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That morning, as I was waking up, I heard a cacophony of chatter around me. When I finally opened my eyes, I realized the room was crowded with people. Having cried myself to sleep the night before, my eyes were still crusty with sleep, making it difficult to see who was there. For a moment, I thought I was still in that dream. Without thinking, I instinctively reached for something nearby. Although I couldn't clearly see their faces, their reactions suggested they were unaware that I had woken up. After fumbling around for a while, I managed to grab a pillow.
The pillow wouldn’t do much damage; hitting someone with it wouldn’t hurt at all. But at that moment, I didn’t care about that. Even if it was just a pillow, I wanted to take a swing at whoever dared to invade my dreams again.
With a swift motion, I pulled the pillow from under my head and swung it at the nearest person. The force of my action caused blood to stain the bandages on my abdomen.
All I could think about was revenge. Adrenaline surged through me, and even as blood began to seep from my wound, I didn’t feel any pain. How dare they come into my dreams once more! Today, even if it’s just with a pillow, I would make them pay!
As I shouted those words, I continued to rain blows down on that person’s head with the pillow. “Zhao Lun! Are you trying to rebel? You’re hitting your own father and you’re not afraid of being struck by lightning?!”
Hearing that voice made me stop immediately. Old Zhao? Was that really him?
I quickly rubbed my eyes to clear away the sleepiness and found myself surrounded by familiar faces. It was quite a surprise; you have to let me explain—I thought I was dreaming!
“Zhao Lun, lie back down! You’re bleeding!” Wang Ju'en rushed over to me in panic. Upon hearing this, everyone finally turned their attention to my abdomen.
“Doctor! Call the doctor!”
After all the commotion, the doctor slammed his hand on the table and reprimanded everyone present, saying he had already told them that patients needed a quiet environment! Why were they all crowding into the room? Did they want the patient to stay in the hospital forever?
The crowd fell silent under the doctor's scolding; they couldn’t even defend themselves. They had indeed been speaking softly, but who could have predicted that Zhao Lun would wake up and start swinging at his father?
“I understand you want to visit the patient,” the doctor continued, “but you must consider that he is still recovering from gunshot wounds. If anything like this happens again, don’t blame me for not allowing you to visit until he is completely discharged.”
They had no reason to argue against the doctor; he was just doing his job and looking out for Zhao Lun.
As we left the doctor’s office, Zhao Changsheng rubbed his head and muttered about how reckless I was—thankfully it was just a pillow; if it had been a steel pipe or something heavier, he might have lost his life.
Everyone recalled how suddenly I had jumped out of bed and started attacking Zhao Changsheng with a pillow; just thinking about it made them want to laugh, but they held back their amusement, each reflecting on how difficult life could be.
When we pushed open the door to the ward again, the doctor had already changed my bandages. Embarrassed, I looked at Zhao Changsheng. “I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean it; I thought I was dreaming!”
“Damn it! Just wait until you’re better!”
It seemed impossible to explain myself.
Zhao Changsheng, embodying the traditional father figure of Xianlong Kingdom, scolded me verbally while handing me an apple he had peeled for me. “Here, eat this and get some vitamins.”
Taking it in hand, I took a bite—crunchy and sweet.
Zhao Changsheng and I exchanged knowing smiles; our father-son bond was like that—unspoken yet evident through our actions.
At that moment, others gathered around me softly asking how I felt and if there was anything uncomfortable. I answered each question in turn: physically fine with no discomfort—just feeling a bit stiff from lying down for too long.
After they finished asking their questions, it was Ouyang Zhirou, Lin Mu Xi, and Wang Ju'en's turn. Surprisingly, the three of them did not step forward; instead, they stood still in place without moving.
Seeing this, Li Hong ushered everyone else out of the room, carefully closing the curtains as she left. She decided to leave the young girl and the young man to handle things on their own, so as not to be a third wheel.
Now, only the four of us remained in the hospital room.
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