No One Else Will Do But You - Chapter 57

“How have you been feeling recently?”

Looking at Carlo in his white coat, Shu Luo found his rare seriousness quite surprising.

“Uncle Carlo, I suddenly think you look very handsome in a white coat,” Shu Luo said, captivated by his attire.

Of course, to be handsome enough, Carlo wore gold-rimmed glasses without prescription, combined with his bright blonde hair, which was very eye-catching. The smile on the corner of his mouth was just right. Indeed, like father, like son; they both knew how to smile. From Shu Luo’s demeanor, he truly seemed like someone with great self-control.

“Do you consider yourself a depression patient?”

Shu Luo rested his chin and pondered for a moment: “How should I put it? Hmm… I didn’t feel it when I didn’t know, but I did once I found out. Except for not liking to be alone in one place, I like to stay in a relatively suffocating place that gives me a sense of security, such as a closet.”

Carlo nodded at Shu Luo’s honesty: “Few depression patients can be as honest as you. Hiding is also another major killer of depression. You chose to be open, so those who love you give you the greatest care.”

Shu Luo said: “I actually find myself strange. Even though I was almost raped by Lin Kun, I didn’t break down—of course, I did break down at that moment.”

Carlo’s hand holding the pen paused. Rape? Why did no one tell him?

“That means your psychological tolerance is very strong. You chose to accept reality. It seems the benefits of studying medicine are already showing.” He perfectly concealed the anger in his eyes, speaking calmly.

Shu Luo stared at him for a while and said: “Uncle Carlo, you’re very angry, aren’t you? I can see it.”

Carlo didn’t deny it, only realizing that this guy was quite perceptive.

“How is your vision recently? Did the doctor say the wound on the back of your head is healed?” He interspersed English throughout his speech because there was no way—some things he truly couldn’t express; after all, Chinese wasn’t easy to learn.

Shu Luo had long been accustomed to his half-Chinese, half-English way of speaking.

“I occasionally feel dizzy, but the doctor said that’s normal. My vision isn’t as blurry as before.”

Seeing Shu Luo, still in his patient gown, look quite spirited, Carlo felt a little relieved.

“If you’re bored, you can come over and chat with me. I’m always available.”

“Okay.”

After Shu Luo left, Carlo immediately turned around and made a phone call.

The following conversation was entirely in French.

“Boss, it has been dealt with.”

“There’s nothing going on with the old Count, is there?”

“Everything is fine.”

“Mhm.”

There’s a price for bullying someone who belongs to the de Rotheschild family.

Shu Luo sat bored on the edge of the bed, watching people walk around in the garden below. He couldn’t jump around for the time being. Although he had been hospitalized for a week, he couldn’t make any sudden movements. Every time he slept, he was woken up every few hours because his consciousness needed to be monitored.

At first, Jiang Mu didn’t know and just watched him all night, but Shu Luo still lapsed into unconsciousness while sleeping. It scared Jiang Mu half to death.

Sigh. It wasn’t easy that such a calamity-ridden life could still allow him to grow up strong. He must have accumulated virtue in his previous life.

Knock, knock, knock—

Hearing the knock, Shu Luo turned his head. He Zeming?

“Are you alright?” Seeing the gauze still wrapped around the back of his head, a sense of guilt welled up inside He Zeming.

“Why the look? You saved me; I haven’t even thanked you yet.” Shu Luo patted the window sill next to him: “Come on. I was bored. Let’s chat.”

More than half a month had passed since the incident, but He Zeming still felt lingering fears when he thought back on it.

“That day, seeing you collapsed on the floor, covered in blood, scared me into a cold sweat. You had been drugged with a hallucinogen. Before being hit, your emotions must have been very unstable. Your face was full of tear stains, and your body temperature was extremely high. My uncle wouldn’t let me take you away. I had no choice but to take emergency measures to cool you down physically and inject you with tranquilizers.”

Sensing He Zeming’s deep self-reproach, Shu Luo was confused about his uncle’s involvement but chose to comfort him anyway.

“I’m fine now, so you don’t need to worry so much. Thank you very much. We really hit it off, didn’t we?”

