After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 55

Gu Jiaoyang fell unconscious again, but this time, he used his spiritual energy to heal his wounds, so he appeared to be recovering significantly.

To be honest, when he first feigned unconsciousness, he hadn’t expected the doctor’s final diagnosis to be so severe.

“Ugh, I’m genuinely worried sick about this dog-named Dai.”

Gu Jiaoyang, in his Sea of Consciousness, stroked Little Zhi’s head. The anger towards Dai Gucan for breaking up with him still lingered and wouldn’t dissipate anytime soon.

“Once I sort out this Qin Yuan and Spirit Chrysanthemum mess, I’m going to demand a hefty, hefty price in return!”

Gu Jiaoyang gritted his teeth, puffing out his cheeks in frustration.

“Let’s go to Doctor Li’s tomorrow, then head back for now.”

After calling the doctor to check on Gu Jiaoyang, Qin Yuan pulled Dai Gucan away to rest at home. Ever since Gu Jiaoyang was hospitalised, Dai Gucan had been out of sorts for days, even dealing with some company business from the hospital. This situation wasn’t good for his health. Qin Yuan patted Dai Gucan’s shoulder, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.

“We’ll see the doctor tomorrow, for that medicine!”

Taking advantage of the moment Qin Yuan turned away, Gu Jiaoyang quickly formed a tracking seal with the hand hidden beneath the duvet, silently casting it towards Qin Yuan’s back.

“I’ll follow them tomorrow.”

Gu Jiaoyang felt the location information streaming from the tracking seal, suppressing the urge to jump out of bed.

The next day, after detecting that Qin Yuan’s location had started moving, Gu Jiaoyang cast an illusion array on his room, jumped out of the window, and flagged down a taxi on the road.

The private ward was on a high floor. Gu Jiaoyang stood on the window ledge, felt his heart racing, and slowly climbed down the drainage pipe.

The clothes he had taken off when admitted were left on the bedside table. His wallet was still in his pocket, which had enough money for a taxi to follow them.

The nurse on her morning rounds checked Gu Jiaoyang’s room, her face blank as she looked at the empty bed and mechanically adjusted the IV drip pole as if someone were still there. She jotted something down in her notebook and left with the trolley.

The patient looks the same as yesterday…

Oh, what am I thinking? Of course, he looks the same when he’s so badly injured.

The nurse shook her head, pushing the small trolley towards the next ward.

“No sign? Is this even a proper medical facility?” Gu Jiaoyang followed Qin Yuan and Dai Gucan’s car to a high-end residential complex. The entire area consisted of three-storey villas, and from the outside, there was no sign of any medical practice.

Entering the complex required a magnetic card or an appointment. Since Gu Jiaoyang had neither, he used a breath-concealing spell to muffle his movements and climbed over the wall.

“Dr Li.” Qin Yuan sat down on the sofa, clutching her bag. Dai Gucan sat quietly in a chair facing Dr Li, looking somewhat resistant.

“You look a little better today.” Dr Li appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a full head of short hair—not the typical middle-aged baldness of a long-time medical practitioner.

“Shall we fill out the form?” Dr Li smiled kindly, pushed up his glasses, and slid a form onto the table, placing a pen within Dai Gucan’s reach.

The table was large and irregularly shaped, somewhat resembling a mango. Dr Li sat at the pointed end of the mango, and Dai Gucan sat at the rounded end.

They were seated at an angle, with a distance between them.

…

“What are they talking about? I can’t hear.” Gu Jiaoyang, relying on his breath-concealing spell, stuck close to the window, but the villa’s soundproofing was too effective. Even with his face pressed against the glass, he couldn’t make out a single word.

…

“Alright, here is the new medicine. Remember to take it on time.”

“Goodbye, Dr Li.”

“Goodbye.”

After a brief review of the form, Dr Li chatted with Dai Gucan for a while longer, then retrieved a small bottle of pills from a drawer and presented it to Dai Gucan.

Gu Jiaoyang saw it clearly from the window: it was the same black bottle with a small crack that he had discovered in the medical kit that night.

There really is something wrong!

Perhaps because Qin Yuan was present, Dai Gucan remained silent. He put the small bottle of pills into his pocket and capped his pen.

Gu Jiaoyang stood by the window. As soon as Dai Gucan left with Qin Yuan, he climbed through the window on the opposite side and followed Dr Li, who had taken off his white coat and was heading down a corridor.

Since the clinic was set up inside a converted villa, it looked nothing like a hospital, more like an ordinary home. The only difference was the plaques on each door, labelling the different rooms. Gu Jiaoyang followed Dr Li into a corner room and found him speaking to someone.

