PBMM CH18

Ning Feng had money and power, so even though he wasn’t sick with anything, he successfully stayed in the hospital. Feng Xinyang didn’t know he was doing it to treat his insomnia, constantly praising him for being a good bro. In order not to let Ning Feng’s sacrifice be in vain, he launched a fierce pursuit of He Qing.

The entire hospital knew Dr. He had a suitor. Three meals a day were delivered, and a different type of fresh flower was sent every single day. Plus, no matter how He Qing refused, he remained devoted and unrepentant. The way he followed behind the youth every day made several little nurses wish they were the one Young Master Feng liked!

Feng Xinyang and Ning Feng’s identities were exposed after the hospital director rushed over with a face full of flattering smiles. Ning Feng, the current CEO of Chenguang; Feng Xinyang, the eldest young master of the Feng family in the capital. Although this eldest young master didn’t currently hold a position in the Feng family’s enterprise, he was the only son of the Feng family and would definitely inherit the family business in the future!

For such a perfect boyfriend to set his sights on the most dull and boring Dr. He in their hospital left those who wanted to become Mrs. Feng truly puzzled. Although Hua Country had legalized same-sex marriage twenty years ago, Young Master Feng’s rumored lovers had always seemed to be girls!

What exactly did he see in Dr. He?

He Qing was writing a report, his pen flowing smoothly over the paper. Feng Xinyang sprawled to the side, looking at his hand. It was the color of jade, and the first joints of the fingers had a natural, moderate bend. The left hand pressed against the paper, the healthy, light pink nails forming a sharp contrast with the white sheet. Every joint was just right, constantly changing positions with the youth’s movements.

Feng Xinyang felt an unbearable itch in his heart and couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. He Qing frowned slightly and dodged. Even when angry, his voice was still slow and mild, “Mr. Feng, this is the doctor’s office.”

“I know.” Feng Xinyang leaned in with a cheeky smile, plopping down next to him right under the youth’s slightly furrowed brows. Clutching his chest, he teased, “My heart hurts, so I came to ask the doctor to take a look.”

He Qing was startled, quickly putting down his pen and picking up the stethoscope nearby, his face full of seriousness. “When did it start hurting? Is it a dull ache or a sharp pain? Come here, let me listen to your heart sounds.”

Now it was Feng Xinyang’s turn to be stunned. He looked at He Qing and realized he actually wasn’t joking. He truly thought his heart was hurting. The man in flashy clothes couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Under the young doctor’s bewildered gaze, he laughed for quite a while before saying with a smile, “Oh my, Dr. He, how are you so cute!”

Cute… The youth’s fair face flushed slightly red. He looked away uncomfortably, his light red lips pursing slightly. “Mr. Feng, don’t talk nonsense, cute is used to describe girls…”

“Let me quickly listen to your heart sounds, chest pain is not a trivial matter.”

Seeing that he still hadn’t caught on, Feng Xinyang held back his laughter and started taking off his clothes. He Qing looked at him in confusion: “What are you taking your clothes off for?”

“Aren’t you listening to my heart? I’ll strip naked for you to listen…” Feng Xinyang wasn’t shy at all and started unbuckling his belt. He Qing first blinked in confusion, then realized and quickly pressed down on his hand. “Then why are you taking off your pants!”

Slightly icy fingertips pressed against his hand. Feng Xinyang looked down at that ridiculously beautiful pair of hands, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly, his gaze darkening a bit. His voice was slightly hoarse: “Doctor, your hands are truly beautiful…”

Even though only his hands were being stared at, the youth felt as if he had been licked all over by something. Uncomfortable, he withdrew his hand. “There’s no need to take off your pants. When did the pain start?”

“From the first glance I laid on the doctor…” Feng Xinyang dragged out his words.

He Qing thought for a moment and wrote on the paper: Onset three days ago.

Feng Xinyang caught a glimpse of the words he wrote on the paper, feeling both annoyed and amused. He had made it so obvious, how could this little doctor still not understand his meaning? He didn’t look like he was faking it either!

“What kind of pain is it? Is it a prolonged sharp pain, or a dull ache, the kind that hurts every little while…” He Qing earnestly recorded on the paper, while Feng Xinyang’s slightly resentful voice sounded in his ear: “Whenever I see the doctor, it hurts… If I don’t see the doctor, it hurts even more.”

The young doctor put down his pen with a confused look. It hurts when he sees him, and hurts when he doesn’t see him, doesn’t that mean it hurts all the time?

“What kind of pain?”

“The kind of pain of losing a heart.” Feng Xinyang clutched his chest, saying with a serious face: “Because the doctor stole my heart.”

After speaking, he stared fixedly at He Qing without blinking. One second, two seconds, three seconds… The young doctor’s face exploded red, his eyes full of embarrassment and annoyance. “Get out!”

“Doctor, don’t be angry…” Feng Xinyang shamelessly ignored He Qing’s expression and leaned in, opening his empty hands in front of him. “Look, I’ll do a magic trick for you!”

Although annoyed by his words and keeping a straight face, upon hearing ‘magic trick’, He Qing’s gaze still secretly peeked over. Noticing this, the corners of Feng Xinyang’s mouth curled up. “Look, there’s nothing in my hands, right…” He flipped his hands over and over. Under the young doctor’s entirely focused gaze, when he flipped them again, a rose appeared out of thin air in his hand.

“For you.” The handsome, frivolous man grinningly stuffed the rose into the youth’s hands. “Can you forgive me now?”