“I broke up with my girlfriend.”

“?” Why did the topic change so quickly?

He Zeming looked at him and said: “I don’t think I like Xu Xiaowei anymore.”

“?” What’s going on?

“Actually, I kind of like you.”

“?! Oh my god! What happened?”

Seeing Shu Luo’s surprised expression, He Zeming scratched his head awkwardly: “Um, actually, I’m not gay. I just think you’re very special.”

“Special yet he hit me? What kind of logic is that?”

“Um…”

“Don’t reject me yet! I-I-I took a long time to prepare to tell you this. I’m not even mentally prepared to accept it myself, so you don’t need to rush to give me an answer.”

Shu Luo’s hand, which he had just raised, slowly lowered again. He couldn’t be tempted away from his partner.

“Um, He Zeming, about me…”

“He has a lover. I am his lover.”

The cold, calm voice sounded at the doorway.

Both Shu Luo and He Zeming looked at the newcomer.

He Zeming looked at Jiang Mu. This was the person who took Shu Luo away last time. Lover?! Could it be that…

Seeing He Zeming’s widened pupils, Shu Luo’s previously lowered hand slowly raised again and patted his shoulder: “Mhm. I was just about to tell you, but you didn’t give me a chance.”

How embarrassing…

He Zeming just wanted to cover his face and leave. The reason for being rejected by a boy he liked for the first time was that the boy already had a lover. He was heartbroken again. But he really liked Shu Luo, and he still felt a little unhappy inside.

“Thank you very much for the address you provided last time. If there is ever anything you need help with in the future, you can contact me anytime.” Jiang Mu placed his business card in He Zeming’s hand, seeming completely unfazed by the confession just now.

Thus, He Zeming walked out of the ward, crestfallen.

Sigh.

“Wow, how generous, how generous, oh dear!” Shu Luo vigorously clapped his hands, which caused a sharp pain in his head.

“Be obedient.” Jiang Mu’s expression immediately softened, as if the person from just now wasn’t him.

Shu Luo clicked his tongue a few times: “Brother, your face-changing skills are absolutely masterful.”

“I learned it for you.”

“…” Always finding an excuse.

Jiang Mu took the lunch out of the thermos and placed it on the table in front of him.

It was just a light meal, but there was no helping it. He was restricted to a bland diet (π_π).

“Brother, look how thin I’ve gotten. Can you bring me a chicken drumstick tonight?” He even used his “starry eyes.”

Begging? Hmm, that was quite effective.

Jiang Mu rubbed his head: “Not yet. Wait a few more days.”

The starry eyes were withdrawn.

Jiang Mu looked at him and muttered inwardly: That face-changing isn’t bad either.

“My mom and grandma didn’t notice anything, did they?”

If they found out, that would be terrible—kidnapped, almost raped, and nearly killed. Sigh, he just hoped this would pass quickly.

“No. I didn’t even tell my mom. I told my father, but he’s someone who can keep a secret.”

Thinking of Carlo, Shu Luo asked curiously: “Isn’t Uncle Carlo a Count? Shouldn’t a Count be very busy? How does he have time to work? That’s really special, and he’s a doctor.”

“That’s because my grandmother was a doctor, and my father grew up by her side. And there are many people in my family in politics and medicine, but not in the business world.”

“So that’s why you came?”

Helping Shu Luo pour a bowl of soup: “It’s not entirely just because of the family.” That’s because of you.

Shu Luo didn’t ask any further, quietly eating his bland meal.

“Do you still have the key I gave you?”

Shu Luo, biting a piece of green vegetable, looked up at him. A key? What key? Was there a key? The house key? The apartment key?

Jiang Mu’s expression darkened: “Did you lose it?”

Oh no, that terrifying look appeared again.

Let him think, think.

The key, he seemed to have some impression of it. Where did he put it?

“What do you need the key for?”

Jiang Mu looked at him with a half-smile: “I’ll tell you once you find it.”

Naturally, it’s the thing you dreamed of. I’ve already prepared it.

Shu Luo saw he was being mysterious and decided to just eat first.

A certain key, abandoned in a box somewhere in the room, truly wished it could shake off the dust on itself.