Chapter 3: Die Quickly
The night was dim, and in City A at the end of September, it was already a little chilly late at night.
In a certain hospital's VIP ward, the lights were still on and a faint smell of disinfectant was floating in the air.
Qin Yelan was sitting beside the hospital bed, still wearing the high-end suit he wore to the banquet, and was peeling an apple with his head down.
His hands moved slowly, the apple peel stretched longer and longer under the knife, and his tone was somewhat reproachful: "If Aunt Wang hadn't called me to tell me about this, would you still have planned to hide it from us?"
"It's just a common cold and fever. It will be fine soon. I don't want to worry you."
Mu Ning was wearing a hospital gown, with his eyes lowered. He leaned obediently on the bed, pursed his lips and continued, "The party isn't over yet. You guys should hurry over. I can handle it by myself."
Qin Yelan handed the peeled apple to Mu Ning, pinched her pale cheek, and smiled.
"Don't worry about who is willing to attend those boring and pretentious parties."
Except for that annoying guy named Shi.
The smile on Qin Yelan's lips faded a little, and he looked towards the sofa on the other side.
"Qin Zhuo, you agree, right?"
Qin Qian sat silently in front of the sofa, not making any comment.
"Has Mu Jiahe's useless snack caused you any trouble recently?"
Mu Ning ate an apple in his mouth. After swallowing it, he answered Qin Yelan in a gentle voice, "No... After you and Brother Qin Zhu taught him a lesson last time, he restrained himself."
As he was speaking, Qin Yelan's cell phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call, "Brother Ye, what do you want to talk to me about?"
It was unknown what Ye Yun on the other side said. Qin Yelan responded as if nothing had happened and hung up the phone.
"Brother Yelan, what's the matter?"
"Nothing."
Qin Yelan threw his cell phone aside and nonchalantly played with the fruit knife in his hand. The sharp blade flashed coldly under the bright light, but a hint of interested smile appeared at the corner of the young man's lips.
"Qin Zhuo, your fiancé is in the hospital for food allergies. My uncle wants you to go and look after him. Don't waste time."
Hearing this, Qin Qi looked up at his twin brother with a dark look in his eyes.
After a moment, Qin Qi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "Your fiancé."
In response, Qin Yeyan smiled slightly, "Your fiancé."
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When Shi Yang woke up, the hospital's single room was empty. He was the only one there with an IV in his hand.
I had changed my wet clothes into clean hospital gown, but the allergic reaction had not subsided. My throat was still swollen and my face was numb, especially my lips.
His memory before he fell into a coma was a little vague. Shi Yang only remembered that he called Qin's uncle for help, and he hadn't seen Lao Deng yet.
Shi Yang felt a headache when he thought of those unethical tasks. He raised his hand and scratched his hair irritably, trying to ask in his heart: [System, are you still here? ]
System: [Yes.]
[I don’t mean to say that the tasks you issued are too difficult. Can’t you give me some slack? ]
The system's formulaic mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Sorry, I don't have this authority. ]
Shi Yang fell into silence.
System: [Host, believe in yourself...]
Shi Yang looked solemn: [Wait, I'm thinking. ]
Just like that, one minute passed, two minutes passed...
Shi Yang slowly sat up from the bed, picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the bedside table, opened his mouth, took a bite, chewed, chewed, and chewed again.
[Hey, this apple is quite delicious. ]
System: [……]
Seeing that the medicine in the bottle was almost finished, Shi Yang raised his hand and pressed the call bell.
Soon, the nurse came over and removed the needle, then looked at the young man on the bed with an unspeakable look on her face.
"Young man, be more careful in the future and don't eat anything carelessly."
There was no one she knew here, so Shi Yangchong smiled and said obediently, "I know."
The nurse's eyes became even more strange, and she hesitated to say, "Well... you should have a good rest. If you have any problems, just ring the bell."
Shi Yang just felt confused.
He raised his hand and touched his face. It was sticky and greasy, and it also gave off a sweet scent. It must be because the cream on his face was not wiped clean.
There was a separate bathroom in the ward. Shi Yang got up from the bed, walked lazily into the bathroom, and stood in front of the sink. He was caught off guard when he saw his own face. His body shook violently and his pupils shrank.
To be honest, the original owner's appearance is about 80% similar to his original facial features. His face is not big, fair and clean, and his facial features can be described as delicate.
When he was in school, Shi Yang was recognized as the most handsome boy in the school, and many boys and girls pursued him.
But now, he looked at the person in the mirror with difficulty, raised his hand to touch his numb lips, which had swollen like sausages, and his eyes were also swollen and squinted.
It's quite an eye-catcher.
No wonder the nurse looked at him like that just now.
Shi Yang looked at himself in the mirror for a long while and couldn't help laughing.
He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was an allergy and not just the way his face was.
If he really looked like this, he would not live.
Shi Yang washed the cream off his face, smoothed his hair, walked out of the bathroom in his slippers, and lay straight on the bed.
【System brother, I have carefully considered this. 】
[It's good to be alive, and it's not bad to be dead either. I won't do this mission anymore. 】
Not to mention whether those immoral tasks can be completed, if he really completes the tasks and is reborn, he will still have to work like a slave and work overtime for the evil capitalism without compensation.
He didn't want to live any more this day.
Shi Yang Salted Fish turned over and sighed earnestly, "Let me die quickly."
System: [……]
System: [Host, don't be so dead. ]
Shi Yang turned over again and saw a fruit knife next to the fruit plate on the bedside table. He took the knife and pointed it at his neck.
The next second, the system's voice rang in my mind: [Host, I can ask the higher-ups to apply for mission benefits for you.]
It was clearly still a cold mechanical sound, but it vaguely revealed a sense of sadness and helplessness.
Shi Yang let out a light "oh" and threw the fruit knife aside. He then noticed a mobile phone lying on the bedside table. It belonged to the original owner.
He picked up the phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, flipped through it casually, didn't see anything special, and finally clicked on the photo album.
When Shi Yang saw the selfies in the album, his eyes went dark.
Who is this snake-like face with a pointed chin, big eyes and pouty lips?
System: [It should be you. ]
Shi Yang's eyes darkened again. The original owner was arrogant and domineering, and his temperament was terrible. His aesthetic taste was also different from that of ordinary people. He directly set the beauty level of his selfies to 100.
Well, now I’m here.
Shi Yang opened the camera to take a selfie and was amused by his own sausage-like mouth and squinty eyes on the screen. He stretched out his index and middle fingers to make a "yeah" gesture, then started clicking towards the camera.
At this moment, the tightly closed ward door was suddenly opened from the outside.
Qin Qi and Qin Yelan appeared at the door and saw Shi Yang with a pouty mouth and squinting eyes, smiling and taking a selfie with her mobile phone.
The air around was quiet for a moment, and Qin Yelan's sigh was heard.
"It looks like he won't die. What a pity."