He Qing slightly widened his eyes, his eyelashes curling into a perfect arc, making his eyes look wide and round. For the first time, he accepted Feng Xinyang’s flower. His beautiful fingers carefully poked the rose petals. Under the sunlight, the almost transparent fair fingers tapping against the gorgeous rose—the youth smiled very happily, “Thank you.”

[Ding, Feng Xinyang’s favorability: 40.] He Qing sniffed the rose, and sure enough, he couldn’t smell anything besides artificial perfume. He seemed very satisfied as he curled up the corners of his mouth. [As expected, he’s a face-con, this makes things much easier.]

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From this day on, the relationship between the two gradually improved. Feng Xinyang discovered that the youth’s resistance to magic tricks was simply zero. Seeing him stare earnestly at him, and the pleasantly surprised yet puzzled look in his eyes when the magic appeared, he felt that he wasn’t far from taking down this little doctor.

In order to progress further, Feng Xinyang entered and exited the doctor’s office even more diligently. He Qing didn’t want him to come, but unfortunately, the hospital director, in order to curry favor with this Young Master Feng, was practically handing the office over to him on a silver platter. Thus, the gentle doctor who couldn’t lose his temper had to endure his occasional harassment.

But sometimes, Feng Xinyang couldn’t see He Qing even when he came because the young doctor who didn’t know how to refuse people was always the busiest person in the hospital. When he walked into the office carrying a cake, sure enough, no one was there again. Feng Xinyang frowned, thinking he needed to have a good talk with the director. A doctor being made busier than the State Council!

Setting down the cake, he sat in the chair bored, waiting. Suddenly an idea popped up. Feng Xinyang looked down at the cabinets. Just as expected, they were all unlocked.

He pulled open the cabinets one by one to check for any private information. The first and second held some work-related medical records, until he pulled open the last and largest cabinet.

Inside lay quietly an assembled Gundam toy. Feng Xinyang picked it up curiously. It weighed heavily in his hand. He looked it up and down, not understanding why He Qing would put this ugly thing in the cabinet. Just as he was studying it, the office door opened. “Dr. He! The patient in bed 12…”

—Crash! The Gundam smashed heavily, breaking into pieces.

The head nurse stiffened her face as she looked at the PG Gundam on the ground: “Mr., Mr. Feng, this is Dr. He’s…”

Feng Xinyang looked at the severed limbs and broken arms on the ground, also startled. “It’s fine, I’ll buy one to compensate him.” Maybe he could even take the opportunity to buy a better one to farm some presence.

The head nurse remained stiff, “Dr. He treasures this Gundam very much. He takes it wherever he goes and wipes it every day. I heard it was bought for him by his late father…”

Feng Xinyang’s indifferent expression froze.

He looked down at the wreckage on the floor. He hadn’t even wooed the person yet. If He Qing knew he did this…

Ten minutes later

He Qing, looking somewhat tired, pinched the bridge of his nose and pushed the door in. His gaze unintentionally swept across the floor, his body pausing. He looked at the broken Gundam on the ground in disbelief.

“How, how could…”

He had clearly put it properly in the cabinet…

The mild-mannered doctor knelt on the ground as if he had lost his soul, picking up the broken pieces bit by bit, trying to piece them together, but couldn’t attach them no matter what.

“Dr. He!” Feng Xinyang still pushed the door in carelessly. Seeing the sad youth on the ground, he paused and asked in a puzzled tone: “What happened here? What is this on the ground?”

He walked up to He Qing. The youth’s eyes were slightly red as he hugged the heavy Gundam in his arms. “…I don’t know, I clearly put it away properly.”

Feng Xinyang squatted down. While helping him pick up the broken pieces on the ground, he asked curiously, “What is this? Can it be put back together?”

“It’s a Gundam…” He Qing tried hard to hold back his tears, his mild voice full of sorrow. “My dad spent two months building it, it was a gift from him…”

The last gift given to him, yet now, it had become like this.

Seeing him grieving so terribly, Feng Xinyang had a rare moment of guilt. His eyes shifted. “I’ll help you assemble it, I’m best at assembling things.”

“No need… this is very difficult, and it’s broken…” Although heartbroken, He Qing still didn’t want to trouble others.

Seeing him huddled pitifully on the floor picking up the fragments under the table, Feng Xinyang put all the broken pieces he picked up into his own pocket. “It’s fine, let me try to assemble it for you, maybe I can put it back together!”

After speaking, ignoring He Qing’s refusal, he directly snatched all the fragments from his hands, picked up the heavy Gundam, and ran off. “Dr. He, don’t worry, I will definitely return a perfectly good Gundam to you!”

[Ding, Feng Xinyang’s favorability: 42.]

Feng Xinyang rushed into the hospital room like a gust of wind, dumping the Gundam parts with a clatter onto the table. “Bro, emergency! Hurry and think hard, which bro in our circle likes playing with Gundams!”

Ning Feng, who was reading, put down his book and gave him a cold glance. “Your little doctor’s?”

“Yeah! He treasures this so much, he almost cried when he saw it was broken. If I fix it for him, I can definitely win the beauty’s heart!” After Feng Xinyang finished babbling, he suddenly slapped his forehead. “Ah! Why am I fixing it! I can just buy one, anyway they all look the same!”

He had previously looked up the background of this Gundam. Now, he ran out again like a gust of wind: “Bro, I’m going to buy a new one. If the little doctor comes, help me cover for it! If this works out, I’ll treat you to a meal!”

Ning Feng uninterestingly picked up his book again. After reading for a while, his gaze landed on the broken Gundam on the table. That doctor looked to be in his twenties, could he really cry over this thing?

He suddenly felt a trace of interest, got up, sat at the table, and picked up the Gundam to study it.