PBMM CH17 [Arc2]

Returning to the mission space, the first thing He Qing did was check his points. After seeing a long string of zeros, he let out a satisfied sigh, “System, start the next mission.”

The system reminded: [The host has not yet blurred the memories of the world.]

He Qing was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the man who had persistently searched for him for half his life, he shook his head and said, “Forget it.”

[Please read the memories of the next world——]

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He Qing opened his eyes on the bed in the duty room. The pain caused by the implantation of a massive amount of memories made him unable to even tremble his eyelashes. After lying stiffly on the bed like a corpse for half an hour, first his fingers twitched, then his eyes. The young man sat up from the bed slowly and stiffly, and the brilliance returned to his eyes.

He rubbed his stiff neck and looked down at his hands. They were fair, slender, and every inch beneath the round, pink nails was just right. It was a pair of hands that could make the gaze of anyone who saw them linger.

It was exactly these exquisitely beautiful hands that brought upon this body’s tragic life.

He Qing’s legs were still a bit weak. Just as he planned to sit for a while longer, urgent knocking came from outside the door: “Dr. He, Dr. He, a patient is here!”

The door opened. The young doctor with slightly messy hair draped his white coat over his body while asking the nurse, “What’s the situation now?”

“There was a car crash right at the entrance of our hospital. The patient was unconscious and was rushed over!” He Qing walked quickly in front, and the nurse followed behind, saying somewhat hesitantly, “Dr. He, this patient seems to know the director. I heard the person who brought him call the director, and the director even said he would be here immediately.”

The implication was to tell He Qing to be polite and careful.

Although the nurse also felt she was overthinking it; who in the entire hospital didn’t know that Dr. He Qing was the mildest person? Even the head nurse, who boasted of having a good temper, couldn’t help but argue with patients a few times, while Dr. He had been at the hospital for five years and had never flushed in anger at anyone.

He was good-looking and had a high salary, it was just… Glancing quietly at He Qing, who was anxiously rushing to the ward, the nurse secretly thought, it was just that his personality was too soft and he didn’t know how to refuse people. Take tonight’s night shift, for instance. It was a tough job nobody wanted to do. Originally, Dr. Liu was supposed to be on duty tonight, but he just pulled Dr. He aside and said a few words, and Dr. He actually agreed to cover for him just like that.

Exactly because of Dr. He’s nature of being too embarrassed to refuse anything, even though he was handsome and gentle, few girls in the hospital dared to pursue him, resulting in him being twenty-five years old and having never been in a single relationship.

Naturally, He Qing didn’t know what the nurse was thinking about him. He walked briskly all the way to the ward. The door was closed. The young man paused and bent his fingers to knock.

“Who is it!” An impatient male voice rang out, the tone of his voice sounding as if he was not in a hospital but in his own home.

He Qing wasn’t angry, his voice gentle. “I am the doctor on duty, here to check on the patient.”

The door opened, and a man with a face full of impatience appeared in He Qing’s line of sight. He was very handsome, wearing shiny ear studs. Between his brows was the impatience of being disturbed, but when his gaze landed on the young doctor’s face in front of him, he paused intriguingly, coughed, and said, “Doctor, huh. Come in.”

As soon as He Qing entered the room, he saw the person lying on the bed. His facial features were sharp and rugged, with deep contours. Even while lying quietly on the bed, he still gave off a sense of oppression.

Seeing this rather unusual patient, the young doctor was visibly taken aback, but quickly reacted. He stepped forward to roll up the man’s sleeve. Feng Xinyang, who was standing behind him, frowned sharply, stepped forward, and fiercely grabbed He Qing’s wrist. “What are you doing!”

Being treated so roughly by him, He Qing was first confused, and then slowly reacted. His tone was mild, “I need to measure his blood pressure…”

“Oh…” Feng Xinyang also realized he had overreacted. He squeezed out a smile. “Then you continue…”

He released the hand gripping He Qing. The young doctor withdrew his hand, looking a bit bewildered. His fair wrist was already a patch of red. The slight stinging pain made him involuntarily rub it with his other hand. His slender fingertips interlacing with each other—falling into the eyes of bystanders, it was a visual feast.

Feng Xinyang’s eyes stared fixedly at that pair of indescribably beautiful hands, his gaze carrying a mix of interest and greed.

