Quick Transmigration: The Day I Blew Up My Housemate

2.6 CEO with a Tintin (6)

"What's wrong with the pregnant patient in the VIP ward?"

The wheel of the surgical tool cart gave slight creaks as it was pushed along the third floor. Having been put on duty after the turnover, the nurse pushing had heard some of the doctors gushing about the VIP patient. She reckoned that the sickness must be either incurable or too abnormal that even their best doctors were stumped on what to do.

"Is it an incurable disease?"

The other nurse looked at her colleague and shook her head in a piteous manner. "No, nothing like that ba. She claims to be experiencing other ailments."

"Could it be pregnancy symptoms?"

"No. Delusions and paranoia."

The cart stopped in front of ward 63. "That severe?" she gasped.

"But those sound more like psychotic illnesses than a physical one."

The taller nurse shushed her quickly, gesturing for the female to stop talking. "Be careful of what you say!"

She continued in a lower volume. "That's the wife of LXT Company' president. Her husband had been staying in the hospital without going home, if he catches wind of rumours about his wife, all of us would be in trouble!"

"Okay, okay, got it. Big shot's wife, pretend I'm deaf. Understood." She pecked her head obediently.

The cart was manoeuvred inside quietly as to not disturb the resting patients. "But the patient is sure lucky to have such a loving and considerate husband despite her sickness." The woeful sigh was mixed with both sympathy and admiration.

***

Inside the VIP ward.

"Baobei oh, I made someone pregnant." Feng Mian lamented.

System 555: "I know, I heard just now. Congratulations on being a dad."

"You don't even comfort me a little."

System 555: "What's there to comfort? The one who's pregnant isn't you, it's your male friend over there.."

Feng Mian glanced at her unfortunate friend who had been passively flipping pages of random magazines for the past hour. His watery pupils moved as if they were taking in every sentence and paragraph of the article, but it actually took Hao Junli a full half an hour to realise that he was in fact holding a sports magazine.

Feng Mian threaded carefully. "Hao Junli, should we go home ba?"

Hao Junli skirted through the pages once more and stared blankly at the random page he opened which happened to have an image of a tan bodybuilder taking up an entire spread.

He opened his mouth to answer platonically. "Can't. I'm sick."

His stay-in-ward caretaker sighed sympathetically. "You're not sick, you're-"

She did not dare to finish the sentence after the venomous glare Hao Junli sent. Hao Junli was insisting that he had a mental problem instead of a physical one. "I'm dreaming, this is all a bad dream. Tomorrow I'll wake up at our house in Yannan Road and go watch the new Marvel movie."

"Ahh... this isn't-"

"Shhhhhhh. This is a quiet dream." Hao Junli closed his eyes to shut the world up and extended his index finger to indicate his unwillingness to be disturbed.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he started treatment by meditation. Illness in the mind must be treated through the mind. He muttered serenely, like an abbot estranged from worldly matters, "The world is only but a shell of what you imagine it to be. You think, therefore you are. I, Hao Junli, am a man. Undeniably, unquestionably, a man..."