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After half an hour.

Outside the emergency room of the First Central Hospital.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were a stark, unnatural white.

Yu Zixin, dressed in a blue and white school uniform, sat alone on a row of plastic chairs.

He hugged his knees with both hands and buried his face in his arms.

Several patients who had just finished their examinations came and went in a hurry, and none of them paid any attention to the girl who looked helpless.

Chen Xiaoya's parents are still in the emergency room.

Chen Xiaoya was so frightened that she was also placed on a nearby hospital bed to receive an IV drip.

Yu Zixin's mind was now filled with the terrifying scene in Chen Xiaoya's cellar.

That half-head hanging upside down.

Rotten cheeks.

If Yang Guang and Chu Sheng hadn't arrived in time, she couldn't imagine what would have happened to her and Xiao Ya.

I think of Yang Guang.

Yu Zixin slowly raised her head.

Looking at the flashing red light above the emergency room door, I felt a pang of sadness.

That lunatic who picks up bottles at school every day and mooches free soup.

That bastard who keeps saying he wants to be my father.

Tonight, in order to save her, they stormed in with that fat monk.

Later, he even let himself go with the ambulance first, while he stayed behind to clean up the mess.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to him."

Yu Zixin became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Although Yang Guang is usually very unreliable.

But after all, he was his father's comrade-in-arms and the person who entrusted his child to him.

If Yang Guang were to get into any accident while trying to save her, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

"Why are you crying?"

"You're looking so gloomy; anyone who didn't know better would think you were mourning my death."

A familiar and irritating voice suddenly rang out at the end of the corridor.

Yu Zixin was startled.

His head jerked up.

At the other end of the corridor, all that could be seen was...

Yang Guang, wearing his signature faded sports jacket, strolled over slowly with his hands in his pockets.

My hair is still as messy as a bird's nest.

The canvas shoes made a soft, squelching sound as they stepped on the smooth hospital floor.

His nonchalant demeanor hardly resembled that of a Xuanmen Celestial Master who had just survived a life-or-death battle.

He looks exactly like a delinquent teenager who just came out of an internet cafe after spending the whole night there.

But at this moment, in Yu Zixin's eyes, this figure was so reassuring that it made her want to cry.

"Yang Guang!"

Yu Zixin suddenly stood up.

I almost fell over because I got up too quickly.

She stumbled and rushed over, almost throwing herself into Yang Guang's arms.

Yang Guang was so frightened that he took a big step back.

He crossed his arms and looked at her warily.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Young lady, what are you doing?"

"Don't you understand the principle of 'men and women should not touch each other'?"

"Although I am an exceptionally good man, I am here to preserve my virginity for my future wife."

"You can't expect to repay kindness with enmity and take advantage of me just because I saved you, can you?"

Yu Zixin, whose eyes were already brimming with tears.

Upon hearing this, she immediately held back her tears.

The emotion on his face instantly turned into speechlessness and anger: "Can't you even utter a single human word?"

"Who's trying to take advantage of you!"

Yu Zixin stomped her feet in anger, pointing at Yang Guang and yelling, "Look at you, all lively and energetic, it's such a waste of all the worry I had for you!"

Yang Guang chuckled and stepped forward without a care in the world.

Why are you worried about me?

"You know what level your dad is at."

"I could crush a little karaomi of that level eight hundred times with one hand."

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Yang Guang glanced at the red light on the emergency room, his nonchalant expression vanishing. "How are the classmate's parents?"

Yu Zixin sighed, her expression turning somber.

"They are still trying to save him."

"The doctor said it was due to excessive blood loss, plus the wound being infected with some unknown toxin."

"Although his life has been saved for now, the situation is not very optimistic."

"Xiaoya is still receiving an IV drip in that ward; she hasn't woken up yet."

Yang Guang nodded and stroked his chin: "Being injured by a vengeful ghost means that yin energy has entered the body."

"Ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs and blood plasma can only treat external injuries at most, but they can't get rid of the yin energy, and you'll still feel cold in the morning and evening."

As Yang Guang spoke, he pulled two yellow talismans out of his pocket.

He handed it to Yu Zixin.

"Take it."

"When the nurse isn't looking, dissolve these two talismans in water and feed them to your classmate's parents."

"Guaranteed to cure the disease completely."

Yu Zixin blankly accepted the two yellow talismans, which were painted with flamboyant strokes.

She carefully clutched the yellow talisman in her hand, as if she were holding two life-saving golden tokens that would grant her immunity from death.

"Yang Guang, thank you."

Yu Zixin looked at Yang Guang, her tone becoming more serious than ever before: "If it weren't for you tonight, Xiaoya and I might already be..."

"Alright, alright."

Yang Guang waved his hand impatiently, interrupting her spellcasting.

"Stop."

"I hate it when you young girls get all sentimental all the time."

"Since your father has entrusted you to me, you are my eldest daughter."

"It's only natural for a father to protect his daughter."

"We'll see."

"If you get into a good university and become successful in the future, you'll have to give your old man a red envelope during holidays."

Yu Zixin's nascent goodwill was shattered once again by this guy.

This guy.

Will not being his father suffocate him?

And why are you so insistent on having him as your father?

Yu Zixin cursed inwardly.

In the short time Yang Guang had been there, Yu Zixin had rolled her eyes at him countless times.

As it turned out, that bastard didn't restrain himself at all.

Instead, they became even more brazen.

Yang Guang crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Yu Zixin: "Hey girl, your eyes are practically rolling to the sky. Did some yin energy get into your body and cause your optic nerve to twitch?"

"Would you like me to do a set of eye exercises for you?"

"Only 99.8 yuan, family price, no credit allowed."

Yu Zixin was so angry she wanted to bite her teeth.

This bastard not only wants to be a father, but also wants to swindle money from me!

She simply turned her head away, too lazy to pay any attention to Yang Guang.

but.

Anger is anger.

But Yu Zixin herself didn't realize it.

With Yang Guang's appearance, and his carefree banter.

The fear and unease I had felt in the face of a life-or-death crisis had vanished without me even realizing it.

What replaced it was an unprecedented sense of security.

It's as if as long as Yang Guang is around, he can use the sky as a blanket even if it falls down.

Even Yu Zixin herself found this puzzling.

Yang Guangming was the same age as me, and he was also a universally acknowledged lunatic and penniless guy in the whole school.

But what exactly is this damn sense of security?

Is it possible for mental illness to be contagious?

Seeing that Yu Zixin didn't say anything, Yang Guang didn't rush to leave.

He plopped down on a plastic bench next to him, spreading his legs wide.

Then, he pulled out a secondhand smartphone with three cracks in the screen from the pocket of his faded sweatpants.

He skillfully tapped the icon for Honor of Kings.

however.

This crappy phone is really unreliable.

Loading any interface is like watching a PowerPoint presentation; it's so laggy it's practically unplayable.

Yang Guang frantically poked at the screen with his finger, like playing whack-a-mole, while cursing, "Damn it, move it!"

"It's stuck here laying its egg!"

"I'm in the middle of a promotion match, if I go AFK now, my reputation points will be deducted. How many water bottles would I have to collect to make up for it?!"

"You piece of junk phone, I'll replace you sooner or later!"