My Healing Games

Chapter 564 There's Actually Something
As Han Fei walked out of the downtown area, he looked up at the overpass. The sky was divided into pieces by the rapidly developing city, with skyscrapers rising from the ground, making people seem smaller and smaller.

"Nineteen hours have passed since I started my mission to cover my personal debts, and I still have a little over two days left."

Turning his gaze away, Han Fei took out his phone and looked through all the communication records left by Fu Yi.

His main account was clean, and many of his business friends stopped contacting him after he was transferred away from the "Immortality" game.

He kept receiving messages on his alternate account, some with suggestive undertones, others explicit, and some even containing highly graphic photos.

"Aside from those few subordinates, Fu Yi only has a bunch of unreliable cronies around him."

Han Fei glanced at his phone's battery level and silently put it away.

It's noon now, and he doesn't want to go home. He doesn't know how to face his wife or how to talk about these things.

I stood under the overpass for a long time, and suddenly felt dizzy again.

"The stinging sensation is getting stronger." After a while, Han Fei decided to leave, as his hunger level was now steadily decreasing.

After walking a long way along the street, Han Fei unconsciously moved towards home.

He walked through the familiar alley; his residential compound was not far away, but he was unwilling to go there at this time.

"Let's have a meal first."

After leaving the alley, Han Fei found a small restaurant and habitually sat in the corner.

"A bowl of tomato sauce noodles."

After ordering his food, Han Fei prepared to close his eyes and rest, but a familiar sound came from the restaurant's only television.

"He's a scumbag!"

"Don't let him go! He's the one who abandoned the child!"

A sharp female voice reached Han Fei's ears, and he instantly opened his eyes.

The television was broadcasting the farce that had occurred in front of the company gate that morning. Reporters, who hadn't yet grasped the details, were reporting on it, and many passersby had filmed the scene.

"Is it being broadcast on TV too?"

The diners were engrossed in watching television, while Han Fei slowly shifted his gaze to the oil-stained tabletop.

The continuous stimulation made his brain feel like it was being torn apart. He was clearly just taking on Fu Yi's identity, but it seemed like the world was trying to force all of Fu Yi's despair into his mind.

With a swollen and painful nose and a throbbing headache, Han Fei reached out and grabbed his hair tightly.

The reporter was standing in the crowd taking pictures, and the shouts and curses seemed to be ringing out beside him, or like waves surging towards Han Fei.

"Your noodles are here, be careful, they're hot!" A somewhat immature voice rang out, followed by a pair of fair hands placing a bowl of noodles in front of Han Fei.

Looking up along that slender arm, a hint of surprise flashed in Han Fei's eyes.

The woman in front of him, dressed in a waitress uniform, was the online friend he had taken to the hospital a few days ago. She still seemed to like warm colors, but since she had to wear uniforms to work, she wore her usual dress and just put a cute hair clip in her hair.

"What are you doing here?" Han Fei looked at the female online friend. This girl had just come of age. Her parents had died early, and she had been living with relatives until she was deceived by Fu Yi.

She ran away from home without a second thought, but Fu Yi had no intention of taking responsibility for her.

"You taught me a lot using the most shameless and despicable methods, such as the importance of independence and not gambling your future on someone else's conscience. After leaving the hospital, I had nowhere to go, and then I found out that this small restaurant near your house was hiring waiters, so I wanted to give it a try, and I was hired right away." The female netizen put down her bowl and prepared to leave, but as she turned around, she added, "Eat with peace of mind. If you get sick from eating here, it will implicate the restaurant that hired me. I'm not like some ungrateful people."

A while ago, a female netizen fainted in a rainstorm. Han Fei took her to the hospital, paid her medical expenses, and left her some living expenses.

After the female netizen finished speaking, she walked towards the counter, picked up the remote control, and changed the channel.

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, she suddenly heard a "bang".

Turning around in surprise, she found Han Fei lying on the dining table, blood seeping from his mouth and nose.

"Fu Yi? I...I didn't put anything in the noodles!"

The female netizen and the shop owner were terrified and immediately called for emergency medical assistance.

This time, it was the female netizen who put Han Fei in the ambulance and accompanied him to the hospital.

With all sorts of sounds around him, Han Fei could no longer distinguish them. He could only hear the female netizen's shouts. He felt as if a huge rock had been stuffed into his brain.

The stone did not belong to his body; it pressed down on all his nerves and blood vessels, and gnawed at his soul.

Moreover, there seemed to be a face similar to Fu Yi on the rock. It kept talking and making terrifying laughs, mocking everything Han Fei had done.

With the doctor's help, Han Fei regained his senses. The moment he opened his eyes, he first heard the system's notification sound.

"Attention player number 0000, you have successfully reduced the opponent's hatred by three points."

Looking to the side, the female netizen was staring at Han Fei with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei sat up. "Did the doctor say I have some kind of illness?"

The female netizen didn't look Han Fei in the eye, and while clutching her fingers, she said intermittently, "The doctor said you're under too much pressure and need to rest."

If it's just a minor illness, even if Han Fei saved the female netizen before and there was some foreshadowing, it's impossible for her hatred to suddenly decrease by three points.

