YM778.TV Chapter 69 - Are You Waiting For My Sweetheart To Die From The Pain?
Chapter 69: Are You Waiting For My Sweetheart To Die From The Pain?
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“N-not suitable for kids?”
The nurse’s shocked reaction did nothing to stop Fu Sichen. Without hesitating, he slammed the door shut with a bang. That finally made the stunned cat react with a start.
What on earth was not suitable for kids, what was Fu Sichen up to?
He stared helplessly at Fu Sichen, who was walking towards the bed. At that moment a million potential tragic scenes flashed through Pei Zhen’s mind. He imagined Fu Sichen doing this and that to his body.
“Damned pervert!”
Pei Zhen’s nerves were wrecked by his imagination, even before Fu Sichen had done anything. Unable to control himself, he charged towards Fu Sichen, completely unstoppable.
Fu Sichen didn’t notice the Persian cat charging up behind him.
He had been missing Pei Zhen during the two days of filming.
Even though he had hired nursing aids, he was still worried.
If it weren’t for the fact that the assignment schedule was so tight, Fu Sichen would have come to the hospital right after the private jet landed.
Leaning over, he positioned his arms to lift Pei Zhen’s body horizontally. Just as he was about to straighten up, he saw the Persian cat coming at him out of the corner of his eye, and reflexively turned sideways to avoid him.
Pei Zhen was too fast.
As Fu Sichen took a step to the side, he couldn’t react in time and failed to overcome the inertia. With a thud, he fell under the bed and slid out the other side, skidding until he slammed against the opposite wall.
Bang!
There was a loud crash during the collision. Fu Sichen was stunned, and so was Pei Zhen. Then, Pei Zhen’s head exploded in pain.
“Damn! Damn! Damn!”
He meowed pitifully. He forgot that someone was watching. He raised his paws and clutched at his head with hind legs on the ground. He was bent over and almost in tears.
“Pei Pei?” Fu Sichen was shocked. He stopped worrying about Pei Zhen’s physical body and hurried over to the cat. “Are you okay?”
Pei Zhen was in too much pain to pay any attention to Fu Sichen. Pei Pei’s paws were still clutching at his head, and after hesitating for a bit, Fu Sichen forcefully pried them away.
Is everything okay?
The swelling was so massive that the fur couldn’t hide it.
All the best doctors in Dong Hai city’s number one hospital gathered in the VIP ward. But it wasn’t because of a death in the room.
It was because of a cat.
A cat that was foolish to the point of hitting its own head.
“B-Best Actor Fu.” The lead doctor was sweating like crazy. “I-it’s like this… We are here to treat patients.”
And shouldn’t cats be treated by vets?!
Fu Sichen looked at the cat in his arms. He saw that the cat’s eyes were bloodshot and it caused his heart to ache. But when meeting with the doctors, he wore his usual cold expression, saying, “Humans and animals are equal.”
What he meant was that since they were treating human beings, they should similarly treat animals.
“It’s not like that, Best Actor Fu.” It was rare for the doctors to encounter such a stubborn VIP, and they weren’t prepared to respond. “It’s not that we don’t want to do treatment, but animals are different from humans.”
“Huh.” Fu Sichen didn’t want to hear the lead doctor’s explanation and gave a cold laugh. “Mediocre doctors.”
All of them fell silent.
People often said that celebrities were mild and courteous on the surface but liked to push their weight around. However, the top-rated doctors didn’t expect that the particular Best Actor in front of them didn’t throw his weight around; he was just a little unintelligent.
“Coming, Coming.” The Head Nurse’s voice finally broke the awkward silence. “The vet is coming.”
The vet was a middle-aged man who had never attended to a night call. He was panting as he walked up. Looking at the room full of doctors, he was a little stunned.
W-what sort of complex treatment was this, to require the presence of so many doctors?
“What are you staring blankly for?” A deep, cold voice sounded out. The man carrying the cat was dashing as a Greek god. “Are you waiting for my sweetheart to die from the pain?”