Mu Yifan heard sounds of laughter and dejectedly turned his head towards Zhan Beitian: "Very funny, huh? Let's see if you can still laugh when you too are diagnosed with pregnancy."
Zhan Beitian quickly composed himself and touched his cheek.
Did he just… He laughed!
How long had it been since then?
Probably five to six years ago.
Thoughts aside, he coolly replied: "I believe the fetus shown on the ultrasound images is the bead that you swallowed. You should be alright once you get it out."
However, since the size of the bead was much smaller than that of a fetus, how could the doctor have confused the bead for a three month old?
Seeing Mu Yifan draw a sigh of relief, he didn't mention his skepticism to him.
With his explanation, Mu Yifan finally understood how the doctor could have had misdiagnosed him.
"I'm hungry."
Zhan Beitian started the car and asked: "What do you want to eat?"
Mu Yifan pondered for a while. His eyes then sparkled: "I want to eat hot and sour noodles."
Zhan Beitian winced. Nausea, vomiting, and preference for sour foods… Could it really be?
He kept quiet as he drove away from the hospital. About ten streets down, he discovered a restaurant that sold them.
Mu Yifan ended up eating five big bowls and even slurped up every last drop of the broth.
Zhan Beitian waited until he was almost done and then said: "After this, I need to pick up my luggage from Shenghua Hotel."
"Mhm." Mu Yifan raised his hand and ordered more.
Zhan Beitian noticed the speed at which his right hand picked up the noodles and then narrowed his eyes: "Your arm doesn't hurt anymore?"
There was no way that he could have held the chopsticks so dexterously without ten to fifteen days of recovery. It was as if he had never gotten shot.
Mu Yifan slowed down, his guilty conscious eating at him. He had already completely forgotten about the matter because his arm could no longer sense pain. Besides, there were too many things that had happened yesterday. How was he supposed to remember faking in front of Zhan Beitian?
He looked up and tried to remain calm. He meekly responded: "Of course it hurts! But all I can do is to bear with it… or how about you feed me?"
"You should just wait it out."
"What an unsympathetic fellow." Mu Yifan lowered his head and continued to eat.
Zhan Beitian's eyes flashed with indifference and then turned his attention out the window.
One month later, such a thing as sympathy would only lead to one’s suicide.
Discovering that Zhan Beitian had returned back to his usual cold demeanor, Mu Yifan lost his appetite and asked for the bill.
Back in the car, he yawned and his eyelids became heavy: "I'm going to take a nap."
Zhan Beitian glanced to the side and noticed that he had already soundly fallen asleep.
He drove the car to Huasheng Hotel, grabbed his luggage, and checked out his room.
Back inside, Mu Yifan was still sleeping. His posture hadn't changed.
Zhan Beitian was in no hurry. He sat in his seat and wondered what he was doing in his past life at this point in time.
