My Vegetative Partner Opened His Eyes in Anger After I Ran Away-Chapter 29 - A Big Pile of Mysteries

Chapter 29 - A Big Pile of Mysteries

Translator: Callis

Editor: Walker

It wasn’t until the evening that Tang Wan strove to open his heavy eyelids. At a glance, he could see that Zong He was keeping watch over him. Faced with the other’s worried eyes, Tang Wan tried to laugh and comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’m not uncomfortable.”

Zong He angrily tucked in a corner of the blanket. “Burning up like this and still saying that you’re not uncomfortable, you’re so stupid you could die!”

The corner of Tang Wan’s lips twitched, but he had no strength to argue.

Zong He painstakingly touched his burning forehead and replaced his fever-reducing plaster with a new one. He was obviously a weak chicken pretending to be strong. How foolish!

“Drink some water and go back to sleep.”

Tang Wan obediently drank the water. At that time, the military doctor came in with the test report and saw Zong He’s basket of fever-reducing plasters. His lips quirked up. “Marshal, these fever-reducing plasters can last 24 hours, not 24 minutes. Replacing it so soon is just wasting materials!”

Zong He frowned coldly, and the military doctor withered. “As long as you’re happy.”

Tang Wan saw the used fever-reducing plasters that the doctor mention. His heart warmed and he looked at Zong He with a smile. This big cat, what should he say?

“The test report has come out. Do you want me to say it out now, or do you want to look at it yourselves?”

Tang Wan asked: “Mine?”

“Yes.”

“Please explain it to me. I wouldn’t necessarily understand it myself.”

The military doctor laughed. He thought that Tang Wan was joking with him and believed that the Marshal’s wife had a good temperament. Seeing that the Marshal had no objection, he said, “From your blood, I found traces of H6V drugs.”

Tang Wan didn’t understand, but Zong He’s expression changed and fierce murder flashed through his eyes.

Subconsciously, the military doctor kept away from him and continued, “It’s a chronic poison, outlawed in the entirety of the Interstellar because it can damage a person’s spiritual strength. It can turn a genius into a waste, colorless and talentless. It’s very convenient to use and can’t be detected by any non-top military equipment. Because of its’ terrible nature, it was forbidden to circulate it in the Interstellar. They don’t even dare to sell it on the black markets. They’re not available to ordinary people or nobles. It’s very expensive, and not something that the average person can afford.”

After listening, Tang Wan said lightly, “So, after I lost my memories, I was poisoned for a long time.” His calm expression surprised the military doctor. The Marshal’s wife was much tougher than ordinary people. He had been tortured like this, but still had no reaction at all.

The military doctor explained, “Yes, the good thing is that your body has been taken good care of after you were broken off the drug. I’m guessing that someone gave you treatment. In the year that you came to the Marshal’s mansion, when his spiritual strength was damaged, and frequently receiving spiritual strength replenishing medicines, the poison was almost treated completely. Now, there are only a small amount of drugs left and with so many situations coming together, you awakened your ability late. In this way, your ability should be the rare healing ability because your spiritual strength has the ability to heal itself.”

As soon as Tang Wan heard that it wasn’t a terminal illness, his heart relaxed. He gave a weak hum, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again. His calm manner stunned the military doctor. This was also okay?

From these words, Zong He got another meaning, “You’re saying that someone treated him?”

The military doctor said firmly: “Yes!”

“The treatment must not be cheap?”

“Yes, the treatment is just as expensive. An average person can’t afford it.”

Zong He’s expression was cold, “I understand.”

He touched Tang Wan’s forehead, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed. It seemed that there were some things that they still hadn’t figured out.

When Tang Wang was fully awake, three days had passed and he still had a fever, which needed to be reduced by taking medicine.

Lin Bo took two pills over to Tang Wan’s side with a smile. “Come on, take some medicine.”

Tang Wan swallowed his saliva nervously. The thing he hated the most was taking medicine!

With Lin Bo’s seemingly gentle but firm manner, Tang Wan took the two pills as he was told. Like he was facing death, he put them into his mouth and drank down a whole glass of water. At this time, Lin Bo quickly grabbed Tang Wan’s nose, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he poured the medicine into it. Lin Bo held Tang Wan’s chin and lifted it up. Tang Wan hadn’t reacted yet, and with a gulp, it went down. That was bitter! Suffering, Tang Wan’s eyes teared up.

