Chapter 191 Abnormal Physical Condition

Chapter 191 Abnormal Physical Condition

Yun Mu held her phone and stepped out of the ward, preparing to take the call in the corridor.

A steady and powerful set of footsteps approached.

Instantly, she silenced her phone and quickly hid behind the door.

When the footsteps drew near, she swung a fierce punch.

The person swiftly dodged, and the ward's light flicked on with a "snap."

As Yun Mu was about to throw another punch, Si Nanjue grabbed her, irritated. "What are you doing? It's me!"

"Si Nanjue?" Yun Mu recognized him, retracting her hand but still wary. "Why are you here?"

Si Nanjue glanced at Yun Mu, sneering coldly. "I've been wanting to ask you, what's with that hostile look you keep giving me? Why am I here? What do you think?"

He pointed at the elderly man lying inside. "Your grandfather is my patient. I come to check on him every day. You can ask the nurses if you don't believe me."

Hearing this, Yun Mu's guarded expression slightly relaxed.

She almost forgot; this wasn't Yunzhe.

But it wasn't her fault. She had just encountered END's people tonight, and then this person appeared here. Naturally, she would be suspicious.

"Sorry, I tend to be suspicious. But don't you ever rest? Checking up on patients so late at night?"

"After I die, I'll have plenty of time to sleep."

Yun Mu: "...Alright, your logic is twisted, but fair enough."

Si Nanjue checked Yun Mu's grandfather's vital signs and then abruptly changed the subject. "Since you're here, let's discuss the plan for the third surgery. Shall we go to the conference room?"

"So soon? The original plan was for next week."

"The capital isn't my dreamland; I'm tired of staying here."

Yun Mu frowned. "You're leaving?"

Si Nanjue nodded, turning his head and raising an eyebrow. "Will you miss me? If you want me to stay, maybe I will."

Yun Mu glanced at him, taking a deep breath. "Let's go to the conference room."

Seeing Yunzhe's face saying those words... it was...

Creepy!

...

In the opposite building of the hospital.

Before the clear floor-to-ceiling windows.

Huo Tingying stood with a cold expression, his handsome face pale, his eyes icy and devoid of warmth.

His gaze fixed on the hospital building across the way, his phone calling Yun Mu.

After 30 seconds.

The call ended without an answer.

An oppressive and chilling aura immediately enveloped the man.

Yun Mu had been in the hospital for half an hour. Given her speed, she should have finished by now.

Why didn't she answer the phone?

Was something wrong?

"Young Master, Young Lady must be delayed by something, that's why..."

"Go to the opposite building!"

With these words, Huo Tingying stood up.

Feng Shuo hurriedly followed.

Tonight, Young Lady clearly didn't want Young Master involved. If Young Master insists on going over now, there will likely be trouble!

The hospital's security system had been deactivated, and Huo Tingying took the elevator directly to Yun Mu's grandfather's ward.

Finding no one in the ward, Huo Tingying grew increasingly uneasy.

He walked down the corridor and heard noises coming from the conference room ahead. He pressed himself against the wall and approached.

The worry on his handsome face instantly vanished, replaced by sudden anger.

Inside the conference room.

Yun Mu and Si Nanjue were sitting side by side in front of a laptop, both focused intently on the screen, their expressions serious.

For some reason, Si Nanjue said something, and after a moment of contemplation, Yun Mu nodded in approval and patted Si Nanjue's shoulder.

Then, Si Nanjue placed his hand on the back of Yun Mu's chair, leaning forward to point at the computer screen, whispering to her.

Huo Tingying's face darkened completely.

His sharp gaze fixed on Si Nanjue's hand. If looks could kill, Si Nanjue's hand would have been chopped off countless times!

Last time at the casino, I should have had Yun Shumo amputate his limbs right then and there!

No wonder that woman wasn’t answering her phone; she was here with that dog Si Nanjue!

A surge of anger rose in his heart as he was about to kick the door open and rush inside.

His sturdy figure suddenly swayed.

Feng Shuo behind him was alarmed and quickly stepped forward to support Huo Tingying.

"Young Master!"

After about two or three seconds,

Huo Tingying felt the sudden darkness dissipate, and his vision gradually cleared.

He coldly glanced at the two still chatting animatedally inside, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

"Let's go."

"Master, aren't you going in?"

Huo Tingying took one last look at Yun Mu inside, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Let's go!"

Feng Shuo immediately helped Huo Tingying down the stairs and back into the car.

He reclined on the leather seat, his face gloomy, completely unaware that two streams of blood were flowing from his nose.

Until the blood dripped down, seeping into the corners of his lips, filling his mouth with a metallic taste.

Huo Tingying was stunned. He raised his hand and touched the blood.

Seeing the shocking red on his fingertips,

he felt a chill run through his body, his face instantly turning pale.

The blood continued to drip onto the car seat, flowing more profusely.

When Feng Shuo saw this through the rearview mirror, he turned around in panic, offering a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, "Young... Young Master, you... No, I'll go call Young Mistress!"

"Don't go!" Huo Tingying, supporting himself on the seat, called out to Feng Shuo, "Don't tell her; she'll worry!"

Feng Shuo's voice trembled, "But Young Master, your bleeding must be stopped immediately, and your condition needs to be rechecked by Young Mistress..."

Huo Tingying's surgery had only been three months ago, and the critical period was not yet over.

If his condition worsened now, it would imply something obvious.

If the previous surgery had failed, then...

The more Feng Shuo thought about it, the colder his heart became.

Could it be that Young Master really wouldn't make it past 26?

Huo Tingying was well aware of this. He sat dejectedly in the backseat, covering his nose, with blood seeping through his fingers.

He glanced at Feng Shuo and said grimly, "Find Lu Nansen."

Feng Shuo immediately started the car, calling Lu Nansen while driving towards his private hospital.

Two hours later.

Lu Nansen sat at his desk, examining several brain CT scans, puzzled.

"Tingying! Your test results show no abnormalities, and the tumor has been completely removed. The surgery should have been successful. Why are you having nosebleeds?"

Huo Tingying wiped the blood from his fingertips with a handkerchief and said in a low voice, "Ask me? Am I a doctor?"

Lu Nansen, "...Then take these CT scans back and ask Yun Mu what she says."

"She’s busy, currently with the doctor you introduced her to." The man’s tone was icy.

"Si Nanjue?" Lu Nansen’s lips twitched, suspicious. "Could it be that your nosebleeds are from seeing them together? That’s why I can’t find any reason!"

Huo Tingying suddenly lifted his head, his eyes glinting with coldness.

"Don’t make excuses for your lack of medical skill."

Lu Nansen, "..."