As the plot progressed, Fan Yuan felt increasingly incompetent. The reason behind this had nothing to do with him, it was all because the male lead was an annoying little shit!
Take this time as an example. Since he had an operation to perform, he couldnât give the boy a check-up on time, so he asked Old Zhang to help him out. But what the heck, before the operation even started, he was dragged away from the operating table and instead, the President personally did the operation on his behalf. As for himself, he was taken directly to the VIP ward to appease Yuan Song.
Entering the ward, he found that the room was very clean and tidy, having absolutely no signs of anyone throwing a fit. With a peaceful and serene look, Yuan Song was sitting quietly on the hospital bed, having practically zero difference from the average person.......... Why did he say âpracticallyâ, you ask? Because at this very moment, the boy was tightly clenching his grip around a transfusion needle and holding it against his own neck.
Only then did Fan Yuan understandâthe boyâs crazy fit of smashing the entire ward last time was in fact, not just a childish tantrum. This fella was essentially a deep well of ice, otherwise, he wouldnât cause a ruckus as if he no longer wanted to live just because he had asked someone to help him out with the guyâs routine check-up.
Fan Yuan walked over with a face of steel and reached a hand out, his voice solemn, âHand it over.â
Yuan Song obediently pulled the needle away from his neck and placed it into Fan Yuanâs palm, chuckling, âI knew it, you care about me, otherwise you wouldnât have abandoned something important like an operation to come and find me.â
Care about you, your head! Fan Yuan really wanted to spit blood on the boyâs face, but he held back through sheer will.
Turning to the other doctors and nurses, he forced a smile, âLet me handle things here, you all can carry on with your work first.â
Several nurses were afraid of such an unstable patient. Once they heard Fan Yuan say they could go first, they were elated and scurried out in a hurry, leaving only Doctor Zhang standing at the door. He hesitated for a moment before waving his hand to signal Fan Yuan over.
Fan Yuan went over with furrowed brows to listen to whatever nonsense he had to say, but all he heard was Doctor Zhangâs whisper, âIâm afraid that the patientâs mental state isnât too normal, pay a bit more attention and donât get hurt by mistake.â
Fan Yuan threw a surprised look at him, his heart couldnât help but feel warm as he nodded, âDonât worry, Iâll be careful.â
Just then, he heard Doctor Zhang add on, âIf youâre honourably injured, he may come to me to settle the debt. Pei, pei, just thinking about itâs scary!â
Fan Yuanâs little heart that just warmed quickly froze into ice. He snorted, âYou wish, you donât even know if the patient is willing or not.â
With that, he mercilessly pushed Old Zhang out and shut the door.
He turned around with a wooden face and saw Yuan Songâs fixed gaze on him with a slight smile on his lips. The boyâs gaze was piercing, as if he were the only person in this world. Faced with such a gaze, Fan Yuanâs entire body felt uncomfortable.
He sat on the sofa facing Yuan Song and casually cast the needle aside, âWhat exactly are you trying to do?â
Yuan Song shook his head innocently, âIâm not trying to do anything, I just want Doctor Shi to stay by my side all the time.â
Fan Yuan massaged his temples helplessly, muttering in exhaustion, âI am a doctor, there are many patients that need me, I canât just accompany you, a single person.â
Yuan Song suddenly got agitated and shouted back, âNo! Iâm different from those people. They are just your patients, but Iâm different. Iâm closer to you, Iâm the one you care most about! â
Fan Yuan was about to be defeated by this guyâs divine logic. The reason why the original host fell for Yuan Song was that he had an ability to make those around him feel very happy and warm, his positivity made him extremely attractive.
However, this reborn man in front of his eyes had presumptuously assumed that no matter how much trouble he caused and how crazy he acted, Shi Yuan, his Doctor Shi, would definitely be as good to him as he was in the last incarnation, only caring about him. Witnessing this kind of self-arrogance and stubbornness, Fan Yuan was at a loss for words.
Even if the one standing here today wasnât him, but the original host, he surmised that he wouldnât fall for such a Yuan Song.
According to the plot, his feelings towards Yuan Song should be close to that of âlikeâ at this stage, but this really wouldnât be in character. The original host wasnât a masochist, he probably wouldnât be able to tolerate this kind of yandere male lead either.
After a moment of silence, he still chose the safest method that was neither tolerant nor excessively harsh, âAs a doctor, I treat all patients equally. You encountered such an incident this young, so I feel very bad and my heart does go out to you, thatâs why I always indulge you, but itâs time for you to grow up. You canât always act so childishly and cause trouble for the doctors and nurses in the hospital. Do you think my words are reasonable?â
âChildish, mature......,â Yuan Song murmured lowly. A moment later, he suddenly broke out laughing, âDoctor Shi, do you believe in the existence of a past life?â
Fan Yuanâs expression was unchanging. Is the male lead trying to show his hand? A pity, a pity, but the original host was an atheist, a good youth with the four virtues of the new era, and a firm supporter of Marxism-Leninism. Itâs useless to tell him a wonderful and moving story.
âI donât,â he said blandly.
Yuan Song still smiled, but there was a strange look in his eyes, âWhat if there really is one, really someone who has lived two lives? Donât novels usually have these kinds of plots? The protagonist was unhappy in his last life, and God gave him a chance to come back again.â
Fan Yuan replied, âAs you said, those are novels, fictional worlds, how can you take it seriously?â
Yuan Songâs expression began to turn ugly, but he still didnât want to drop the subject. He stubbornly insisted, âWhat if there really is a person who missed the chance to be with the one he loved because he wasnât strong and brave enough, but was reborn? This time round, heâs brave, strong and fearless, he just wants that person to give him another chance. Tell me Doctor Shi, does he still have a chance?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The last sentence carried an obvious quiver. Yuan Song was like a criminal awaiting his trial, waiting anxiously for Fan Yuan to give his answer.
