The First Brother Who Refused to Eat, the Male Lead, Part Three

Lin Yang’s favorite was always the “pitiful and lovable” type. If the former Xu Weiwan hadn’t been a little awkward and stiff, incapable of acting coy or sweet, she never would have lost her hold on Lin Yang.

“Brother Lin Yang, I think we should leave for now. My sister’s emotions are too unstable, it’s not good for her health.

Sister, don’t be angry. If you’re confused because of your illness, I won’t take it to heart.

Rest well. Brother Lin Yang and I will come to see you another time.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, she pulled Lin Yang away and turned to leave.

As they reached the door, Lin Yang couldn’t help glancing back. He saw Xu Weiwan peeking her head out from under the covers, looking at him.

Tears still hung on her cheeks, her lashes were damp from crying, and those large, clear eyes held a lingering reluctance she hadn’t managed to hide, mixed with sudden panic at being caught.

Lin Yang’s heart pounded wildly, but his body had already been dragged out of the hospital room by Xu Weilai and he could no longer see her.

Si Jiu pursed her lips, wiped the tears from her own cheeks, let out a low hum, and turned to press the call button by the bedside.

On the other side of the curtain, a tall “patient” lay on the bed. He wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, but a black sweatshirt, the hood pulled over his head, a black mask covering his face, though his eyes were open.

Forced to listen to the back-and-forth between the two sisters, he grew impatient and placed a hand over his eyes, slowly massaging his stomach.

Si Jiu was unaware that there was another patient in the room. She pressed the call button, summoning the nurse.

“You’re awake? Still dizzy? Do you feel like throwing up?”

Si Jiu focused inward for a moment, then answered honestly, “A little dizzy, but I don’t feel like vomiting anymore.”

The nurse smiled. “You really are careless. How could you forget to turn off the gas stove? If you’d been any later, something serious could’ve happened.”

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Si Jiu’s gaze dimmed. “I’m sorry.”

Anyone could see from her demeanor that she was a “girl with a story.” The nurse belatedly realized the gas stove might not have been “forgotten.”

“Um, I wanted to ask when I can be discharged.”

The nurse frowned. “You were admitted just this evening. You haven’t even spent one night here and you’re thinking of leaving?”

Si Jiu bit her lip and stayed quiet.

“Besides, whether you can be discharged depends on the attending physician. Do you have something urgent?”

Yes, I’m eager to find the male lead. I want to see if, in this world, “he” has followed me again.

“No, sorry, nothing urgent. By the way, could I borrow your phone?”

Seeing that Si Jiu was at least listening, the nurse’s frown softened. “You want to make a call? Your phone is right here.

When the ambulance arrived at your home, your phone was ringing nonstop, so we brought it along.

Oh, and when you were first admitted, I answered a call from your sister for you.”

The nurse pulled a phone out of the bedside cabinet and handed it over. “Here, she sounded worried about you. Give your family a call.”

Si Jiu took the phone and thanked her softly.

The nurse noticed her mood had grown even gloomier. Was it because she’d said something wrong just now?

“When the IV is finished, press the bell to call me.” After hesitating a moment, the nurse couldn’t help but add, “You’re so young, nothing is impossible to overcome. Try to keep your heart open.”

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She seemed to have guessed that Si Jiu had attempted suicide.

Si Jiu nodded slightly, saying nothing.

The nurse sighed, turned to leave, and as she reached the door, she heard a weak voice, “Thank you. I won’t do it again.”

The hospital room door closed gently behind her.

Si Jiu unlocked the phone and scrolled through the contacts from memory.

“Hello, Wanwan? Why are you still awake so late?”

“Waa… Yuanyuan, could you bring me something to eat at the hospital? I’m starving, I feel like I’ll die any minute.”

There was a flurry of movement on the other end. “Wanwan, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you in the hospital? Which hospital are you at? What do you want to eat? Wait, just hang on, I’ll come right now. Damn it, Song Fei, are you a pig? Get up, Wanwan’s in trouble! Get up, we need to go to the hospital!”

It sounded like utter chaos.

Si Jiu gave them the hospital address, hung up, and finally showed a genuine, heartfelt smile.

Xu Weiwan may have had a tough time, but she certainly had good taste in friends.