Without lingering, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left together and headed to the hospital.

Watching their figures disappear into the elevator, He Yi hugged her tabby cat Lily, tapping her little head as she whispered, "You, of all people to mess with, you had to provoke him. Remember, don't mess with him again, or your mother will kill you."

"Meow~~~" Lily, the tabby cat, tilted her head, a human-like look of confusion in her eyes.

He Yi said calmly, "He's going to be my dad, you know?"

Meow~~~

... ...

Chu Fang felt he should go to the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha to drive away bad luck.

He used to only go to the hospital once a year, but in just two days, he came twice.

So unlucky!

Throughout the journey, Zhong Tingyue kept apologizing, her face full of worry and sorrow. Although Chu Fang kept saying that everything was fine and there was no big deal, she still felt guilty, especially since the other party was the person she loved.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I went straight to the emergency department. They treated the wound briefly and did a check-up. It turned out there was nothing serious; all I needed was a few injections.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that the small wound would cause serious harm, but fortunately it didn't.

Chu Fang suddenly gasped and stammered, "Injection... injection... injection... can't the doctor just give me medicine instead of injections?"

"No," the doctor said decisively.

"What? Are you afraid of pain?" Zhong Tingyue came back to her senses.

"Of course! Injections hurt a lot."

He has an innate fear of needle holes and the like; the thought of tiny needles piercing flesh and delivering medicine into the body is terrifying.

Watching the doctor fiddling with the needle, Chu Fang couldn't help but shrink back.

“You can’t get better without injections,” Zhong Tingyue reassured Chu Fang. “It won’t hurt much, it’ll be fine in a bit.”

"pain!"

"fine."

"It really hurts."

"Good boy." Zhong Tingyue instinctively grabbed his hand, gently stroking the back of it like she was coaxing a child. "It will all pass soon. I know you can do it..."

Chu Fang's panicked mood gradually calmed down.

After a while.

A loud and powerful voice echoed throughout the emergency room.

"pain!!!"

... ...

Chu Fang was practically supported by Zhong Tingyue as she walked out of the hospital. It was already late at night when they left, and the hospital was brightly lit, like daytime.

Chu Fang turned around, looked at the hospital, and said angrily, "If I come to this hospital again, I'm a dog."

Zhong Tingyue smiled slightly, pursing her lips: "Sit for a while, I'll call a taxi."

"Stop hitting me." He refused. "It's only a few steps, let's walk back."

Zhong Tingyue nodded in agreement, and then she helped him slowly walk home.

Because of their injuries, they walked very slowly.

Zhong Tingyue suddenly felt that her gait was a little off. She looked down and saw Chu Fang limping. She said with a smile, "The rabies vaccine was injected into your arm. Why are you walking so unsteadily?"

Chu Fang said seriously, "The pain has moved from my arm to my thigh, so please support me more."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue smiled helplessly, bent down slightly, and casually put one of Chu Fang's arms on her shoulder, while her right hand wrapped around his waist. Chu Fang narrowed his eyes and smiled smugly.

Watching Zhong Tingyue running around for the hospital, anxious and worried, and helping him home, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life tonight.

Chu Fang patted her shoulder lightly and said casually, "Old Zhong."

What kind of address is this...? Zhong Tingyue twitched the corner of her mouth.

"How old are you?"

"twenty four."

"You're not getting any younger, do you have a boyfriend? I'll introduce you to one."

"How old are you?"

"twenty one."

"Let me introduce you to one."

"Sure."

What kind of girl do you want?

"Young, no more than eighteen; beautiful, like Fan Bingbing or Yang Mi; long legs, preferably supermodel legs, the kind that could crush me with one leg; lively and cheerful, willing to play games with me, the kind where I play ADC and she plays support, or even if she plays mid, she has to play Soraka and they'll play around me; wealthy, well... not too much, just a net worth of hundreds of billions; understanding, always available and at my beck and call..."

The moon in the sky seemed speechless at Chu Fang's outrageously unreasonable demands, and it obscured itself.

Zhong Tingyue felt as if a flock of crows flew overhead.

After stating his request, Chu Fang asked earnestly, "Are there girls like that?"

"have."

Really?

"In my dreams."

What dream?

"illusion!"

Chu Fang laughed: "By the way, Lao Zhong, where is your hometown?"

"Central Plains".

“Fellow villager, good!” he casually replied with a classic dialect phrase.

"middle!"

"Zhong!"

"中! (Second tone)"

“中 (zhong)”.

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with someone who hadn't even mastered basic pinyin in elementary school.

Where are you from?

"My hometown is in that... ..., you get it?"

"northeast."

"Oh, right, Chengdu in the southwest."

What's the connection between these two places? ... ...Zhong Tingyue sometimes really couldn't grasp his erratic thoughts: "What does your family do?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang thought for a moment and replied, "My dad is a Chinese language teacher with poor education, and my mom... is a regular at the mahjong parlor."

Zhong Tingyue tilted his head and said with a smile, "Well... to put it bluntly, I'm unemployed. When I was little, I ran a bookstore and made a living by selling teaching materials, relying on my dad's position as a teacher. But later, due to school policy, it couldn't continue and went out of business. My mom lost her job, and my dad didn't want her to do those hard jobs, so he made her retire."

Chu Fang's mother was a carefree woman who relied on her husband being a teacher. Chu Fang's maternal grandparents were a worker and a teacher, respectively, with substantial retirement pensions. The two elders only had one daughter, and they doted on Chu Fang's mother in every way.

She sends several thousand yuan of her retirement pension to her beloved daughter every month, so even without a job, she lives a very comfortable life.

“No wonder you don’t have a strong desire for money.” Zhong Tingyue nodded knowingly.

Parents influence their children's thinking and ideas.

"wrong!"

"wrong?"

Chu Fang said, "Because I have money, I don't have a strong desire for it."

Here we go again... Zhong Tingyue has heard this countless times: "So you don't have any ideas about the future?"

“Yes,” Chu Fang nodded. “Find a girlfriend, date, get married, have a child, have a grandson, and then you can die.”

Zhong Tingyue sometimes admires Chu Fang quite a bit.

In this materialistic world, people strive to climb the social ladder, scheming and plotting against each other, all in the pursuit of being superior and becoming the best of the best.

But he was completely indifferent to the things that people pursued.