The Most Majestic You Chapter 16 Part2

The Most Majestic You

Chapter 16 Part 2

Qianxi despondently went back to her room. She walked in through the open door without noticing it. When she saw the messy bed in the room, she realized that this was the room she slept in last night. It was Xu Jimo’s room now. Hers was on another floor and the new card key was still inside her pocket.

She hadn’t noticed that she had walked into this room out of habit……

The instant when she realized the mistake, a voice came from the bathroom, “Who is it?”

His voice carried heavy nasal sound and was unusually coa.r.s.e. He pushed open the bathroom door with one hand and saw Qianxi standing next to the bed.

“I…...came to the wrong room.” Qianxi noticed his slightly reddish eyes from throwing up and the strong alcohol smell in the room. “You drank too much?”

“No.” he turned on the faucet to rinse and wiped his face before coming out. “I have a weak stomach.”

His lips were without color. He leaned against the wall with a pale face and pointed at her eyes. “Cried again?”

“No…...I didn’t. Ge……” Qianxi hastily covered her mouth before another hiccup came up.

“Why did you cry?”

“I told you I didn’t…...Ge.” The sentence was interrupted by another hiccup.

She felt like Pinnochio.

She, with a flushed face, was so embarra.s.sed that she wanted to slip away, but Xu Jimo cuffed her wrist. “Don’t lie.”

His sick stomach made him bend over slightly and the strength in his hands was weaker than before.

Qianxi still carried the professional mindset to ‘not walk away from any sick person.’ She stopped to look at him, “You don’t look good…...Do you want to see a doctor?”

“I’ll be fine after I take my pill.” He released her wrist quickly, following his promise not to touch her randomly. With a hoa.r.s.e voice, he spoke, “I’m asking you a question, don’t change the topic to be about me.”

“Obviously, you have a much more serious issue here.” Qianxi said matter-of-factly, “Medical issues are certainly more important. What kind of serious aftereffect can a bad mood have? I’m not going to jump off the building. But if you don’t treat your stomach problem, who knows, you may get something like stomach perforation or stomach bleeding.”

She eloquently finished then lowered her voice a notch, “I’m not trying to jinx you…...I’m just…...concerned.”

He laughed, “Then, doctor, do you want to get my pill for me?”

Qianxi, an ex-medical professional, couldn’t argue with that. “Alright, where is it?”

He directed her towards the medicine. Qianxi poured water for him and started to complain about the temperature of the water. “Don’t you have anything to boil the water? You don’t know how long the water has been here.”

“It’s alright.” He took the water and swallowed the pill.

Qianxi wasn’t able to stop him in time and muttered, “No wonder you have problems with your stomach. You drank too much at the party and don’t know how to take care yourself alone.”

“Am I one of those trouble making patients?”

“Not really. I have seen someone who had drank pesticide and was still able to cause a huge fuss with his last breath. Or someone insisted on pus.h.i.+ng his way into the delivery room to shoot a video of the child’s birth while joking with the doctor and the delivering woman……”

Qianxi earnestly recounted multiple instances, not noticing that Xu Jimo was holding back laughter so hard that his stomach was cramping.

She stopped and ordered him to lie under the blanket, “Well, don’t stay up late tonight. You need a good night of rest. If it keeps hurting, then you have to go to the hospital.”

He looked at his wrist.w.a.tch while moving into the blanket, “There’s a skirmish at ten.”

“Are you asking to die?” Qianxi angrily took off his watch. “Not listening to your doctor, you just became a hundred times more annoying!”

“It’s ok, it’s not hurting anymore.”

She spoke in irritation, “I really want to punch you in the stomach!”

Xu Jimo laughed, “By staying here, you have the same effect as a punch.” She could always make him laugh and that really hurt right now. “Speaking of which, what did you do in the hospital before? A hospice doctor?”

“How could that be possible!”

“You’re good at it.” His throat was dry and spoke much slower than usual, “People will die happily with you by their death bed.”

Qianxi couldn’t stop herself from punching him in the stomach, “Has the infection in your stomach burned into your brain? Did you forget how to talk?”

“Haven’t you notice that I envy those people?” His reddish eyes gazed at her with the utmost sincerity, “They are lucky to have you around at the end of their lives.”

Qianxi bit her lips, becoming silent.

“You are…...cheering me up.” She puffed up her cheeks, then blew out a long breath. “I already told you I’m ok. I don’t feel sad anymore.”

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com