“You made a new batch? We haven’t finished the last one yet. Is this medicine easy to make?” Dr Li spoke with his back to the door, adjusting his collar and taking a stack of files from a nearby shelf.

“It’s not easy, but I don’t have much time.”

The person speaking to Dr Li was a woman, and her voice sounded strangely familiar. Gu Jiaoyang held his breath and crept closer, craning his neck into the open doorway.

“…I don’t have much time. Next time, I’ll need to give him a larger dose.”

“Alright. Don’t forget what you promised me.”

The woman’s voice was muffled. As Dr Li finished speaking and turned to walk towards the next cabinet, Gu Jiaoyang finally saw the woman’s face—it was Qin Yuan!

Qin Yuan made the Spirit Chrysanthemum pills?!!

She’s the one who gave the dangerous medicine to Dai Gucan!

Gu Jiaoyang’s heart sank. He listened to a few more lines of their conversation, using his phone to record Qin Yuan instructing Dr Li to give Dai Gucan a higher dosage next time. He put his phone away, his mind buzzing, and followed Qin Yuan and Dai Gucan back.

Dai Gucan had returned to the car to wait, which explained why Qin Yuan was able to conduct her transaction with Dr Li.

“Damn this bloody virus.”

Gu Jiaoyang bit his thumbnail, taking a taxi back to the hospital.

The clues he had gathered so far were limited.

First, Qin Yuan was the host of a virus system he didn’t know which number and because the host herself harboured extreme malice towards him, the virus system within Qin Yuan didn’t need to use its system powers to attack him. This meant they couldn’t use the Overseer System to detect data from the moment of attack.

Second, the Spirit Chrysanthemum pills were made by Qin Yuan, and she had bribed the doctor to administer them to Dai Gucan for several years.

Third, Qin Yuan wanted him dead, and for some reason, she hated Dai Gucan but didn’t want him to die.

Not wanting Dai Gucan dead yet wanting to torment him… what exactly was the effect of the Spirit Chrysanthemum pills? Gu Jiaoyang suspected it wasn’t simply hallucination and psychosis; there must be some other purpose.

If this virus system were hosted by anyone else, he would have confronted them head-on, given his temper.

However, this virus system was hosted by Dai Gucan’s only living relative. He couldn’t guarantee that Qin Yuan would survive if the Overseer System exterminated the virus within her.

“Tsk, this is tricky.” Gu Jiaoyang lay in the hospital bed, tossing and turning in thought. He wanted to find a low-cost method for extermination, but Dai Gucan was a difficult tie to sever, restricting his options.

“But I absolutely cannot let him take that medicine again.” Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t think of a good solution but decided he must return to the Dai residence tonight and switch out the pills.

This action had to be covert. He didn’t want Qin Yuan to know he was awake yet, allowing her to relax her guard during this time.

The summer night arrived slowly. Gu Jiaoyang scaled the fence of the Dai residence’s lotus garden and clambered up to the second floor via a grapevine.

Thank goodness the mosquito screen on the second-floor balcony was open, and the blinds weren’t lowered. Gu Jiaoyang carefully pushed open the screen door after the nanny went downstairs and crept silently towards the first floor.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Gu Jiaoyang had just reached the stairwell when Dai Gucan coughed a few times, covering his mouth, and headed upstairs with a glass of water.

He didn’t look well; his face was pale, and his lips were dry.

But even when ill, Dai Gucan’s posture was straight, his dark blue shirt neatly tucked into his belt.

He must have just returned from the office.

Gu Jiaoyang cautiously watched from the shadows of the corner. He saw that Dai Gucan was clutching a small bottle in his other hand—the black glass bottle containing the Spirit Chrysanthemum pills!

He’s going back to his room to take the medicine.

Having confirmed this, Gu Jiaoyang followed silently up the stairs, planning to find an opportunity to swap the medicine bottle.

He absolutely cannot keep taking this.

Thud.

Dai Gucan placed the glass of water on the bedside table, stood for a moment with the light on, then sat on the bed, looking down at the pills in his hand. He stared at them, lost in thought, before placing the medicine bottle on the bedside table, turning onto his side, and closing his eyes.

Eh? Dai Gucan isn’t taking it?

Gu Jiaoyang, standing by the sofa, had been ready to rush over and knock the medicine away, feigning a supernatural event if Dai Gucan took the pill. But now, Dai Gucan, who looked ready to take the pill instantly, had simply put down the water and gone to sleep.

Did he figure out the medicine was problematic?

