The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 188 - : 188: Uncle and Aunt of Ah Fang, as well as... Brother-in-law (Third Watch)

Chapter 188: 188: Uncle and Aunt of Ah Fang, as well as… Brother-in-law (Third Watch)

He grabbed the person’s hand in front of him as if it were the last lifeline, “Medicine…”

She had seen this person before.

Zhou Qingrang, sharing her surname.

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Zhou Xufang bent down, leaning in closely to listen, “Where is the medicine?”

He could no longer speak, collapsing in the wheelchair, his breathing going from rapid to faint.

Jiang Zhi found the medicine in the storage box on the armrest of his wheelchair and asked him, “How many?”

He opened his mouth but made no sound, his lips moving, “Two… pills.”

Jiang Zhi poured two pills out and placed them in his mouth. He took a while to swallow them after keeping them in his mouth. Zhou Xufang was about to get water when she heard an urgent voice.

“Zhou Qingrang!”

“Zhou Qingrang!”

A girl rushed over, she grabbed Zhou Qingrang’s hand in panic, her brows creased. Her eyes were red with urgency. She was wearing an A-line skirt and didn’t care that her knees hit the ground, “What’s wrong with you? Zhou Qingrang!”

The person in the wheelchair hung his head weakly without speaking.

The girl looked back and yelled at the accompanying person, “What are you dazing for? Call an ambulance quick!”

Oh.

The man behind dialed 120.

“Thank you.”

After the girl said thanks, she began to push the wheelchair.

Zhou Xufang took a step forward, blocking her, “Do you know him?”

She said assertively, “I’m his girlfriend.” After speaking, she quickly glanced at Zhou Qingrang before immediately bowing her head and running to the back of the wheelchair.

Girlfriend, huh…

Zhou Xufang stepped aside to let her through.

The girl pushed the wheelchair out.

“That’s the second Miss from the Lu Family,” Jiang Zhi commented casually.

The Lu Family from the Four Great Families, Zhou Xufang didn’t know much about them, only that the Lu Family was discreet and that Old Lady Lu and Old Lady Jiang were at odds. Moreover, the Lu Family had a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ who suffered from a severe sleep disorder.

When Zhou Qingrang was brought to the hospital, his consciousness had already returned. He was wheeled into the emergency room, and his attending physician, who seemed to be a ‘regular’ at the hospital, brought him straight to a specialized consultation room.

Lu Sheng only heard bits and pieces of medical terminology. He fell asleep after taking the medication, and when he woke up, three hours had passed.

The previously slouched Lu Sheng immediately stood up, “You’re awake.”

“Uh-huh.”

His voice still sounded weak.

Lu Sheng looked over at his face, which was unreasonably pale. She frantically asked, “Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere else? Does your chest still hurt? Can you breathe properly?” She asked a barrage of questions without waiting for an answer before turning her head to shout, “Doctor! Doctor!”

Her hand was caught.

His hand was so cold.

He said, “I’m fine now,” his voice very low.

She was completely frozen, staring blankly at her hand.

His hand was not only cold but also pale and extremely thin.

“I’ve offended you,” he released her hand and sat up before thanking her again, “Thank you.”

People on the street are like jade.

There really are such people. Zhou Qingrang was one—like a piece of raw jade, clean, exquisite, beautiful, warm, and yet cold.

His eyes held immense sadness.

Every time Lu Sheng saw him, she felt this, and she even wondered if he ever truly laughed. Shaking her head, she said, “Don’t mention it.”

This was their third encounter.

The first time, she had lent him an umbrella. The second time, she got his number, promising she would return the umbrella.

This was the third time.

Zhou Qingrang said, “You haven’t come to get the umbrella you lent me.”

She stood by the bed, looking a bit awkward, her toes unconsciously fidgeting back and forth as she said, “I’ll come over in a few days.”

In reality, she had gone several times already, but she never retrieved the umbrella, fearing that without it, she’d have no reason to go back.

She had dialed his number several times, but each time, as soon as it connected, she hung up, not knowing what to say.

Zhou Qingrang thought to address her but realized he didn’t know her name and asked politely, “May I know your name, please?”

She immediately said, “Sure!”

Ah!

Like an idiot!

She had only been a voice-over fan, now she had turned into a brainless fan.

Calm down, Lu Sheng! She repeated to herself before saying, “My name is Lu Sheng, ‘sheng’ as in ‘sound.'”

If only he would call her name with that soul-hooking voice of his…

“Thank you,” he said courteously, his tone distant as he addressed her, “Miss Lu.”

Lu Sheng: “…”

It seemed it would be a long time before he called her Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng left the hospital room dejected.

Behind her, someone called out, “Lu Sheng.”

That voice, lazy, listless, as if he hadn’t slept enough. Lu Sheng turned around with a premonition and smiled, “Brother.”

Her brother, Lu Xinglan, was a contradictory presence.

How to describe him?

That face, in two words: striking and wild. It was offensively attractive. Yet, paradoxically, he was dressed in a suit with every button fastened that could possibly be fastened.

He looked restrained and rigid.

He always had a half-asleep expression, “What are you doing here?”

She answered vaguely, wanting to gloss over it, “One of my friends is in the hospital,” she said while looking like a domineering CEO outside but smiling innocently and brightly in front of her brother.

Lu Xinglan had one hand in his pocket and lifted the other to check his watch, “Which friend?”

She continued to deflect, “You wouldn’t know even if I told you.”

No need to say then.

Lu Xinglan walked straight towards the room she came from.

Lu Sheng surrendered, grabbing the hem of his suit jacket, pleading, “Bro, brother, don’t go in there, brother!” She worried he would scare the others.

Lu Xinglan shook off her hand, straightened his suit, “Who?”

She whispered, “Zhou Qingrang.”

That person again.

His sister was a serious voice enthusiast, smitten with a news anchor.

“Lu Sheng, are you prepared to be a widow?” he said, pondering his words but ultimately speaking bluntly, “That Zhou Qingrang,” he pointed out, “doesn’t have long to live.”

He was riddled with illness, had bad legs, and was too old.

Lu Sheng was irritated by her brother’s words, “Did you investigate him?”

He suddenly yawned, “So sleepy.”

After speaking, he pinched the bridge of his nose, chose an empty row of seats in the hospital corridor, and lay down to sleep.

Lu Sheng: “…”

She wondered if there was any hope for her brother’s sleep disorder.