After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 74

“Doctor, Elder Brother Li was stimulated into madness by his grandfather’s death and keeps speaking nonsense. You must pay special attention to him. When he stops calling out other women’s names, please call me. I’ll come pick him up.”

Liu Bái’s pure and beautiful face was tear-streaked like a pear blossom after the rain. She said to the man pinned to the bed: “Elder Brother Li, I’m going to film now. Everything… it’s all right. I… I will wait for you forever. You must listen to the doctor and get proper treatment. I… I’ll go now!”

“Liu Bái, you lunatic! Ah—”

Li Yeběi’s subsequent words turned into a scream under the doctor’s electric shock.

Elder Brother Li, Elder Brother Li, please don’t resent Xiao Bái. Xiao Bái didn’t want this either. Please, get better quickly!

Liu Bái’s steps paused, then she ran out, wiping her tears. Her frail body looked like a willow swaying in the wind, but she ran like a rocket. Her assistant scrambled to catch up but couldn’t.

The doctor smiled, his hand hovering over the switch of the electroshock machine. “Mr. Li Yeběi, who is the person you love most?”

“Never change yourself for anyone else!” Li Yeběi’s hand was still twitching, the residual effect of the electric shock. “Song Xingzi! Liu Bái, you bitch, you colluded with Ji Ruyue to harm me.”

“Oh, incorrect answer,” the doctor smiled sweetly, pressing the switch. “Congratulations on receiving one free electric shock.”

It felt as if his internal organs were being ruptured by the current. Li Yeběi spasmed in pain, his fingers twitching constantly, and his body tried to curl up. But his limbs were shackled with iron chains, leaving him only able to endure.

“Ah—damn you! All of this is mine! It’s all mine!”

The doctor shook his head. “He’s really quite ill. I need to prescribe some fast-acting medicine.”

The pain stimulated Li Yeběi’s brain. The pain of the chaotic memories wandering in his mind was no less than that caused by the electric shock. The more painful it was, the clearer his mind became. Li Yeběi shouted: “It’s all wrong, completely wrong. All of this should have been mine, as long as, ah—”

The doctor pressed the switch again, slightly apologetically. “He’s really difficult to deal with. I guess I’ll just have to keep shocking him for now.”

Sigh, there’s no helping it. There aren’t many good people like me who are dedicated to eliminating harm for the people.

Li Yeběi hit his head against the bed repeatedly, crying out in pain: “Liu Bái, Ji Ruyue, may you meet a miserable end! These things are all mine! When I get out, ah—”

It’s wrong, all wrong. Song Xingzi should have been my lover, I…

“Uncle Song, I saw the news. It seems Li Yeběi went crazy. It’s truly a case of evil meeting its retribution,” the nurse, helping Song Xuĕlín walk in the park, said indignantly. “Miss Song and the CEO must have had the worst luck to run into someone like that!”

Song Xuĕlín: “Crazy? When did this happen?”

The nurse: “The news said it was last week. Heaven is truly watching; the wicked get their just deserts. I really hope Miss Song wakes up soon.”

Song Xuĕlín pondered, a mixture of the satisfaction of revenge and deep worry on his face. Young CEO Ji is a good person. Even though Xingzi has been in a coma for so many days, she comes to see her every day and also…

Sigh, when will Xingzi wake up?

Song Xuĕlín sighed heavily, clutching his sleeve, and said to the nurse: “Let’s go to the wooden pavilion. I’ll sit for a while, and after Young CEO Ji leaves, I’ll go up to see Xingzi.”

The nurse comforted Song Xuĕlín as she helped him: “Okay, Uncle Song, don’t worry. Miss Song is a kind soul and will definitely wake up! The CEO is also a devoted person. They are a match made in heaven and will surely be happy.”

Because the park belonged to the private hospital, it was very quiet and sparsely populated. As the two reached the pavilion, a patient in a blue and white hospital gown suddenly appeared. He quickly knocked Song Xuĕlín unconscious, subdued the nurse, and put on Song Xuĕlín’s clothes.

“Don’t shout. My hand might slip, and people will die,” the patient tilted his head, a crazed look on his face. “Call Ji Ruyue and lure her downstairs, then take me to Song Xingzi’s ward.”

The patient was emaciated, his black hair disheveled and plastered to his face. There were terrifying ligature marks on the skin exposed by his collar. He held a gun against the nurse’s head, and there seemed to be a knife tucked into his waist, its shape visible.

The person was Li Yeběi. The doctor at the mental hospital hadn’t figured out Liu Bái’s thought process and truly believed her when she said to “take good care” of him. He specifically prepared a VIP ward for Li Yeběi. Aside from a thick iron door, the room was surrounded by sound-absorbing, collision-proof sponges. There was only one bed in the room, and most of the time, he was locked to the bed, interrogated, shocked, and injected with drugs by the doctor.

He was initially only having trouble distinguishing between two sets of memories and hadn’t reached the point of true madness. After a week, he genuinely went insane. His mind was consumed with the need to return to the past. As if by divine inspiration, he had a flash of insight, believing the way to change his life was to fix the plot: he had to dig out Song Xingzi’s heart and send her to the operating table.

“Don’t make a sound, or you’ll die,” after the nurse nodded, Li Yeběi smiled in satisfaction, muttering to himself, “It’s all mine. All of this is mine. I am the Son of the World.”

Li Yeběi’s voice was very soft, and the nurse couldn’t hear him clearly. She didn’t even know who the man was. Terrified, the nurse helped Li Yeběi upstairs as if he were Song Xuĕlín, with the gun barrel pressed firmly against her waist where they were touching.

