Chapter 71: Chapter 71 - 71 071 Fainted

Chapter 71: 071 Fainted Chapter 71: 071 Fainted The storm grew fiercer and fiercer as Fu Han staggered to her feet. Before she left, she turned to take a deep look at her parents, “Mom and Dad, if there’s a chance in the future, I’ll come to visit you again. If…if there’s no chance, then when you have the time, come see me in my dreams.”

Rain mixed with tears blurred Fu Han’s vision.

She wobbled down the path, her face as pale as paper, her hair and clothes drenched and uncomfortably clinging to her skin.

A tomb guardian came out for inspection and, seeing Fu Han, approached to ask if she needed help.

Fu Han shook her head and staggered down the hill, her steps unsteady, nearly slipping into the void several times.

In the torrential downpour, visibility was reduced to mere meters, and the water on Oiland Road had turned into a stream.

Large raindrops pelted Fu Han’s head. She had forgotten where the bus station was and chose a direction at random, not realizing she was moving further away from the bus stop.

She vaguely sensed a car coming up behind her and turned around slowly, waving her hand, hoping to make it stop.

But this was Qiping Mountain Cemetery, a place seldom visited by anyone, and who would come to sweep tombs in such heavy rain? Considering her disheveled state, the driver must have thought he’d seen a ghost in broad daylight, and would probably have wished his car could fly away.

Fu Han felt her head getting heavier; she couldn’t walk anymore. She slowly turned her head back and through the rain curtain, Qiping Mountain had become a blurry silhouette.

She didn’t want to walk anymore and simply leaned against a tree by the roadside.

There was the sound of a car again from behind; she knew it would not stop, and she couldn’t be bothered to wave her hand, just leaned against the trunk and slowly closed her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the vehicle stopped beside her. She opened her eyes and through the lowered window, she saw the person’s black medium-length hair, black suit, and although his face was not clear through the rain, she instinctively felt it should be He Xing.

She reached out towards the car and smiled foolishly, “He Xing, you’ve finally come.”

“Open your eyes and see who you think is He Xing,” a voice tinged with slight anger said. The car door opened, and a slender figure holding an umbrella came out; it was Luo Qinghe.

He crouched in front of Fu Han, shaking her shoulder, “Wake up, hey, wake up.”

But Fu Han’s eyes remained tightly shut as if she hadn’t heard, and her head tilted, she started to fall toward the ground.

Luo Qinghe threw the umbrella aside in one swift move and caught her securely, caring nothing for the severe storm, and gently placed her in the back seat.

The Mercedes-Benz Unimog made a U-turn on the spot, speeding almost like it was racing, with the rain flying off it in a manner reminiscent of movie special effects.

On the way back, Luo Qinghe received a call from Su Cheng. Glancing at the sleeping Fu Han in the back seat, he whispered, “I’ve found her. She’s in bad shape; I’m taking her to the hospital.”

Today, when they had taken Fu Han from the Mountain and Water Gallery, she seemed to be in shock but was otherwise okay.

She said she needed some time alone and so had them leave her—Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng. She hadn’t told anyone that she was going to Qiping Mountain.

Later, Nan Qing went to look for Fu Han in her room and discovered that sometime, she had disappeared. Panicked, she called Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe.

The three split up to search: one went to the He Family villa, one to the high school that Fu Han had once mentioned, and the rest, Luo Qinghe, on a hunch, inquired about the whereabouts of Fu Han’s parents’ gravesite and headed towards Qiping Mountain.

Luo Qinghe used to race cars, and he had modified this Mercedes-Benz Unimog like a race car, though it was the first time he was driving like this in the rain.

But he couldn’t make himself slow down. His mind was filled with the image of Fu Han collapsing. He had the illusion that if he didn’t hurry, she would leave this world.

It felt like an eternity before the hospital finally came into view. There was no time to park the car properly. He carried Fu Han out at top speed and rushed into the hospital, calling out for a “Doctor.”

Su Cheng and Nan Qing arrived a few steps later at the hospital, finding Luo Qinghe waiting outside the Emergency Room. After he briefly explained the situation to Su Cheng, he left them with a quick “I’ll be right back” and departed the hospital.

His clothes were completely soaked, as were Fu Han’s. He needed to go out to change and buy a clean set of clothes for Fu Han.

The red light of the Emergency Room kept flashing, leaving onlookers anxious and unsettled.

Nan Qing, who was agitated by the pacing Su Cheng, couldn’t help but complain, “Stop pacing around, you’re making me dizzy.”

Red-faced with worry, Su Cheng exclaimed, “But… but I’m concerned. If something happens to Fu Han, I don’t want to live anymore either.”

Upon hearing this, thoughts of her own parents and godparents flashed through Nan Qing’s mind, and she irritably ruffled her hair, “Would you just stop talking about dying all the time? Do you think that makes you sound devoted? Let me tell you, all that talk is just nonsense.”

Su Cheng stood there gaping, “But… but my life would be meaningless without Fu Han.”

“Is Fu Han the only meaning in your life?” Nan Qing grew increasingly furious, shaking as she pointed at Su Cheng, “You’ve only known Fu Han for three years. Your parents have raised you for so many years. Have you ever considered what they would do if you died?”

“I…I…” Su Cheng found himself at a loss for words, unable to reply.

Just then, the doors of the Emergency Room opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out, “Are Fu Han’s family here? Come, help move the bed.”

Su Cheng and Nan Qing rushed over to help, Su Cheng frantic, “Doctor… Doctor, how is she?”

The doctor glanced at Su Cheng, “What is your relationship to the patient?”

“I…I’m her friend,” Su Cheng stammered with a flushed face. He had almost said ‘boyfriend,’ but didn’t have the nerve to say it outright.

“Oh, she’s not in any serious condition, just caught a cold from the rain and has a fever. And her previous wound hasn’t fully healed, now it’s showing some signs of infection.”

When Luo Qinghe returned, he was dressed in fresh, dry clothes, his usual casual, cool attire.

By then, Fu Han had already been moved to the ward. Su Cheng mentioned that the ward was in shortage, and the hospital had assigned her a regular three-person room, crowded with the remaining beds already occupied and scarcely any space to walk.

Without a word, Luo Qinghe left and returned half an hour later, followed by two nurses. They were there to change Fu Han’s room to a high-level VIP ward.

Nan Qing curled up on the sofa of the upscale ward, holding a hot milk tea brought by Luo Qinghe, and gave him a thumbs-up, “Brother Qinghe, you’re amazing. We had just failed to persuade them even for a double room, saying it was just a minor cold and she would be discharged in a couple of days, no need for a fuss. But you… you managed to get such a luxurious room with a snap of your fingers, impressive!”