Gu Jiaoyang walked to the bedside, leaning closer. Dai Gucan was genuinely breathing evenly, eyes closed, seemingly fast asleep.

What a perfect opportunity!

Gu Jiaoyang turned to grab the medicine from the bedside table, intending to pour the pills out and replace them with the vitamin tablets in his own pocket.

Smack!

Before Gu Jiaoyang could take his first step, Dai Gucan suddenly raised his arm and grabbed at the empty air, yet his hand clamped directly onto Gu Jiaoyang’s arm, which was concealed by the breath-concealing spell. With a forceful tug, he yanked Gu Jiaoyang from his spot and dragged him onto the bed, tumbling right on top of him.

“Holy crap! How did you see me?!” Gu Jiaoyang was shocked the moment he felt his balance shift.

His breath-concealing spell was effective enough that even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t detect him, yet Dai Gucan had managed to grab him.

“Mmmph!”

Gu Jiaoyang was so surprised by the fall that he was momentarily stunned. When a sharp pain shot through his nose and his lips landed on a soft surface, he realised Dai Gucan’s grab had caused them to fall and kiss, face-to-face.

The impact of such a large body falling was considerable. His nose, whether bleeding or not, ached sharply, numbing half of his face and making him instantly tear up. Even with the cushioning of his lips, he’d crashed his teeth against Dai Gucan’s, causing a sharp, stinging pain.

“Mmmph!”

Gu Jiaoyang yelped in pain and immediately tried to scramble up, but Dai Gucan’s other arm locked around his waist. Gu Jiaoyang pushed with both hands on Dai Gucan’s chest but couldn’t climb off. The strength in the arm around his waist only tightened.

“What do you eat to be so strong? Your arm weighs a ton!”

Gu Jiaoyang tried to struggle again but was stunned by the word Dai Gucan suddenly mumbled, eyes still tightly shut.

“…Daddy…”

“???”

Calling me Daddy won’t help you! Let go of me, ahhh!

Gu Jiaoyang patted Dai Gucan’s face and realised the man was running a fever—his entire face was alarmingly hot. As he opened his mouth, a faint scent drifted out.

Spirit Chrysanthemum?!

“When did you take the medicine behind my back?!”

Gu Jiaoyang roared, cupping Dai Gucan’s face, inevitably inhaling the faint fragrance into his lungs.

The fragrance was like a plastic-wrapped sweet. While in his trachea, he only sensed a slight sweetness, but once it reached his lungs, it was as if the wrapper had been torn off. The overwhelming sweetness rushed up from his alveoli to his brain, causing Gu Jiaoyang to feel momentarily dazed.

“What kind of ghost scent is this…”

Gu Jiaoyang tried to circulate his spiritual energy to force the sickly sweet scent out of his body, but instead, his vision suddenly turned black, and he collapsed straight onto Dai Gucan’s chest.

“…Daddy…”

Just before losing consciousness, Gu Jiaoyang heard Dai Gucan call out ‘Daddy’ again. He thought, You’re my Daddy. You can take advantage of me even when you’re asleep.

“Hoo…”

When Gu Jiaoyang opened his eyes again, he found himself in a sea of flames. The ground beneath his feet was wet asphalt. It was too dark to see anything but the scorching flames around him.

“Hello! Is anyone there?!”

Gu Jiaoyang shouted into the darkness.

This is an Illusion Array.

As a cultivator, he knew this all too well, but the current situation gave him a faint, unpleasant premonition.

“Hello!!! Is anyone there?! Dai Gucan!!!”

“Dai Gucan, are you here? Hello?!”

All he could hear was the sound of the fire roaring. The scorching heat licked at his skin, realistically conveying a dry, painful sensation.

The water stains on the ground were subtle, but the uniform dampness suggested a recent rainstorm.

“Dai Gucan!”

Gu Jiaoyang shouted again, walking towards the flames.

The illusion was terrifyingly realistic. The moment Gu Jiaoyang stepped into the fire, the flames surged, swallowing his voice like a giant beast.

It hurts. It hurts so much!

Gu Jiaoyang disregarded the pain and followed the traces of the fire to search for people. The realistic environment made it feel exactly like he was being burned in a massive fire, even simulating sweat. It felt as if all the moisture was being roasted out of his body.

Every step now was excruciatingly painful, as was every inch of his skin. But he knew this was an illusion, so he endured the pain and pushed forward.

“Dai Gucan! You miserable bastard, get out here right now!”

The sound of metal scraping came from a distance. Gu Jiaoyang wiped the sweat from his face and ran towards the source of the noise.

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