After avoiding the bodyguards near the floor entrance, the two stopped in front of the wooden dummy’s ward. The nurse trembled: “We’re, we’re here. This is Miss Song’s ward. She’s inside.”

Ji Ruyue had been called downstairs by an emergency phone call from the nurse, who claimed Song Xuĕlín had fainted, and she had taken two nurses with her. Currently, only the unconscious Song Xingzi was in the ward.

“Go in,” Li Yeběi followed the nurse into the room, chopped the nurse unconscious with a hand-chop, and kicked her aside. As he walked further into the room, he mumbled, “It’s alright, it’s all mine. As long as I abort Song Xingzi’s child, everything will return to normal. Xingzi, don’t hate me. I’m doing this for our future. It’s all mine. I am the Son of the World.”

The wooden dummy in the inner room: Bro, you can talk, but why are you holding a knife? I’m just a piece of wood… trembling.jpg

“Ji Ji, you’re back?”

The little squirrel, hearing the sound, thought Ji Ruyue had returned. Her baby-like voice was extremely tired. She had just transferred a little spiritual power to the wooden dummy. After the last overuse, the speed of her spiritual power recovery had significantly decreased, and it would take a long time to save enough to transform into human form. So, to prevent the horrifying sight of a suddenly changing wooden dummy, Song Xingzi still had to periodically draw a little spiritual power for the dummy.

Song Xingzi is awake? Who is she calling? She should be calling me! Only me!

The realization that Song Xingzi was awake caused Li Yeběi’s movement to pause for a moment. Then, his face filled with rage, and he rushed into the inner room, repeating maniacally: “It’s all mine, it’s all mine…”

Li Yeběi?!

Song Xingzi was so startled that the phone in her paw dropped. Her dark, round eyes stared blankly at the emaciated man holding a hooked, sharp knife.

How is he here? Didn’t he go to the mental hospital and wasn’t he close to death? Well, he does look close to death.

“Song Xingzi, why aren’t you speaking? I’m here. Your Elder Brother Li is here,” Li Yeběi stumbled towards the bedside, pinched Song Xingzi’s face, his eyes filled with obsession. “I just heard you speak. Why won’t you open your eyes and look at me! Look at me!”

The wooden dummy: Damn, damn, damn, can you be reasonable? I’m just a piece of wood! How the hell am I supposed to look at you? Shrug.jpg

The villainous male supporting character is truly crazy! He tricked Ji Ji downstairs! What is he going to do?

Song Xingzi was lying on the sofa, making her hard to spot from the bedside. She cautiously peeked over the sofa, observing the deranged male lead grip the sharp knife, release the wooden dummy’s face, and move his gaze from its head to its abdomen.

The wooden dummy: Grass (a plant), why are you staring at my stomach? Do you want to grope a piece of wood? Insane! Old man looking at phone on the subway.jpg

The facts proved that, yes, some humans were that insane.

Li Yeběi used the hooked knife to slice open the wooden dummy’s clothes. He plunged the knife into the soft abdomen, peeled back the wooden bark, and reached his hand inside to search, muttering to himself: “Don’t cry, don’t be afraid. I’ll just take the child out, Xingzi, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. It will be over soon, and everything will return to the right path…”

The wooden dummy: …I don’t believe you! You’ve peeled off my wooden skin, and you’ve brought my dead wood cells back to life!

Oh God! The villainous supporting character is crazy! Too terrifying!

Song Xingzi, who had witnessed a bloody tragedy, felt sick to her stomach and instinctively tried to cover her mouth with her paws to prevent making any sound. However, her paws were clinging to the sofa. When she let go, the entire squirrel started to fall. The long, fluffy tail hair rubbed against the leather sofa, making a harsh sound that instantly attracted Li Yeběi.

Li Yeběi took his blood-stained hand out of the wooden dummy’s wood cells. His face, twisted into a bizarre smile, turned around. He walked step by step towards the sofa: “I heard a sound. Come out. Is it the aborted child? Let daddy see. Daddy will succeed right away.”

Grass-mud-horse (a plant), the villainous male supporting character is crazy. Being caught will definitely be worse than being a wooden dummy.

The wooden dummy: You’re right! He was obsessed with me at the door earlier, but now… Sigh, this love was misplaced in the end!

Song Xingzi gritted her teeth, deciding not to dwell or hesitate. She launched herself with her hind legs, leaping into the open space, and ran towards the living room door.

“It’s you, that squirrel that ruined my plan!” Li Yeběi let out a cackling laugh, wiping his bloody hand on his hospital gown. He lunged and managed to grab the little squirrel. “That crazy woman Ji Ruyue treats you very well, doesn’t she? What will happen if I kill you? I killed her whole family before, and I even took over the Ji Group. She thought she could fight me. Impossible! I am the Son of the World! No one can defeat me! All the good things in the world are mine! All mine!”

Shit! Damn it! Lunatic!

The little squirrel cursed silently. While Li Yeběi was engrossed in his insane fantasy, she bit down hard on the web of his thumb. Her teeth were sharp. One bite went deep enough to reach the bone. Li Yeběi cried out in pain and flung her away. Song Xingzi took the opportunity to adjust her posture and sprinted towards the outer door.

Li Yeběi staggered after her: “Don’t run! How can you run after biting me?”

Song Xingzi’s spine tingled, and her tail stood straight up in response to the danger, the fur flaring out.

“If you run again, I’ll shoot,” Li Yeběi finally remembered that the [sensitive topic] he was hiding still had bullets in it. He took out the [sensitive topic] and aimed it at the rapidly moving target. “You’re running out of the room. So disobedient. No wonder you’re close to that lunatic Ji Ruyue.”

Grass-mud-horse, you’re the lunatic!

“Stop it—”

“Bang—”