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Zhong Kui's Diary
Fatty is the most bizarre person I have ever met, no exceptions.
I am lying in the hospital recovering, and this guy actually came to join the fun, wanting to get a full body check-up. Fine, a check-up is fine, but when it came time for the urine test, he handed the nurse a glass filled to the brim and made her furious: "Are you planning to toast me?"
Fatty isn't here to take care of me; he came because An Ran is also hospitalized in this hospital. The crescent-shaped scar on her arm has become increasingly red, and now it has turned a deep purple. The hospital has organized several expert consultations, but they couldn't come up with any conclusions and could only suggest hospitalization for observation.
We are able to leisurely occupy a bed in the overcrowded City People's Hospital because Lingfeng put in a good word. Because of this, Xiao Qingcheng, An Ran, and I were arranged to share a room.
I know Lingfeng's acquaintance, Gu Qingyun. He hasn't been transferred to Provincial People's Hospital; instead, he has taken the position of vice president at City People's Hospital. It seems this arrangement makes Gu Qingyun even happier, as I can now see his face blooming like a chrysanthemum.
"How are you doing, Zheng Nan? Feeling better?" Gu Qingyun asked with a beaming smile, followed by a doctor and a nurse who were both grinning at me, clearly eager to please Gu Qingyun. Originally, it was supposed to be Dr. Ye's job to check on me, but since Gu Qingyun wanted to chat, he could only accompany him.
"I'm much better!" I glanced at myself. Although I was covered in white bandages, they were just superficial wounds and not serious. In contrast, Xiao Qingcheng had been kicked by Li Dexin, injuring his internal organs and his condition was much more severe than mine.
"Good to hear! We should grab a drink sometime!" I was somewhat surprised by Gu Qingyun's words; come on, this is your workplace, and you're being so reckless in front of your brother?
Gu Qingyun flipped through Xiao Qingcheng's medical records and gave some advice—mostly about taking care of himself and avoiding alcohol and excitement—then moved over to An Ran's bed. His brow furrowed slightly as he cleared his throat: "An Ran, your condition still needs continued observation..."
Fatty muttered discontentedly from the side: "It's been observed for quite a while now; the color of the scar is getting darker!" However, he didn't dare say it too loudly; you can't offend doctors, especially while you're still hospitalized.
After Gu Qingyun left, An Ran lay quietly on her bed, staring blankly at the Flower Board. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Even after Fatty told a few jokes, she didn't respond.
Just as I was about to say something comforting to her, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
"Is this Zhong Zhengnan?" The voice on the other end was also unfamiliar; I couldn't tell who it was, but the tone was aggressive as if I owed him five hundred bucks.
"Yes! Who are you?" I replied calmly.
"There's a delivery!" The voice was extremely impatient.
Hey, with that attitude, how can you work in delivery? You'll get beaten up sooner or later. Besides, I never shop online, so what delivery would I have? Without a second thought, I hung up the phone.
The phone rang again. I didn't want to answer it at first, but then I reconsidered and pressed the speakerphone button.
"Are you looking for death? You actually hung up on me!" A loud shout came from the other end.
"Yeah, come kill me. I'm in room 511 on the 5th floor of City People's Hospital." I casually reported my room number and hung up the phone again.
Fatty and the others looked at me in shock. I explained the situation, and Fatty immediately exploded: "Is there any law left? Is there any justice? Don't hold me back later; let's see if I can beat him up!"
I laughed and said, "We're all lying in hospital beds; even if we wanted to pull you back, we wouldn't have the strength. Do whatever you want later, just don't cause any fatalities."
I had no good feelings towards this delivery young man. No matter what you do, you shouldn't bring personal emotions into your work. This isn't my opinion; it's Guo'er’s. I'm just an unemployed drifter with no job to speak of. But Guo'er is definitely right; coming from a prestigious family gives one a different perspective.
About twenty minutes later, there was a commotion outside the ward, and then the door was kicked open. Four men holding iron rods rushed in, and the leader, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked familiar. Upon seeing us, he froze and exclaimed in surprise: "Ghost Brother? Fat Brother?"
Fatty was about to step forward when he recognized the man and pointed: "You... aren't you that guy?"
"Are you called Amin or Aguang?" I tapped my head; this guy was one of the two big men who waited for us at Eight Horses Badminton Hall, but I couldn't remember his name.
"Hehe, I'm Aguang! What are you doing here? Ghost Brother, is your full name Zhong Zhengnan?" The brawny man was about to scratch his head but realized he was holding an iron pipe. He quickly switched it to his other hand and scratched his head while chuckling.
"Brother Guang?" A young man in a delivery uniform behind him asked in confusion: "What's going on? Are we going to kill him?"
"Kill you instead!" Aguang turned around and angrily scolded him: "This is Ghost Brother! Get out of here now!"
I watched as the other three walked out dejectedly, feeling both amused and sympathetic. Aguang's reprimand towards that young man was more of a protective measure than anything else. This way, the young man wouldn't have to face my anger directly, and with Aguang as a buffer, it would be easier to negotiate what happened next.
"Forget it, it's not a big deal," I said with a smile. "If you had come a little earlier, you could have met Tang the Elder!"
Aguang's face broke out in a cold sweat. To him, Tang the Elder was the pinnacle of existence, someone he could only look up to. If Tang the Elder found out that he brought people to beat me up, he would be in serious trouble.