Looking at this kind of Yuan Song, Fan Yuan really couldnât bear it, but it was a pity that he wasnât the original host, so he couldnât give the boy his answer.
The man who loved Yuan Song for his whole life had completely disappeared at the end of the last reincarnation. At the beginning of the next reincarnation, according to the rules, another âShi Yuanâ would be created. At that time, as a bug, Yuan Song would be fixed and become a new âYuan Songâ as he enters the next incarnation.
This was the same as reincarnation in Buddhism. The Shi Yuan he loved only existed in that time and space. Even if it was the same string of data, it would not be the same person after reincarnation. Moreover, that string of data has been completely destroyed. At present, Yuan Songâs deep feelings and regret were too late.
He was silent for a long time, before deliberating, âIf there really is such a thing, when it comes to the reborn person as you said, the person he loves hasnât experienced the turbulent times of the previous life. If he hasnât directly experienced all the pain of the past, how can he know if he can give him another chance?â
Yuan Songâs pupils shrank suddenly, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something more. Fan Yuan came to him and said, âI once heard a story about an obese girl. Although she had a lover who loved her, she always felt inferior due to her weight. That lasted till one day when she returned to the past, this time she tried really hard to lose weight and finally became slim. She was waiting early in the library where she and her lover met for the first time, in hopes that this time, their encounter would be romantic and beautiful, but this time her lover didnât stay for her, because along that narrow pathway between the bookshelves, an âexcuse meâ wasnât said.â
Yuan Song shook his head violently, âBut she became thinner and prettier. As long as she works hard, her lover will still fall in love with her again!â
Fan Yuan shook his head. âThatâs not necessarily true. Youâve heard of the butterfly effect. A small butterfly can cause a huge storm by flapping its wings, let alone human beings. Itâs the same with the reborn person you spoke of. If he changes his destiny without permission, those affected wouldnât just be him. â
Seeing his face get paler and paler, Fan Yuan felt a little uneasy. Pretending to be clueless, Fan Yuan said in comfort, âRecuperate well. Donât do these dangerous things again, or your mother canât rest assured.â
Seeing the boy nod stiffly, he finally felt assured enough to leave.
He also knew he had spoken too much, but this was the simplest and most rudimentary way he could use. First, it could make Yuan Song realise that his unbridled behavior during the past few days was wrong, and second, it could frighten him enough to prevent his future actions, so as to avoid further troubles.
After Fan Yuan left, Yuan Song slumped on the bed, his eyes turning red gradually, âSo thatâs the reason? Because I changed, you chose Yuan Cheng?â
He chewed on the last two words for a moment, and suddenly, he went mad. As long as that person died, no one would interfere with him.
His gaze stopped at his phone, and a while later, he slowly opened his address book.
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As Fan Yuan returned to his office he glanced at the timeâonly 9:52. He quickly opened the live broadcast, Yan Ruiâs TV interview program was at 10 this morning.
Originally, he thought he wouldnât be able to make it after the operation ended, but the male leadâs farce reaped its own benefits, so maybe this incident could be considered a blessing in disguise.
As an outstanding writer, Yuan Cheng had his own studio. He had even sold the film and television copyrights of several of his works, and on top of that, he personally took on the role of screenwriter for these projects. In addition, he had a large number of fans from the Appearance Association. Hence, he was occasionally invited to attend TV programs.
Yan Rui naturally didnât want to go to that occasion to put on airs, but this time, Fan Yuan forced him to go. This was because the dessert snacks sent by the assistant from Yan Ruiâs studio had all been eaten by him. The mouth that eats the food of others is softened; the hand that takes the possessions of others is shortened. Fan Yuan didnât like to owe people, so he wanted to settle this matter for Yan Ruiâs assistant in return.
It was only because the enemy was too cunning, it absolutely wasnât his fault! Thinking of it this way, he felt much more at ease.
Fan Yuan stared at the computer screen, and after a few minutes of advertisements, Yan Rui appeared in front of him. Itâs said that âFine clothes make the manâ. Yan Rui always wore a white casual shirt and light blue jeans, it wasnât ugly, but it wasnât in line with his aura.
This time, Yan Rui had changed into a dark-striped suit that came in black and blue. He was tall and muscular, so the suit naturally farmed his masculine build. It was just the right size, showcasing his strong body. Just by sitting at the guest sofa casually, his entire person exuded the charm of a masculine man, you could feel his testosterone from across the screen.
Fan Yuan swallowed a gulp of saliva as he unconsciously reached for the mouse, and began to frantically take screenshots.
Xiao Wu suddenly issued a mechanical warning, âDing..........â
Fan Yuan kept his eyes fixed on someone on the screen, taking a quick screenshot, âWait Xiao Wu, if thereâs anything it can wait for later, Iâll finish watching this part first.â
Xiao Wu: â............â
The showâs host popped a question, âWe all know that Mr. Yuan is an extremely outstanding man, but you have always been single. Do you have an ideal type of lover?â
Fan Yuanâs breath hitched. On the screen, he stared as Yan Ruiâs lips suddenly curled up, his mouth opening slowly..........
âIâm sorry, I already have a lover.â
Fan Yuan was caught off guard. Why did he feel that the voice was coming from behind him? A sense of foreboding struck him, making him not want to turn back at all!
His chair was turned 180 degrees, and the man on the screen appeared right in front of his eyes, eyes evident with a smile as the corners of his mouth lifted teasingly, âSo it turns out that you like me this much?â
ï¼Laozi doesnât like you!ï¼
ï¼Wait a moment, this sentence seems to be a little familiar (âvâ)?ï¼
ï¼You bastard, arenât you filming a program? How the heck did you get here!ï¼