Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1182: Entering the Drunkard’s Inner World
The nurse gave a few instructions and then left.
The man in white quickly closed the door, approached the bedside, and took out a delicate little ceramic vial from the pocket of his coat.
He opened it and poured a translucent medicine pill into his palm.
"This medicine was left to me by Feng Liyan before he left. He said that no matter the illness or injury, taking this can provide some relief. Qing Yi just took one earlier."
As he spoke, he carefully pinched the drunkard’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, and then placed the pill inside.
It melted as soon as it entered, it was indeed convenient.
Taking out his phone, the man in white dialed Feng Liyan’s number, silently praying that he would answer.
But still, he was out of the service area.
The drunkard remained unconscious.
Doctors and nurses came and went, yet they could do nothing but shake their heads at his condition.
Soon, twelve hours had passed.
The hospital had already issued a critical condition notice.
The man in white grabbed the doctor’s hand: "Doctor, doctor, think of something, think of something."
"I’m sorry, we’ve really tried our best."
"It can’t be cured domestically, what about abroad? Can you help me? I’m begging you, he’s still so young, he can’t die, I’m begging you."
"Calm down, we are doctors. If there was any hope, how could we just stand by and watch him die."
"Is there really no way?" The man in white was despairing.
The doctor sighed slightly: "Doctor Weng Te is a heart specialist, and even he says there’s no way, then there really is no way."
"At most, another twelve hours, if he doesn’t wake up, he won’t ever wake up... Even if he does awaken, with his current physical condition, he won’t survive half a year, and during these months, he’ll be plagued by illness, worse than death."
The man in white was stunned.
"You need to mentally prepare yourselves." After leaving those words, the doctor departed.
In the ward, only he and the drunkard were left once more.
No, there was one more, except he couldn’t be seen...
"There will be a way, there must be a way." The man in white suppressed the fear in his heart and took out his phone once again.
"Help me contact the most reputable heart specialists, both domestically and abroad."
"Yes, immediately, as many as possible."
The young man stood by the bedside, quietly watching the drunkard, having watched for over ten hours.
During these hours, his mind was almost completely blank.
He still didn’t recognize this person.
He looked up at the man in white, who was continuously making phone calls to find doctors around the world; all of his fear and anxiety were captured in the young man’s eyes.
The young man withdrew his gaze, looking back at the drunkard once more.
After much contemplation, he slowly reached out to the drunkard, his translucent fingertips touching the drunkard’s brow.
Following a flash of white light from the fingertips, the young man’s ethereal body was swept up as though by the wind, then entered the drunkard’s brow, vanishing from the ward.
Black
Boundless black
Black that couldn’t be pierced with fingers
The young man clenched his hands, overcoming the fear in his heart, and looked around.
Yet he could see nothing, more terrifying than the indistinct blackness of the Netherworld.
Scared of the darkness, he stood in place for a long time, not daring to take a step.
This was the inner world of the drunkard.
But why was it completely dark?
Was it because he’s unconscious, or is his inner world just like this?
No, he clearly cares so much about that person called Qing Yi, how could there be nothing in his heart?
This blackness that’s so dark it blinded the eyes was unbearable for the young man.
He steadied himself, tentatively called out: "Brother Mu Han..."
