Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: The Light at The End of The Tunnel (1/2)

Xiao Yu started dreaming again.

He dreamt that he had turned into a hamster again and was rolling around in Yan Jin’s palm.

Ever since he had returned to his human body, he would dream every night, and the content of the dreams would always be related to Yan Jin.

The daily interactions that he did in a hamster’s body could now only be sought after in his dreams.

That was why even if he knew it was just a dream, Xiao Yu didn’t want to wake up.

However, this time, the dream seemed a little different.

Previously, no matter what Xiao Yu tried to do, Yan Jin would quietly watch him without any words or smile and would definitely not lean forward to kiss him.

Instead, he would silently watch him with a cold and heartless gaze that Xiao Yu had never seen before.

It was as if he was telling Xiao Yu that the past was the past and would never come again.

Xiao Yu was used to it already.

He was used to the expressionless Yan Jin. He was used to how Yan Jin would reach out for him, yet turn to leave in the next moment. He even got used to how when he finally got to see Yan Jin, he would then stop in his tracks as he saw the chairman holding the hands of some unknown bride.

He wanted to breathe, but he dared not to.

He lowered his head and looked at himself. He looked at the ten-million-dollar debt he was burdened with, and he saw that he was just like a useless failure who was chasing after someone and some future that he did not deserve have.

It should had been that way.

However, this time, he heard that incredibly familiar voice ringing in his ears.

“Fishy, wake up.”

……

This was the fourth time Yan Jin had dialed Chu Ge’s number within the hour.

For the first three calls, Chu Ge was still willing to fulfill his duty as a doctor and repeatedly explain the possible conditions that an intoxicated person could be in. Despite repeatedly informing the chairman that “It’s really okay,” “it was not some kind of drug, the only effect it had was hypnotic,” “He will surely wake up tomorrow morning,” and “If you really insist on bringing him to the hospital, please send him elsewhere and don’t mention my name because I can’t afford to lose face over this”.

But, this was the fourth time.

There exists a thing called the “Three-strikes law”. Even as a self-proclaimed benevolent doctor (?), Chu Ge also had a temper.

It had only been ten minutes since the last call asking him, “Should I cover him with blanket or switch on the air-conditioning system?”. At this rate, Yan Jin would have given him a hundred calls by the next morning!

Chu Ge’s frustrated and helpless voice could be heard from the other end of the call. “Sir, enough is enough. I already told you that it is just a tranquilizing-hypnotic medicine. Plus, there is also the fact that he drank a lot, so there is a possibility that he would not wake up throughout the night… He is definitely fine. I guarantee this with my character, my doctor ethics, and my integrity!”

“But his body temperature suddenly increased. Could he be having a fever?”

“It’s perfectly normal for body temperature to increase after drinking alcohol. Could you use your common sense? And if he really did have a fever, then that’s not really a problem, just ask me for help and I’ll keep him alive.”

“I think he’s forty-five degree Celsius.”

“Dafuq, are you mad? Forty-five degrees Celsius? You think he is an oven? If he really was at that temperature, he will roast himself to a crisp once he reaches fifty degrees. It’s useless to send him to the hospital at this point. Just buy a grave for him or bury him at the Yan family’s graveyard since it’s all your call now…… I already told you that he’s really okay, and he’s definitely doing fine. if you really insist, then send him to Yihan (T/N: probably Chu Ge’s colleague) and we assure you that we will keep him alive… I have not settled things here. Could you please stop tormenting me? I’m hanging up.”

Yan Jin who got hung up on did not feel angry either. The worry in his mind had already surpassed all other emotions.

He set his mobile aside as he frowned and put his hand on the forehead of the person lying on his bed.

It was scalding.

If it were any other person lying on the bed, someone more distant, Yan Jin would never even bother. If they were close, even for a person like Chu Ge, the chairman would at most help by dialing for an ambulance.

But, this person was not them.

The young man before him had a very handsome face with good facial features. His skin was delicate like porcelain. It may be because he was still asleep, but he looked sort of childish with his lips smacking like a kid that had not grown up. Even in his sleep, he would unconsciously plump his cheeks, just like that hamster whenever he was unhappy and throwing a tantrum.

This person was his Fishy.

Even though his exterior had changed, Yan Jin could still tell that this person was his Fishy.

This person was who he almost narrowly missed and the only miracle in his entire life.

Interestingly, this person’s name was homophonic to Fishy.

This was Heaven’s will.

At that very moment, Yan Jin was absolutely convinced that God existed.

Because back then, he chose to name that hamster who he had no idea where he came from, Fishy, in hopes that his life would not end prematurely. And looking at the current situation, it was like the heavens had answered his prayer.

Many times Yan Jin thought that maybe if he could have been slightly more rational when he realized Fishy was gone, to have been calmer and more collected, to have done more investigation, he may have found out long ago the identity of this young man whom he had met before.

However, that hypothesis could not be proven because the pain of having a loved one brutally taken away was all it took to overwhelm all other emotions.

It was all his fault.

“I’m sorry. I made you suffer too much.”

Yan Jin reached out to caress Xiao Yu’s cheek.

But, in that instant, he withdrew his hand and placed it on the young man’s forehead.

It had gotten even hotter.

It was hotter than what it should be for a fever.

More exaggeratedly speaking, Yan Jin felt like his hand got scalded.

He removed his hand and looked at his palm. It had turned slightly red.

At the same time, the man who was sleeping peacefully was now starting to stir in his sleep. His cheeks were blushing as he gasped lightly for air. It was as if he was tormented by the high temperature.

This isn’t right. This is not what intoxication looks like.

Yan Jin instantly made a decision. However, he had no idea what he should do to make Xiao Yu more comfortable.

It had been a long time since he felt so anxious. It was as if he was repaying his debt for being too cold and cruel.

This was probably the second time Yan Jin ever felt so lost and panicky.