It took a few seconds for the car window that blocked the view to open, and what came into view was the man's outstanding appearance, which was no different from when he left. The bridge of his nose was high and his eyebrows were straight.
He was leaning half-back in the car, half of his body intruding into the darkness, and the corners of his crimson lips were raised unnecessarily in a conspicuous way: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Nian's eyes paused on his thin lips for a few seconds.
The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his white neck was cut sharply. The man's sitting posture hidden in the darkness relaxed a little, letting her watch, and smiled.
"Why are you back?"
"Are you not feeling well?" Qiao Nian frowned, her eyes cold and sharp, as if she wanted to see into the true soul beneath his skin.
Ye Wangchuan paused for a moment and met her eyes: "No."
"Really not?"
Qiao Nian tried hard to identify the strangeness in his eyes, but she didn't know if he hid it too well or if he really wasn't uncomfortable and couldn't tell.
"No." Ye Wangchuan patted the back of her hand firmly, smiled, and joked lazily: "If God Qiao doesn't leave, I'll assume you don't want to leave."
"Can't bear to leave me?"
Qiao Nian's heartbeat was disturbed by his short words. She took back her elbows that were propped on the car window, put her hands in her pockets, and returned to her usual aloofness, keeping away from strangers.
"Gone."
"Um."
Ye Wangchuan responded.
Qiao Nian walked back halfway and glanced back at him. Ye Wangchuan really wanted to know that she would turn back and meet the man's innocent smile. He also stretched out his hand from the car and waved to her.
Qiao Nian's eyelids twitched twice, and she quickly averted her gaze and turned her head. This time she walked without looking back, and her back quickly disappeared into the underground garage...
When the girl's figure disappeared from sight again, the man who had been smiling and waving just now had his back slightly arched and suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.
He didn't even have time to block it. His arm with exposed veins supported the edge of the seat, and dark blood sprayed on the car glass. The remaining blood stains dripped down the lower edge of his lips, which was shocking.
"Buzz-"
A call came from Zhong Yiyi. Ye Wangchuan's hand with protruding veins picked up the cell phone on the passenger seat, and endured the initial dizziness to answer the call.
"Hello."
There was no difference in his voice.
But Zhong Yiyi was a doctor and a doctor who had read countless difficult cases around the world, so he still sensed something was wrong.
Zhong Yiyi decisively hung up the phone.
A video popped up the next second.
Ye Wangchuan picked it up with a wry smile, put the phone on the holder, and went to get the tissue.
Zhong Yiliu adapted to the dim light of the camera and immediately noticed the dull red color of the stars. His expression on the other end of the video changed slightly.
"Are you having another attack?"
"Didn't it just happen yesterday afternoon?"
"Why did it happen again!"
Ye Wangchuan took out a tissue and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, absentmindedly not taking it seriously: "It's okay."
Zhong Yiliu's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out: "You call it okay? Ah! You died suddenly and no one knew it!"
"I won't die." Ye Wangchuan looked at the old man on the other side of the camera with stern eyebrows. He leaned back on the chair uninhibitedly because of discomfort: "I still have to save my life to marry a wife."
"Ha." Zhong Yiyi sneered in return.
Ye Wangchuan crumpled the tissue that wiped the blood into a ball and threw it away. It was hard to see that he had vomited blood on his face, but his complexion was not good.
"Don't tell her."
"Q is already suspicious." Zhong Yiyi emphasized!
“She came to you in a hurry and tested me in the hospital. Do you think that with her keenness, she wouldn’t notice anything wrong with you?” (End of Chapter)