’s smile faded, his eyes full of unease as he shifted his gaze to Jian’s grandfather. “Grandpa!”
“You think your Grandpa is going to eat him or something?” Feeling a hint of irritation at Jian Luo’s sudden defense of Black Jack, Jian’s grandfather scoffed.
His raised child was actually elbowing him for an outsider.
What little rascal this is.
In the end, considering Jian Luo’s current physical condition, Jian’s grandfather softened, “Black Jack, you can stay here for the next few days.”
At his words, the eyes of Jian Luo and Black Jack lit up.
“Thank you, grandpa!” Jian Luo’s lips curved upward in a smile.
Jian’s grandfather huffed, “Now you know how to thank me? Weren’t you just treating me like a big, bad tiger who’s going to eat somebody?”
Jian Luo chuckled sheepishly, “Not at all.”
“Thank you, Grandpa Jian,” Black Jack said.
“Go and eat breakfast, it’s going to get cold if you wait a while longer.” Although they were not his biological children, they were still the children he had watched grow. If they hadn’t been together, how could Jian’s grandfather have bothered Black Jack?
Jian Luo took hold of Black Jack’s arm, and the two headed toward the dining room. Mo Xiao watched as their backs become one. His gaze darkened.
Silence filled the room.
The tension in Saint Ronas Town ceased after Iverson and the others were caught, and the town quickly regained its usual tranquility thanks to the relief materials sent by Jingwu.
Jian Qing got up very early and went for a walk with Jingwu along the beach, a bunch of children were playing barefoot on the beach.
Jingwu encircled his arms around Jian Qing from behind, the large coat ensnared her firmly against him. Jian Qing relaxed into him, her gaze falling on the children kicking around a football nearby.
The football soiled with sand rolled to their feet.
“Sister, could you kick our ball back, please?” A boy smiled brightly at Jian Qing, hollering at them.
Jian Qing smirked, just as she was about to move her foot to kick the ball, Jingwu behind her beat her to the punch. He stretched his long leg out and kicked the ball back in one swift action.
“Thank you!” The boy got his ball back, beaming in thanks.
Jian Qing turned towards Jingwu, his handsome face in her view she teased, “Are you a sister?”
He was the one called out to, not Jingwu. Why was he butting in?
“I’m your husband!” He responded.
Jian Qing laughed, turning around to look at him. “Says who? Do you have an official wedding certificate to prove that?”
“We’ll go get one as soon as we get back then.” A galaxy of stars danced in Jingwu’s purple eyes, the grin on his lips intoxicating.
“Dream on.” Jian Qing retorted.
Jingwu merely chuckled low. He wasn’t going to argue.
After all, getting the marriage certificate was something they’d definitely have on their to-do list soon.
Meanwhile, Bai Jue and Fu Heng had once again locked themselves in the room, researching an antidote. Sometimes they even forgot to eat.
“Damn it, finally cracked it. I was almost done for.” Bai Jue stood up, stretched, and sighed.
He could smell the stench that had started to seep into his clothes.
Fu Heng too was wearing a relieved smile, “Let’s just finish up the rest quickly, I’m starving.”
Bai Jue nodded, resuming his work on the antidote.
“By the way, Bai Jue. I have a question for you.” Fu Heng suddenly said.
“What?”
“Are you the legendary Ghost Doctor that no one can find?” Fu Heng asked, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.
Having witnessed Bai Jue’s medical skills firsthand in the past few days, it was clear that they were much more nuanced than what any ordinary doctor possessed.
Bai Jue was nonchalant, his face calm, “What Ghost Doctor?”
“Alright then, I’ll take it as you admitting.” Fu Heng helplessly said.
Bai Jue looked flabbergasted, “And when did I admit?”
Brother, you can eat however you’d like, but you can’t be talking nonsense like that.
Once they found the antidote, the rest of the work was fairly straightforward. Bai Jue and Fu Heng administered the antidote to the townspeople who’d been injected with the viral reagent. Nonetheless, they kept the townspeople in isolation to continue observing their condition and prevent any unexpected occurrences.