If these hands were to grasp a certain place beneath him, moving up and down…

[Ding! Feng Xinyang’s favorability: 20. Please keep up the good work!]

The young doctor completely didn’t realize that the person who was glaring coldly at him just a moment ago had changed his attitude. He carefully rolled up the sleeve of the man on the bed, revealing a strong arm. He Qing reached out his fingertips to feel for the vein. Almost the moment he touched the warm skin, the man’s eyes suddenly flew open.

He Qing’s attention was entirely on finding the vein, completely missing that the man’s gaze had shifted downwards and was currently looking at him with lowered eyes. His slightly cold fingertips carefully tapped on the vein, pressing gently. Feeling the strong pulsation of the vein, the young doctor somewhat contentedly went to grab the blood pressure monitor nearby.

Upon raising his eyes, he met a pair of slightly grayish eyes. Those eyes were full of indifference, looking at him as if looking at an ant. He Qing’s hand trembled, almost dropping the blood pressure monitor.

“Ning Feng! You’re awake!” Seeing his friend awake, Feng Xinyang trotted over happily. “I thought you were a goner, man! I hurriedly rushed you to the hospital!”

Ning Feng sat up. “I just fell asleep, that’s all.”

Hearing his words, He Qing ignored his own loss of composure just now. “Sir, just to be safe, I will continue examining you.”

He waited for the man’s reply after speaking, but Ning Feng just looked at him coldly without saying a word. Seeing this, Feng Xinyang naturally grabbed the young doctor’s wrist, which was somewhat slender compared to the other man’s. “Doctor, let’s step outside to talk.”

His tone sounded as if there was a hidden story. As a dedicated, good doctor, He Qing obediently followed him out of the ward. Standing outside the door, relying on the fact that Ning Feng inside couldn’t hear them, Feng Xinyang spouted nonsense: “This friend of mine hates people touching him the most, so Doctor, you must be absolutely careful. You absolutely cannot touch him, otherwise, if he throws a temper, your hospital will probably not be far from shutting down.”

Seeing that the person in front of him was indeed frightened by him, he used a stick-and-carrot approach and continued, “So if you have any examinations to do in the future, just teach me, and I’ll help you do them.”

He Qing didn’t quite understand the meaning behind his words, but seeing Feng Xinyang’s ‘you should thank me’ expression, he still offered his thanks. “Then I will have to trouble you.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome!” This was exactly the sentence Feng Xinyang had been waiting for. He glanced at He Qing’s name tag. “Dr. He, right? My name is Feng Xinyang, you can just call me Xinyang!”

The youth in front of him had a conflicted expression. He hesitated for a long time before saying in a mild tone, “Mr. Feng, you look like you should be older than me.”

The smile on Feng Xinyang’s face froze. He looked down at his own outfit. “Uh, is that so…” Although he was pushing thirty, a certain young master who always roamed freely among the flowers playing around always felt he was still as energetic as an eighteen-year-old.

Ning Feng sat on the bed and flipped through the messages on his phone. Seeing Feng Xinyang, who had sent He Qing off, push the door in with a sly smile like a fox that just stole a chicken, he lost interest and lowered his head. He didn’t intend to ask, but Feng Xinyang came over on his own.

“Young Master Ning, let’s just stay in this hospital for a while!”

“Mn.”

“You know your bro only has this one hobby. Don’t worry, I guarantee I’ll win that little doctor over within three days. Just three days, just three days, alright!” Feng Xinyang babbled a bunch before reacting. “Eh? You said Mn! You agreed?”

With Feng Xinyang’s endless chattering in his ear, Ning Feng put down his book somewhat impatiently, “If you’re talking about your boring relationship games, then shut up.”

Feng Xinyang shut up. Ning Feng put down his phone. “I will stay in the hospital for these few days. You can leave now.”

“Ah? Isn’t there an extra bed here? Why are you making me leave?”

After meeting Ning Feng’s gaze, Feng Xinyang tactfully left.

After he left, Ning Feng lay down. A long-lost drowsiness hit him. He slowly closed his eyes. No matter why being here made him sleepy, he, who hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in five whole years, truly couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

Under the moonlight, the man gradually fell into a deep sleep.