I wasn't lying to him; Tang the Elder and the others had just returned from Beijing. They had already settled everything with the Ling Family and came to see me as soon as they heard I was injured. The bank card he gave me was still by my pillow. Seeing Aguang like this, I laughed heartily, "Don't worry, I won't tell Tang Zian about this. It's really nothing!"
Aguang thanked me profusely as he left. After a while, he came back with a cardboard box and said, "Ghost Brother, this is your delivery. Please sign for it... Haha, no need to sign, I'll just leave it here!"
He placed the box on my bedside table, took two steps back, and turned to leave.
Fatty picked up the box and weighed it in his hands. "It's really light. Ghost Brother, what did you buy?"
I honestly couldn't remember buying anything, so I gestured for Fatty to open the box.
Fatty quickly tore open the cardboard box, confirming once again that his strength was considerable.
Inside the box were many crumpled pieces of newspaper, and in the center was another smaller box. When I opened it, I found a key lying quietly inside along with a piece of paper.
Fatty picked up the paper and read aloud: "h~a~~d~u~~h~u~z~i~~"
I asked curiously, "What are you reading?"
Fatty turned the paper over and said, "This is what it says." He handed me the note while examining the key closely.
I took the note; it was just a plain piece of printer paper that seemed to have been torn off randomly with a few English letters written on it: haduhuzi. I frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what it meant. I handed it to Xiao Qingcheng beside me and then asked Fatty for the key.
The key was an ordinary type; anyone could easily find one like it on someone else's keychain—nothing special about it.
Who sent me a key? And why include a note with a string of strange letters? Who is playing this joke on me?
As we were puzzled, Xiao Qingcheng suddenly frowned and said, "This string of letters seems familiar to me."
Fatty and I quickly asked each other. Xiao Qingcheng took out her phone and swiped on the screen for a while, then said, "Sure enough, this English string is the WeChat ID of the unscrupulous author Cao Dama Zi."
What was going on?
Fatty and I entered WeChat on our phones and requested to add him as a friend. Instantly, we were accepted. When we entered his WeChat space, aside from some funny pictures and jokes, there wasn't much else.
"What does this mean?" The three of us were puzzled and ultimately agreed that this was some joke played on us by a friend of Cao Dama Zi. Since it was a joke, I didn't pay much attention to it and casually tossed my keys onto the pillow.
This was the only unexpected thing during my time in the hospital. Other than that, it was just various visits. Guo'er accompanied me every day without fail, and even my parents came to see me once, especially my mother. Upon seeing Yang Guo'er, she immediately asked Fatty what this beautiful girl did for a living. After Fatty explained everything in detail, she couldn't stop smiling and became somewhat incoherent.
As for my father, he remained relatively composed but winked at me when Yang Guo'er wasn't around: "Kid, you have good taste; she's stunning with those single eyelids..."
Another boring day passed. I had just sent the noisy Kong Xuan away in the morning when my parents came to visit me again in the afternoon. Hey, are you here to see me or what? Why do you keep handing the peeled apples to Yang Guo'er? I'm the patient here! Do you believe I could leave the hospital right now?
Finally, my parents left, taking away a bunch of things from my bedside cabinet—fruits and supplements given to me by others that I couldn't finish. I also secretly stuffed a few bank cards into my father's pocket; this money should be enough for your spending.
The ward suddenly fell silent. I smiled at Yang Guo'er and asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
Guo'er just blushed and lowered her head without saying anything. Instead, Fatty chimed in with a strange laugh: "We're practically family now; what’s there to feel uncomfortable about?"
At this point, my heart skipped a beat at Fatty's words. This matter had previously come up with Guo'er; her Yang family is quite prominent while I come from an ordinary family—would her parents agree? We're not from the same social class...
Noticing my change in expression, Guo'er understood what I was thinking. She reached out her soft hand to hold mine and quietly asked, "When will you come to my house to meet my parents?"
I was about to respond when An Ran suddenly stood up and walked to my bedside with a smile: "Excuse me for interrupting you two, Zheng Nan, can you come out with me for a moment?"
"Eh?" I asked in surprise: "An Ran, what do you need me for? Is there something that can't be said here? There are no outsiders!"
Fatty suddenly laughed loudly, "Right, there's something here, I'm not an outsider."
An Ran lightly snorted, raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and said, "There's something important."
I was surprised and said, "Oh, An Ran, the scar on your hand is gone!"
An Ran looked down and smiled awkwardly, "It's strange how it came and went. Let's not worry about that for now. Zheng Nan, come out with me for a moment!"
Reluctantly, I got up. As I got off the bed, I stumbled a bit; my legs were still not very agile. Guo'er quickly supported me and smiled at An Ran, "I'm helping Zheng Nan. You don't mind, right?"
"Yeah, no problem!"
An Ran led us to the top floor. Due to my leg injury and the heat, I was sweating profusely after just a short walk. Was An Ran sick? It was so hot, yet she brought us up to the rooftop to bask in the sun.
"What’s going on, An Ran?" I gestured for Guo'er to let go of me. Guo'er stood beside me, looking quite worried.
An Ran stood in front of us with her back turned for about three or four seconds before suddenly letting out a cold laugh and turning around. Guo'er and I could hardly believe our eyes as we saw An Ran's eyes blood red, a cold smile on her lips. She leaped into the air and shot one hand towards my chest like lightning.
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