Staring into the eyes of the female netizen, this young woman, who had just come of age, was like a blank sheet of paper in front of Han Fei, showing no acting skills whatsoever.

"I understand without you saying anything. Just give me the diagnosis results."

The female netizen hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out the folded medical record from her pocket.

He reached out and held it up to his eyes. After reading it, Han Fei's expression remained unchanged.

"Should we inform your family?" The female netizen didn't know how to comfort others; she was essentially a kind, innocent girl who easily trusted others.

"No need." Han Fei shook his head. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then pulled out the IV needle, put on his coat, and walked outside: "I should go home."

The female netizen wanted to leave with Han Fei, but stopped when she heard Han Fei say "go home".

She stood there, watching Han Fei walk away.

As Han Fei's figure disappeared into the hospital corridor, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Scumbag! Liar! I've never actually liked you! I just used you as my meal ticket! I lied to you!" The female netizen said, her grievances turning into tears: "I never liked you at all... I just felt that the time I spent with you was happier than any time I've ever spent before."

After leaving the hospital, Han Fei took a car back to his residential community.

He jogged into the building, and as he knocked on his own door, the weariness on his face slowly disappeared, and a warm smile appeared on his lips.

Fu Tian ran to open the door, shouting; he was always the happiest person in the family.

After returning home, Han Fei picked up Fu Tian and asked, "Did you listen to your teacher at kindergarten today?"

"I got praised today! I was the only one who could do those math problems that no one else could!" Fu Tian is very good with numbers, and he also has a curious mind about everything.

"That's amazing. You'll definitely become someone who changes the world someday."

"Can I make the world free of carrots?"

"But there are many people in the world who really like to eat carrots. If we eliminate them all just because you don't like them, wouldn't that be unfair to everyone else?"

"Well... okay." Fu Tian was troubled, his earnest little face looking particularly adorable.

Han Fei carried Fu Tian to the dining table. He changed his clothes and was just about to go into the kitchen to help when his wife came out with the dishes she had prepared.

"Ready to eat."

His wife called out to the second floor, and the bedroom door was pushed open. Fu Sheng came downstairs with a book in his hand.

On the surface, the meal was the same as usual, but Han Fei sensed a subtle difference; his wife and Fu Sheng both seemed a little off.

"Mom, I want to watch TV." Fu Tian jumped off the chair and picked up the remote from the sofa, but his wife snatched it away.

"Eat well."

"The cartoon is about to start!" Fu Tian didn't understand why his mother was doing this: "We agreed that you can watch TV for half an hour every day!"

"I need to get some rest early tonight."

"I'll just watch for a little while, it won't affect my rest."

In a child's eyes, adults should keep their promises. Fu Tian lay next to his wife, constantly trying to grab the remote control.

"Snapped!"

The usually gentle wife suddenly slammed the remote control on the table and glared at Fu Tian: "Don't watch!"

Fu Tian, ​​who had never been so harsh on anyone before, burst into tears, wiping away his tears with both hands as he stood beside the dining table.

When his wife refused to let Fu Tian watch TV, Han Fei had already guessed the reason: his wife and Fu Sheng had probably seen reports about him on TV.

Standing up, Han Fei hugged Fu Tian, ​​who was crying at the table, and said, "You guys eat first."

He gently patted Fu Tian's back, carried him to the bedroom, and used the gentlest words to calm him down.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Han Fei picked up the plate he had prepared for Fu Sheng, cooked some dishes for Fu Tian, ​​and then brought them to his room.

While feeding Fu Tian, ​​Han Fei told him some interesting little stories. After Fu Tian finished eating, he stopped crying.

“It’s wrong not to keep a promise, but it’s not Mom’s fault, it’s Dad’s fault.” Han Fei also lay down on Fu Tian’s cartoon bed: “Mom takes such good care of us, so don’t make her angry in the future.”

“But…” Fu Tian still had tear stains on his face; he didn’t understand these things.

"Keep your promises and be an upright, kind, and principled person. Your parents have always taught you these things, but that's because you've grown up. Society will never teach you these things again." Han Fei gently placed his hand on Fu Tian's shoulder.

"I don't know."

“Here’s what we’ll do.” Han Fei looked at the child in front of him directly: “When Dad is home, if you feel that Mom is doing something wrong, you can come to Dad and talk to him. You can stand up for what you think is right. But if one day Dad is no longer here, you must never make her angry, because you are the person she loves most.”

"Okay." Fu Tian still didn't understand, but he felt that what Han Fei said made a lot of sense.

"You must protect her, take care of her, and not make her angry, okay?"

"I see."

Han Fei left the bedroom after Fu Tian fell asleep.

Fu Sheng had already gone back upstairs to study, and his wife was washing the dishes, but she had left a plate of food for Han Fei on the dining table.

"Is Fu Tian asleep?" His wife came out of the kitchen, reheated the porridge, and placed it in front of Han Fei.

"Already asleep."

"That's fine then." His wife went back to her work, while Han Fei watched her as he drank the porridge he had just heated up.

Should I tell her everything?

Sitting alone at the dining table, Han Fei pondered for a long time. After finishing his bowl of hot porridge, he took his bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen.

"Actually, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

(End of this chapter)