A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 12

At the hospital bed, Lu Xiao said, “I have to go back to the bureau to report on the explosion investigation. I’ll leave Old Third Song to you for now.” He said goodbye to Shen Zhao, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

“About that case…” Shen Zhao said, his words trailing off.

“Don’t worry,” Lu Xiao said, shaking the business card in his hand. “Wait for my call.”

When did this guy get my business card?

Shen Zhao’s panicked emotions gradually calmed down. Being able to participate in the investigation… is great.

In recent years, every time he dreamed of that person’s final moments before their death, his heart felt like it was being gripped by a demon. He couldn’t breathe and would ultimately wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

Fifteen years ago, on a snowy night…

The wind howled, and goose-like snow rustled to the ground. Under the dim streetlights, white flakes swirled everywhere. A skinny figure stumbled through the snow, having finally escaped… he had finally escaped…

His shoes had long been soaked by the slush on the side of the road. The thin fabric of his shoes was frozen solid. His steps were deep and shallow in the snow, leaving a trail of unclear footprints.

I have to live.

Blood oozed from Shen Zhao’s forehead. His clothes were torn and tattered by something like wire. There were also cuts from a sharp object on his body.

The blood was quickly turned into mottled scabs by the cold wind, coagulating on the wounds like scars.

He walked on. His body’s temperature was dropping, and his feet were numb, having lost all feeling. He couldn’t even feel the cold in his lower legs. He kept walking forward, relying only on his will and the momentum of his body.

I can’t stop!

The temperature was below minus 10 degrees, and the snow and wind, combined with the feeling of hunger, almost knocked him to the ground. His vision became increasingly blurred. A step forward was a white ice cave that would swallow him up; a step back was a bottomless abyss.

He could only go forward…

His consciousness drifted. In a daze, he saw a sign lit up in front of a house that seemed to say “24-hour clinic.” The cold white light made the room look incredibly warm. Shen Zhao tried to move forward, wanting to go faster, but he stumbled and fell into the snow, unable to get up again.

When he opened his eyes again, Shen Zhao felt like he was lying down. The ceiling was white, and the mixed scent of medicine filled his nasal cavity.

“Was I caught and brought back…?” Shen Zhao stared at the ceiling, his body feeling like it was sinking into the deep sea, a vortex continuously pulling him into an even deeper black hole.

No, this smell is different from the lab in the orphanage…

Shen Zhao struggled to look around, and in doing so, he fell directly out of the bed!

To his surprise, his hands and feet could move. There were no restraints on his limbs…

“Little one, don’t move. I just finished dressing your wounds.”

A man’s voice.

Shen Zhao scrambled and cowered to the side. He crawled under the bed before the man could enter. He hugged his bent knees to his chest, his fingers trembling.

“Where did you go?” The gentle voice came again. Shen Zhao, huddled in the corner, saw the man’s shoes and the lower half of his pants.

White sneakers, slender legs, and a white coat.

Wen Yu heard the commotion in the room and quickly came in. Who would have thought the boy would have crawled under the bed?

“What’s your name?” Wen Yu asked softly.

Shen Zhao found the voice strange, but it was very gentle. He remembered the scene of himself collapsing in the snow last night…

Was I saved?

Shen Zhao’s eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart was in his throat. He felt his heart beating violently, but he didn’t dare to take a deep breath.

“Who… who are you?” Shen Zhao’s trembling voice came from under the bed.

“My name is Wen Yu. I’m an intern doctor here.”

After saying that, Wen Yu felt that the little boy didn’t respond for a long time. He didn’t press him and left the room again.

“I’ll make you a bowl of instant noodles. You can eat it when you’re hungry.”

Shen Zhao heard Wen Yu’s voice again from the other side of the wall.

Shen Zhao was silent for a while before crawling out from under the bed. He peered through the crack in the door, observing the young doctor outside.

The room outside was about 20 square meters. The walls were lined with many different-sized cabinets, all filled with a dense array of boxed medicines. About a meter from the wall, a circle of transparent glass counters, a meter high, had been set up. Further in, there was a cabinet for traditional Chinese medicine, with many unfamiliar names written on it.

Wen Yu stood in the gap between the counter and the wall, holding a piece of paper, his eyes searching through the medicine cabinets behind him.

He was about 1.8 meters tall. He wore a pair of frameless glasses on his nose. His features were handsome and clear, and his hair was short and spiky. He looked clean and gentle.

Shen Zhao’s fingers tightened slightly, but he didn’t dare to move forward.

Wen Yu noticed that Shen Zhao was watching him. He sat quietly opposite him and, after a long while, pointed to a bucket of instant noodles on the counter.

“Are you hungry?”

Only then did Shen Zhao realize that the scent of hot noodles was wafting through the room.

Shen Zhao swallowed, but his eyes remained alert.

“If you’re still so reserved, these noodles are going to get soggy,” Wen Yu said, raising an eyebrow, a smile on his face as he looked at him.

“…Can I eat in there?”

Wen Yu was slightly taken aback. “Of course.”

Wen Yu brought the instant noodles into the clinic room with one hand. After placing it on a small table, he saw that Shen Zhao wasn’t coming closer, so he took a few steps back.

“Eat up.”

Shen Zhao saw that Wen Yu had picked up a medical book and was looking down, flipping through it. Only then did he finally walk to the table, pick up the fork, and start eating in big mouthfuls.

“Don’t mind me. I don’t have a lot of money as an intern, so I can only eat this,” Wen Yu said, opening his mouth apologetically.

Shen Zhao, however, picked up the bowl and drank the noodle soup directly. The warm liquid flowed into his stomach, and Shen Zhao finally felt a trace of warmth.

“Thank you.”

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

Shen Zhao hesitated for a long time. “My name is…”

His gaze caught a few books behind Wen Yu, and he randomly pieced a name together.

“My name is Shen Zhao.”

Wen Yu nodded. “Mmm, Shen Zhao.”

Shen Zhao pursed his lips.

Wen Yu sighed softly, his gaze falling on the red marks on Shen Zhao’s exposed arm. His eyes sank slightly.

“When I saw you at the door last night, you had many small, old scars on you, in addition to some fresh wounds that hadn’t healed yet. Even though they’ve healed, they don’t look like they came from everyday bumps and scrapes.”

“…They look like they were caused by many small surgeries.”

Shen Zhao’s body stiffened. He looked down at his body, now in a clean hospital gown. After a long while, he slowly let out a few words: “You… shouldn’t have saved me.”