Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The doctors who barely had a moment to breathe had to jump into action again.
Where previously Pei Zhen’s heart rate been alarmingly high, his pulse reading started flatlining.
Ignoring the odd feeling of his own body in upward flight, Fu Sichen threw himself forward. His face was ashen as he held Pei Zhen as well as the Persian cat.
“Pei Zhen, Pei Zhen? Pei Zhen!”
There was no heartbeat detected, and he felt suspended as if his body was in the deep sea, and he was suffocating… almost… dying. His soul was about to be wiped out!
“Doctor! Doctor! Help him, please!”
Thump.
Something had fallen.
The drops merged to become a long thread, and nothing could stop it.
His heart felt like it was tearing apart and the pain was numbing, to the point that he could no longer feel anything.
“B-Best Actor Fu…” Lin Yousu had never seen anything like that, and she was nerve-wracked. Her voice was trembling when she said, “I, I only lightly swiped the cat. I…”
Fu sichen looked up. His stare was biting cold, and his deep eyes were murderous with overflowing anger. They were like knives, like swords, like a violent thunderstorm charging at her.
Lin Yousu’s heart almost stopped, and she retreated in fear, not daring to say another word. Then she ran out of the room.
She had never seen that side of Fu Sichen, cold and dark like a demon rising from the abyss.
Pei Zhen was not unconscious for too long.
When his soul left the cat’s body, there was a conscious feeling of something peeling away. Before he lost consciousness, there was only one thought in his head.
She drugged Fu Sichen.
That’s right.
Drugged? She had drugged his sworn enemy! What about Lin Yousu, was she still around?!
Thinking that thought, Pei Zhen felt his chest tighten, and his back broke out in cold sweat.
Regardless of his emotions, he was not happy that someone drugged Fu Sichen. As he gradually regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes.
“Sichen, you… don’t you…” Wang Youquan’s comforting words were the first thing he heard. “Pei Pei… Pei Pei will be fine…”
Hmmmph, Pei Zhen thought. He had luck and fortune on his side, of course he’d be alright. It was just that he waited for a while and still had no response from Fu Sichen. Suspiciously, Pei Zhen half-opened his eyes and looked down through the slit.
Fu Sichen was carrying the Persian cat in his arms.
His eyes were lifeless, like his soul was gone, as he looked at the cat.
Fu Sichen looked traumatized. Outwardly he was tall and outstanding, a sight to be reckoned with, but at that moment he looked vulnerable.
Pei Zhen was speechless.
Why was he staring at the cat? He should be looking at Pei Zhen the man!
Wait. Wait a minute.
He glanced at the cat, and then instinctively felt his own body. Gathering all the courage he had, he cautiously looked down at himself.
Hospital pajamas, chest, hands…
Human hands!
He… he… he had become a human again!
He couldn’t contain his happiness. Pei Zhen was going to call out when from outside the room a body aggressively charged in.
“Pei Pei.””Pei Pei.””Pei Pei!”
Xiao Nian, who was on a business trip, almost fainted when he heard the news and immediately flew back.
Now he was crying and wailing. Like a whirlwind, he charged up and threw himself onto Pei Zhen’s body, shouting himself hoarse. “It’s all my fault, Daddy, wake up, please wake up. If only you’d wake up, your son, I, will swear off eating meat for three years!”
Xiao Nian was crying quite hard, his tears flowing freely and wetting Pei Zhen.
Pei Zhen was not glad at all and only wanted to give Xiao Nian a flying kick.
Luckily, he didn’t have to lift a finger.
Fu Sichen’s expression was one of determination. He reached out for Xiao Nian’s collar and said icily, “Get out.”
At that distance, Fu Sichen looked down and met Pei Zhen’s eyes.