C1 Come with Me

The cold walls clung to her skin, and the coolness seeped through her pores into her blood. Her fingertips felt cold.

The pungent smell of the medicine entered his nostrils, corroding his consciousness at all times. Even the gentle light above his head felt hot and uncomfortable when it hit his body.

The cool temperature of the wall had been completely absorbed by him. He no longer had the initial feeling. He shook his fingers and slid down the wall. He wrapped his knees and buried his head deep into the wall. He wanted to block everything outside and allow himself to enter an independent space.

However, he did not dare to close his eyes and blend into the darkness. The deep color made him uneasy.

The person who said that he was going to get the medicine did not come for a long time. He could even imagine that person walking out of the hospital door with light steps. He hugged a pretty girl and said, "Baby," flirtatiously.

The doctor was not here yet. He was alone, surrounded by the aura of death.

He could not get out for a long time.

"Doctor Wang?"

The white coat caressed his head as if it was a form of comfort.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?"

There was no human sympathy at all. It seemed to be just a routine.

He raised his head and met the person's gaze. His eyes, which were blocked by the spectacles, still emitted the attraction it possessed. It was like a potential whirlpool, causing people to slip in without any protection.

His lips moved a little, but he did not know what to say.

His eyes moved down and landed on the badge. The word Wai Heng was clearly written on it. Next to him was a small picture. The man on it was handsome and refined, but he seemed to have a sense of evil and coldness.

It was very complicated.

Wai Heng had come to borrow something from Dr. Wang. He did not expect that he had picked up a patient who behaved abnormally. Could it be that he was a psychiatrist?

Wai Heng frowned. However, the etiquette engraved in his bones prevented him from leaving so easily.

"What's your name?" Wang Yao asked. Where's your family?"

"Chung Jingchen."

Wai Heng heard the patient's voice.

He was finally willing to talk.

"What are you doing here?"

Chung Jingchen looked at the floor. With the presence of a second person, the hospital's dazzling lights and the smell of medicine did not seem to be that scary.

He stood up. His bangs covered the area above his eyes. He looked very dispirited and debauched.

"I'm here to see a doctor."

Chung Jingchen said slowly. He said each word carefully, but at the end of the sentence, he floated up like a wagging tail.

For some reason, For some reason, Wai Heng thought of his own cat.

He turned to look at the sign on the door. "Cancer?"

Chung Jingchen nodded.

Wai Heng looked at the clock on the wall. It would be midnight in a few minutes. The doctor would be able to get off work soon.

"The doctor will get off work soon. Come back tomorrow."

Chung Jingchen did not answer. He did not even move his feet. He still stood against the wall.

His white skin exposed his green veins. His hands were clearly visible.

After a while, when Wai Heng lost his patience and was about to leave, Chung Jingchen raised his hand and covered his eyes. He murmured, "Really, there is only one minute left."

Wai Heng scanned Chung Jingchen from head to toe. He took off his white coat and draped it over his arm. He was about to turn around and leave.

"Wai Heng?"

Chung Jingchen called out to Wai Heng hesitantly. He seemed to have made up his mind. His voice became stronger. "Wai Heng."

"Is there anything else?" Wai Heng turned around and put on a professional smile. The corners of his mouth could not help but turn cold.

There was still danger.

He was very annoyed now.

"Come with me, Wai Heng." Chung Jingchen raised his eyes. His dark pupils made Wai Heng feel dizzy.

There was no one in the diagnosis room except for the ticking of the clock. The needle was pointing at the number 12.