Lin Bo stuffed a piece of candy in his mouth. “This medicine is precious, this mouthful is over ten thousand StarCoins.”

When Tang Wan heard that it was so much money, he nodded through the tears and put in all his effort into chewing the candy.

Lin Bo rubbed his head like a child, “Alright, alright. This is to remove the toxins from your body. The military doctor spent a lot of time looking for it. If you spit it out, the military doctor will kneel and cry.”

Tang Wan looked admiringly at Lin Bo. Let him drink the medicine and spit it back out. This bitter, it was inhuman!

The old man has squeezed his nose and poured half the bottle of medicine into his mouth. Tang Wan lay on bed powerlessly, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Advanced technology couldn’t save a person who didn’t like to take medicine, what kind of advanced technology was it?

At this time, his hand was caught by the person beside him and was kneaded, clumsily comforted. The corner of Tang Wan’s lips raised, but his gaze was more serious. “You’ve been keeping watch over me this entire time, aren’t you tired?”

Zong He nodded and admitted, “Tired.”

Tang Wan couldn’t help but laugh. This time, he was actually being straightforward.

“Then you’re still here guarding me? The military doctor said that I was okay, and I just need to take some medicine.”

Zong He unhappily pressed Tang Wan back down so that he could sleep. Even without speaking, Tang Wan could understand the other’s thoughts. The Marshal was saying: What nonsense are you saying?! Rest!

The other had taken care of him. He considered himself to have taken it for granted. Tang Wan cocked his head and looked at Zong He with wide eyes, and willfully asked, “Why are you so kind to me?”

Zong He asked angrily: “Aren’t you speaking nonsense? If I’m not good to you, who should I be good to?”

Tang Wan pursed his lips. The bottom of his heart was suddenly tugged by something. There was some pain, and the feeling was rising. It was hard to bear. How long had it been since someone had so simply said such heartfelt words? The simpler it was, the more sincere it was, leaving his heart feeling stuffed up and panicked.

After a long while, Tang Wan finally said: “Zong He, if you can treat me like this for an entire lifetime, I will live it with you with all my heart and soul.”

Zong He didn’t even think about it. He immediately told him: “Then you can’t run away in your whole life.”

Tang Wan laughed. This big cat was really confident. How fickle.

“You must be tired, come up and sleep.” Tang Wan moved to the side of the bed and gave some space to Zong He. Zong He looked at it, took off his point, and laid down beside Tang Wan.

Tang Wan gave him a push, “You, become a big cat.”

Zong He tsk’d. How could he rely on cuteness but still be proud?

Tang Wan blinked, knowing that Zong He could be persuaded by reason but not cowed by force. He looked at him in grievance.

Zong He sighed and took on the burden. He could only transform into a two-meter long, long-furred tiger. Tang Wan pounced over at once, hugged Zong He’s neck, and rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. There wasn’t any bitterness in his mouth anymore and he wasn’t gambling with his heart anymore. Tang Wan buried his face in Zong He’s neck, thinking about what had happened recently. What he had gotten wasn’t a terminal illness, but picked up another small life. Remembering that he had consumed poison, and then medicine, and thinking of all the possibilities that could have occurred before, Tang Wan felt that the original had been wronged. He also had a headache from the trouble that the original left behind. “What exactly had I gone through before? You said that I had a wicked stepmother who was afraid that I was fighting for property and fed me poison everyday? Just like Lin Bo. I don’t want it poured down my throat!”

Zong He narrowed his eyes and placed his arms around Tang Wan to comfort him: “Lin Bo is doing it for your own good.”

Tang Wan took this opportunity to rub his hand along the tiger’s fur, rub, rub, rub~ Using force to rub the Marshal bald. There was nothing that cats couldn’t solve. If there was, then just rub!

Zong He raised his head and placed his neck on top of Tang Wan’s head. He narrowed his eyes and comfortably rumbled.

At this time, Lin Bo finished tidying up and passed through the door. He smiled and said: “If you are ill, you must take medicine. When the Marshal wouldn’t eat medicine when he was young, I also fed him like this.”

Tang Wan raised his head and looked sympathetically at Zong He. This old man was very experienced, you must have suffered a lot when you were a child.

Zong He’s expression froze at Lin Bo’s words, recalling many scenes that he didn’t want to remember. His gaze was somewhat cold.

