Douluo Dragon King: The Twin Dragons of Time and Space, Mistaken for Dragon God

The heart monitor by the bed beeped rhythmically.

Chu Nan turned his head and saw Gu Yue standing by the window. Sunlight streamed in from outside, falling on her long, black hair, making it sparkle. She crossed her arms, her purple eyes gazing out the window, lost in thought. Her silhouette looked somewhat... ethereal.

"You're awake?" Gu Yue turned around and walked to the bedside, looking him up and down. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Chu Nan assessed his physical condition—his whole body ached and felt weak, as if he had been beaten up and then thrown into a washing machine and spun around for twenty minutes. His stomach rumbled loudly, like thunder.

"I'm alright, just hungry." Chu Nan said seriously. "I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now. The kind where there wouldn't be a bone left."

Gu Yue's lips curled up slightly, and she was about to speak—

"Bang!"

The door was flung open, and a group of people poured in like water being released from a dam.

Xie Xie rushed to the front, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the entire floor: "Brother Nan! You're finally awake! You've been unconscious for three days! We thought you were going to confess."

Wei Xiaofeng shoved him aside, leaned close to the bedside, and stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, how are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Do you still remember who you are?"

Zhang Yangzi frowned beside him, looking worried, and said, "Brother Nan, you've been unconscious for three whole days. If your vital signs hadn't been normal, we would have all thought you... well, that."

Wang Jinxi stood behind, holding a glass of water, and asked cautiously, "Brother Nan, would you like some water? I poured you some warm water."

Tang Wulin stood at the back, and although he couldn't squeeze to the front, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable: "Brother Nan, are you alright?"

Chu Nan was both amused and exasperated by this commotion. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, aren't I? Don't worry, even if the King of Hell wants me to die at midnight, I'll live to see dawn. I'm tough."

"snort."

A cold snort came from the doorway, and everyone consciously made way for it.

Wu Changkong walked in expressionlessly, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over Chu Nan. When he spoke, his tone was still icy, but those who knew him well could hear a hint of—well, still icy—in his voice.

"How does it feel?"

Chu Nan weakly raised his hand, like a kindergarten child raising their hand to answer a question: "Teacher Wu, I'm hungry. I want to eat braised pork."

Wu Changkong's lips twitched slightly, and he remained silent for two seconds: "...The hospital cafeteria has porridge."

"Porridge is fine, as long as there's meat. Plain porridge with pickled vegetables is also fine; pickled vegetables count as a dish."

Wu Changkong didn't reply. He turned and walked to the window, his back to everyone, which was considered tacit consent.

Just then, another series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Young friend Chu Nan! You're finally awake!"

Li Fugui stormed into the room. He approached the bedside, looked Chu Nan up and down, and asked with exaggerated concern, "Young friend Chu Nan, how are your injuries? How are you feeling? Should I call the doctor to examine you again? Should we transfer you to another hospital? Should we hire a nutritionist?"

Chu Nan was both amused and exasperated: "Minister Li, I'm fine, I'm perfectly alright."

"It's alright, it's alright."

After saying this, Li Fugui suddenly lowered his voice and leaned close to Chu Nan's ear, "Little ancestor, you must be alright. If anything happens to you, my old life will be over too. I beg you."

Chu Nan nodded helplessly: "I understand, I understand, Minister Li, don't worry."

"That's good, that's good..." Li Fugui gave a few more instructions to get some rest before taking his leave, turning back to look at himself several times.

After leaving the ward, Li Fugui got into the car, wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, and asked the driver, "What did the deputy tower master say?"

The driver glanced at him cautiously in the rearview mirror: "The deputy tower master said that if Young Master Chu Nan gets into trouble again, he'll send you... to mine in the far north. Also, the deputy tower master is already on his way to Donghai City."

Li Fugui's face turned pale, and he cursed the evil spirit masters and their ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind: "Damn it, these damned bastards have ruined me! I was living a good life here in the East China Sea, and they had to come and cause trouble! Now that the deputy tower master is here, my good days are over!"

He clasped his hands together and bowed in the direction of the hospital: "My little darling, you must get well soon. My future wealth and glory depend entirely on you..."

…………

In the ward, Tang Wulin and the others wanted to stay a little longer, chattering away like they were in a market.

Gu Yue frowned and said in a cold voice, "He needs to rest."

The voice wasn't loud, but the tone left no room for argument.

Everyone was taken aback, their gazes towards Gu Yue filled with complex emotions—because of the Ascension Platform incident, they still harbored resentment towards Gu Yue. However, seeing how Gu Yue had been taking care of Chu Nan tirelessly for the past few days, they couldn't bring themselves to say anything.

Xie Xie opened his mouth, wanting to retort but not daring to, and finally swallowed his words.

Wu Changkong spoke up at the right moment: "It's a holiday today, everyone go home and rest. Don't cause trouble here."

After hearing this, everyone reluctantly said goodbye.

Tang Wulin patted Chu Nan on the shoulder: "Brother Nan, take good care of your injury."

Wang Jinxi waved his hand sheepishly, "Brother Nan, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Wei Xiaofeng and Zhang Yangzi also said their goodbyes.

Xie Xie walked to the door, glanced back at Gu Yue, moved his lips, but ultimately turned and left.

The door closed, and the ward finally quieted down, leaving only Chu Nan and Gu Yue.

Chu Nan leaned against the headboard, smiling as he looked at Gu Yue: "Gu Yue, you're in such a hurry to send them away because you want to take care of me alone, right?"

Gu Yue blushed slightly and turned to look out the window: "You need to rest; it's too noisy with so many people around."

Chu Nan blinked, his tone clearly teasing: "Alright then. Peel an apple? Pour me a glass of water? Feed me water? I'm a patient, I need careful care."

Gu Yue's ears turned red, but she didn't refute it. She turned around, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.

Chu Nan took the drink and drank a few sips, then sighed contentedly, "It's alright, the service is barely passable."

Gu Yue ignored him and started peeling an apple.

There was a moment of silence.

Gu Yue tentatively asked, "Do you remember what happened before?"

Hearing this, Chu Nan's heart tightened—had it really come to pass? He quickly rubbed his temples and began to act. Frowning, he pretended to think for a long time, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty: "I don't remember very clearly... I just remember everything going black, and then I knew nothing more. I woke up here."

Gu Yue's heart sank slightly—Dragon God doesn't remember?

She patiently explained, "On our way back to the academy, we encountered an evil spirit master. You were seriously injured protecting me and have been unconscious ever since. Later, a senior passed by and saved us. Don't you remember?"

Chu Nan was stunned, his expression somewhat confused: "An evil soul master? I felt like someone kept shouting 'Kid, don't run away' in my head... Was I dreaming?"

Gu Yue's lips twitched, but she held back from making a complaint.

She continued to probe, "You really don't remember anything? Including... the changes that occurred back then?"

Chu Nan looked down at himself, then looked up, puzzled. "Changes? What changes? Have I lost weight? Or gained weight?" He pinched his cheek. "I feel like I still have some flesh."

Gu Yue stared at him for a few seconds, sighed, and felt a little disappointed—it seemed that the Dragon God had really lost his memory.