Chapter 975: Taking Medicine (10)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Han Zhifan was just about to reply with the sentence: “Asking you to come drinking and enjoy being treated like you’re in heaven.” However, those generous words only reached the corners of his lips before he saw a familiar figure up ahead on the sidewalk through the windshield.
It’s her?
Han Zhifan didn’t hesitate to slam on the brakes.
The car stopped as he threw his phone aside. He pushed the car door open and ran over to the sidewalk.
The pale-faced Cheng Weiwan was motionlessly lying on the ground with her eyes shut.
Han Zhifan bent over and reached out to slap her little face. Seeing as her eyelashes didn’t even show signs of quivering, he hurriedly picked her up and ran back to the side of the car. He pulled the door open then shoved her in. Without even putting on her seatbelt, he grabbed the steering wheel and rushed to the nearest hospital.
Just as he was about to head to the hospital, Han Zhifan heard his friend’s voice coming from the phone he chucked onto the front passenger seat. “Master Han? You’re messing with me, right? Master Han, are there people like you who wake people up in the middle of the night and not say a word? What’s the meaning of this? Master Han?!”
Han Zhifan constantly watched the unconscious Cheng Weiwan sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He picked up his phone and replied in annoyance, “Shut up.”
“What the f*ck! Master Han, you’re the one who called me and you’re telling me to shut up…”
He drove to the hospital and parked his car in a random spot. Then he carried Cheng Weiwan and stepped into the A&E building.
After twenty minutes of fussing around, Cheng Weiwan was sent to a patient room.
The doctor said she was fine; she just hadn’t had much rest lately and fainted from fatigue. After putting her on an IV drip, she would be discharged the next day.
Han Zhifan didn’t say anything but nodded gently as if to say he understood.
The doctor left with the words: “If there’s anything you need, press the call button,” Then the doctor left the patient room.
Han Zhifan stood on the spot for a while then turned his head and glanced at Cheng Weiwan, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed.
He pulled out his phone, wanting to give his housekeeper a call to tell her to take care of Cheng Weiwan before he killed that thought just as he was about to unlock the screen. After he put his phone away, he walked over to the window and stared out at the night sky.
The room was so quiet that he could hear the dripping of the IV drip.
He counted every drip. When he lost count around the hundredth drip, he turned his head and glanced at the IV bag.
There was still over half a bag left. He averted his gaze then gazed at her face and lingered there against his will.
Her eyelashes were still so long, but her eyebags were dark and a little heavy.
He remembered how she didn’t have dark eye bags in the past. She often proudly worked all-nighters writing her scripts and he proudly told her that someone as naturally beautiful as her, who didn’t get dark eyebags after staying up, was very, very rare.
From what he remembered, her lips were a very pretty pale red, but now, her lips were always pale.
She had really become a lot skinnier, and her wrists were so thin that he could snap them if he exerted some force.
Han Zhifan didn’t realize just how long he had been staring at Cheng Weiwan; he only withdrew his gaze when he heard her phone ringing. He scanned around the room for it then walked over to the bedside table, opened her bag, and pulled out her phone.
It turned out to be an alarm.
She hadn’t changed her habit of waking up in the middle of the night to write stories?
Han Zhifan casually turned her alarm off then threw her phone back into her bag. He saw a pack of pills there.