Tang Wan felt that he had guessed correctly and his heart was suddenly balanced. The Marshal had also been forced to drink it, how unexpectedly refreshing. Tang Wan laid down and stroked the cat’s head for a while. His heart was comfortable, and was thinking that one step would be one step. Anyway, nothing could be solved now, incomparable to Buddha. How did that phrase come to be? It wasn’t easy to live, yet being alive was something to be treasured.

Lin Bo closed the door for them and muttered in a voice that could be heard by others: “Modern young people, sleeping together without knowing how to close the door.”

Tang Wan stiffened. He looked at his current posture. After a few seconds of silence, he tucked his head against the big cat and pretended to be dead asleep!

— — — —

Because Tang Wan had suddenly fainted during the live broadcast, Weibo had become a mess. The fans were nervous, Tang Wan had declined before, saying that he was in good health, not willing to call in a professional. Now that so many people had seen him faint; they all believed it.

The fans were discussing on his Weibo: What’s the situation? How could you say that fainting was just fainting?

Heavens! Just what was going wrong? Was there anyone who could come out and say something about how Tang Wan was?

I heard that many powerful abilities are from overdrawing from the life force, this power can be called heaven’s curse. Tang Wan’s ability is to summon Earth’s Meng Pets, long-lost life that had already vanished. Does his ability fall into this category?

Heavens! I’m so worried, why not find an agent?!

Stingy Tang! How much would it cost to find an agent? If he doesn’t personally appear, then we wouldn’t know anything at all!

Worried that he died aaaaa! ! !

What I care about is who rushed to hold him wearing the military uniform.

He wears whatever he likes to wear, I just want to know how he’s doing!

Is it Marshal Zong He? The image is too blurry to see clearly.

Tang Tang’s identity is too mysterious, a military officer’s relative!

Nonsense, if he had no backing, could the studio have been unblocked so quickly? The day it was reported was the day they went over the home to investigate. It couldn’t be that he really lives in the Marshal’s mansion.

I wonder if he’s the companion that Marshal Zong He always guards. The media hadn’t managed to photograph his face before.

Does it matter? Does it matter?! He’s sick, does his identity matter? What’s important is that the more powerful his family is, the more likely he won’t broadcast, then we can’t see the furry little brats anymore!

……

The discussion lasted until the fourth morning, when Tang Wan’s fever had completely abated and he remembered that he hadn’t given an explanation to his fans. He quickly sent a message on his Weibo, ‘Eating, sleeping, and scolding Da Zhuang’: Nothing happened, you don’t have to worry about it. I couldn’t broadcast until recently. I’ll give you short videos of the fur children sometime.

The fans were moved by his dedication and willingness to send videos to his fans even at this time. They advised him: No need to send them, rest well!

Hurry and recover. Wait until you’re well to broadcast.

What life is this, spiritual strength rose again! How high is your spiritual strength?

Has it been tested yet? Did your ability overdraw your life force? It so, it’s better to use it less. Your life is most important.

At this time, there was a person who poked Tang Wan: Rest well, you don’t have to try to be brave if you don’t feel well.

Tang Wan raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was a non-corporate account that had been officially certified. Its identity had been kept secret and no one knew who it was. He again, id: DD.

Just two letters, nothing else.

Tang Wan stared at it for a while, and inexplicably sent back a sentence: I will pay attention to it, many thanks.

At the other end of the network, the fingertips trembled and their gaze was fixed on Tang Wan’s response. The black eyes grew deeper, just like the abyss of the night.

Who’s this mysterious person at the end?! A stalker?! Σ(゜ロ゜;)

Also, announcement!

Short version:

We are pleased to announce that our discord server has finally reached 1000+ members!

To celebrate reaching 1000 discord members, we’ve decided to host a competition, giving away 1 month of nitro subscription as a prize.

The competition is fanart based, and submissions can be inspired by any of CG’s current, completed or teaser projects. If you’re daring, you can even combine characters from several stories and/or play with the plot as you wish! We’ll be selecting a winner through a voting system via the website after the submission deadline to make everything fair and reader-focused.

The deadline for submission is Sept 30, 2019

Submissions must be sent in via this form

Voting will begin October 2, 2019 and end Oct 15, 2019. The winner will be announced on Oct 16 and their artwork will be showcased on the website. (We might even showcase the top three!)

Please feel free to contact a mod (baby system) or host if you have any questions about the event! We’ve also set up a channel for discussions: #1000-fanart-contest (in our Discord).

For the full announcement, please look at the #announcement channel!