"Oh, oh, oh, I’m on it!"
The assistant, having been yelled at like that, hurriedly proceeded to do so.
What exactly was the director doing? One moment he was talking about chromosomes, the next he was ordering him to get blood drawn from the third young master Ou. What was he up to?
The assistant was very confused...
Meanwhile, Ou Mucen, on the other hand, had no idea what his friend from the laboratory department was doing after he left; he only knew that once he returned to the ward, he didn’t want to say anything.
He didn’t want to move, speak, drink water, or eat anything...
He didn’t want to call that woman either!
It was a terrible feeling; he had never felt such a thing in his life, as if all the colors he could see with his eyes had turned into a lifeless, dull grey, so devoid of life and vitality that it was exceptionally distasteful to behold.
Is this what it feels like when hope is shattered?
He picked up the two photos from the desk and began to scrutinize them again.
Chengzhi was right; the child did indeed resemble him a lot, especially after being pointed out, the similarity seemed even more apparent.
But, what did that matter? He was ultimately of no relation!
A trace of pain flickered in his eyes, and his slender fingers tensed as they twisted the photo, as if only by doing so could he quelch the indignation and pain in his heart.
Yes, how much he wished the woman he had taken that night was her.
He didn’t know how long he had been doing this, until the window outside began to drizzle with a fine, misty rain, and the cold strands mixed with the chilly wind blew onto his face. He looked up only to realize that the sky outside had indeed turned a murky grey.
"Third Master, why are you sitting here? It’s raining; be careful not to catch a cold." It was Jicheng’s assistant.
Ou Mucen didn’t move, instead staring up at the drifting rain outside. This city hadn’t seen rain in a long time; he remembered the last time it had rained was when he and she had gone to B City. He hadn’t expected that so much time had passed since then.
"Third Master, I’m going to draw some blood for testing, okay? The director said that after one last check, if everything’s fine, you can be discharged," the assistant said, his heart racing as he saw the man, exuding a cold aura, sitting motionless by the window. He tentatively approached him.
Fortunately, Mucen had no reaction to the request, so the assistant finally drew some blood from the vein in his wrist and then pressed down on it.
"Third Master, which assistant of yours didn’t come today? Do you want me to call a nurse to take care of you?"
Upon hearing these two words, he finally snapped back to reality, and so he looked up at the assistant: "What time is it now?"
The assistant glanced at his watch: "It’s just past 12:00; you haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you? Do you want me to buy you something?"
He withdrew his gaze, saying emotionlessly, "No need!" Then he picked up the mobile phone from the desk, found a number, and dialed it.
It was already noon, and he hadn’t even noticed. Where was that woman? Why hadn’t she come today? She wouldn’t have gone to Longfeng again, would she?
Finally, his senses returned, and he sat there, quietly listening to the sound of the call connecting. After waiting for roughly ten seconds, someone answered, "Hello..."
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up. I’ve been busy these past few days, and a lot of cleaning hasn’t been done around the room."
The voice on the phone sounded tired and a bit hoarse. He wondered what she was doing?