Chapter 1523
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Chapter 1523 Hospital Incident
Beijing University, classroom.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu arrived early, but the classroom was already half full. Their entrance as unfamiliar faces attracted some attention, but the other students merely glanced at them before returning to their books.
To their surprise, Cao Yuan was sitting in the second-to-last row, waving at them as if he had been there for a while.
“When did you get here?”
“I didn’t check the time… but when I came in, the classroom was still empty.”
“Jiang Er said you went for a morning run?”
“Yeah, just a casual jog.”
Lin Qiye gave Cao Yuan a suspicious look before sitting down beside him, while An Qingyu sat on the other side.
“Qiye, I have a question,” Cao Yuan hesitated before speaking up.
“What is it?”
“Generally speaking, how old would someone be when they get a doctorate?”
Hearing this strange question, Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow. “Well, it depends on the field.”
“What about… Chinese Literature?”
“Chinese Literature is typically a four-year undergraduate program… If someone starts college at nineteen, then four years for bachelor’s, three years for master’s, and doctorate… depending on how far they go, probably three to five years? So a doctoral student would be at least 26, possibly up to 30.”
Cao Yuan’s eyes gradually lit up.
“Did you meet a female doctoral student?” An Qingyu, sensing something unusual, asked with a smile. “Makes sense, given your preferences, Old Cao. You wouldn’t like someone too young… A doctoral student a few years older than you, especially if she’s curvy and perhaps divorced, would be just your type. Maybe there’s someone like that right here at Beijing University?”
Cao Yuan instinctively wanted to deny it, but after a moment of hesitation, he silently turned away without responding.
“So it’s true?” Lin Qiye’s eyes widened.
An Qingyu’s Bluetooth earpiece suddenly lit up. He sighed, removed it, and placed it in Cao Yuan’s ear.
The next moment, Jiang Er’s excited voice filled his mind:
“What’s her name?! How old is she? Which department? Is she a student or a teacher? No… just tell me her name, and I can pull up all her records for you! Even a photo would work, I can help you screen her!”
Cao Yuan silently removed the earpiece and handed it back to An Qingyu. “Ahem… I’ll try to approach her myself first. If necessary, I’ll let you all know later.”
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat peculiar.
The class Lin Qiye and the others were attending was “Introduction to Philosophy.” Less than fifteen minutes into the lecture, Cao Yuan had already fallen asleep at his desk in the second-to-last row. Lin Qiye’s eyelids were also drooping, while only An Qingyu remained attentively listening, his focused expression earning repeated glances from the professor.
Fortunately, Li Yifei hadn’t come. If he were here, his snoring would probably have been loud enough to bring down the classroom ceiling.
Out of boredom, Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the Divine Mental Hospital.
“King Louie, time for your medicine.”
“…”
Gilgamesh looked at the small boy who barely reached his waist, a vein bulging at his temple. He took two deep breaths, forcibly swallowing the “drag him out and dismember him” that had nearly escaped his lips.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Azhu asked, holding a bowl of medicinal soup and tilting his head in confusion.
“…The king does not wish to speak with you.”
“Oh, then take your medicine first.”
“Put the medicine down, the king will drink it later.”
“But it won’t taste good if it gets cold!”
“The king doesn’t want to drink it now!”
“No way, Manager Li instructed me to take care of you!”
“…”
Gilgamesh’s fists clenched involuntarily, but looking at Azhu’s innocent face, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh, let alone raise a hand against him.
In his heyday, anyone who dared speak to him like this would have been dragged away and dismembered the moment the words “King Louie” left their mouth. Who would have dared address him this way?
Undeniably, in certain situations, sincerity is the best weapon.
Gilgamesh reluctantly grabbed the medicine bowl and downed the contents in one gulp, his face dark enough to drip water. “There, are you satisfied now?”
“You have medicine residue on your lips. Here’s a tissue to wipe it off.” Azhu stood on tiptoe, offering a tissue with both hands.
Gilgamesh: …
Gilgamesh took the tissue, quickly wiped his mouth, and glared at him. “Get out!”
“Okay!”
Azhu hugged the empty bowl and bounced out of the room.
Watching Azhu’s retreating figure, Gilgamesh felt mentally exhausted. He sat down in a chair in the ward and sighed helplessly…
A few minutes later.
“Repeating old man! Time for your medicine!!” Azhu’s voice rang out loudly on the hospital ward’s rooftop.
Yelan De stood by the wire fence, looking down at the hospital grounds. Hearing the voice, he turned slightly and spoke kindly:
“You’ve done well, child.”
“I know, but it’s time for your medicine!”
“You’ve done well, child.”
“Fine, fine, just take your medicine first! It’ll get cold if you don’t drink it.”
“You’ve done well, child.”
“…”
Finding communication ineffective, Azhu’s little face crumpled. He held the medicinal soup on the rooftop for a full three minutes, but Yelan De refused to take it, just smiling and repeating the same phrase.
“Old man! You really need to take your medicine, it’s already cold!!” Azhu felt the soup growing cold in his arms and anxiously began stomping his feet. “If you don’t drink it, I’ll have to feed you!”
“You’ve done well, child.”
Seeing this, Azhu gritted his teeth, scooped up a spoonful of medicine with the soup spoon, and slowly moved it toward Yelan De’s lips…
Just as the spoon was about to touch Yelan De’s lips, a terrifying repulsive force erupted from within him!
Bang—!!
The spoon in Azhu’s hand instantly shattered, sharp fragments cutting his delicate palm. Then the medicine bowl in his arms broke apart, as if an invisible hammer had struck his chest. His small body was propelled like a cannonball against the wire fence, tearing open a gap in the top floor’s fencing!
Azhu stared blankly at the kindly smiling figure as he fell backward toward the ground.
Just before he was about to crash onto the ground, a blur rushed past and caught him firmly. Then a king’s furious aura surged skyward!
Gilgamesh, wearing a gray robe, held the injured Azhu with one hand while pointing a long sword at Yelan De’s nose with the other. His piercing eyes burned with rage.
“You… are seeking death??!”
