Read Novel Full Chapter 692.2
Chapter 692.2
The door to the room creaked open, and a tall figure in a white coat walked in.
Sharp features, broad shoulders, and a tall frame.
A very familiar Western face.
Bai Lixin paused, “Samael?”
The man in the white coat, with impeccably combed black hair, and an impassive expression, said, “Yes, I’m Dr. Samael.”
He walked over, observing Bai Lixin for a moment before glancing at the medical record in his hand, “Bai Lixin, male, 30,000 years old…”
The man paused, muttering under his breath, “Who wrote this? Deduct their pay.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
Clearing his throat, the man said in a deep voice, “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with your body. You just passed out from overindulgence. One shot of nutrients and a couple of days of rest will be enough.”
Bai Lixin lowered his head in embarrassment.
“You’re fine, but your friend who brought you here didn’t look so good. I suggest he be admitted for deeper treatment.”
Bai Lixin raised his neck stiffly, “Uh, also from overindulgence?”
‘No way, Dijia! If you can’t keep up, don’t push yourself. There’s no shame in admitting you’re getting old!’
The man gave Bai Lixin a strange look, “No, he looked more like he was scared. I suspect he has severe trauma-induced psychological issues. It needs serious attention.”
‘Scared…?’
‘Dijia? Scared?’
Were they talking about the same person?
Bai Lixin slowly realized, “Who brought me here?”
Samael: “A man with blond hair. He looked like he saw a ghost when he saw me.”
Bai Lixin: “Oh…”
‘So it was Emil, that explains it.’
The door creaked again, and someone cautiously stuck their head in, peeking around the room. Upon spotting Samael, his face changed, and he tried to retreat.
But Samael was quick. He immediately extended his long arm and grabbed the man like a chick, pulling him into the room.
Samael asked in a serious tone, “Why are you running?”
Emil’s face turned pale.
“Your condition is serious,” Samael’s voice carried a heavy pressure, “I’ve already arranged for you to be admitted.”
Emil struggled, “I don’t want to! I’m not sick!”
“I am a doctor. If I say you’re sick, then you’re sick,” Samael said. “Patients should listen to their doctor and not avoid seeking treatment. You seem worse than I imagined, so from today on, I will personally treat you until you’re fully recovered. Come with me, I’ll take you to the ward now.”
Samael held a medical record in one hand and grabbed Emil with the other, then turned to Bai Lixin and said, “You can process your discharge. I’ve prescribed a course of supplements for you—take them on time, and you’ll definitely be full of energy and vitality.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
‘Thank you, I guess.’
After completing his discharge, Bai Lixin went to check on the poor Emil. Emil had already changed into a brand-new hospital gown and was placed in a luxurious private room that could rival a presidential suite, looking utterly despondent.
When he saw Bai Lixin enter, Emil burst into tears, “Bai Lixin, I swear I’m not sick—he’s the one who’s sick.”
Bai Lixin: “Well, why don’t you let him be the one to stay in the hospital?”
Emil’s shoulders trembled.
Bai Lixin: “Weren’t you always looking for him?”
Emil: “I was, but it seems like he doesn’t remember anything.”
Bai Lixin: “Dijia said it before, that there was one chance. Do you remember?”
Emil nodded.
Bai Lixin: “Samael doesn’t belong to this world. Each dimension has its own laws, and they don’t allow outsiders to interfere or break the rules. So, Dijia gave Samael a choice: either stay in his own world, living out his life with his memories, or abandon all his glory, memories, and power to start over and slowly grow up as a newborn baby in this world.”
Emil stared blankly at Bai Lixin.
Bai Lixin: “Samael chose the second option without hesitation, so the current him has no memory of his past.”
Emil: “Why did he…”
Bai Lixin: “That answer might be something you need to find for yourself.”
He paused, as if recalling something. “Oh, and there’s one more thing from the past.”
“Back in the Horror Game, during the final game—the Queen’s Defense Battle—you were cut in half and died in Samael’s arms. He used up all his healing cards but still couldn’t revive you.”
“At that time, he was really… well, deeply emotional.”
The door to the hospital room swung open from the outside, and Samael, dressed in a white coat with a stethoscope, walked in. “Unrelated people, please leave. I need to give the patient a check-up.”
The look of emotion that had just crept onto Emil’s face instantly vanished. “I’m really not sick!”
Samael: “Whether you’re sick or not isn’t up to you. It’s up to the doctor.”
Emil looked at Samael pleadingly, “Doctor, I’m poor. I don’t have money. I can’t afford the treatment. Please just let me be.”
Samael’s expression was stern and serious, “Don’t worry. I’ll cover all the medical expenses for you. Just trust your body to me, and I promise I’ll get you fully recovered.”
…
Bai Lixin walked down to the lobby and, from a distance, spotted Dijia standing in the center of the hall.
Dijia was tall and very handsome, he stood out in the crowd. In his hand were several pink shopping bags which were completely inconsistent with his temperament. The large, flirtatious red lips and cute bunny designs were very eye-catching.
Bai Lixin saw this and wanted to take a detour.
He lowered his head, trying to slip out of the hall through an inconspicuous corner.
But Dijia’s sharp eyes caught him, and his long legs closed the distance in a few quick strides.
Diga: “Why are you running?”
Bai Lixin: “…”
‘Why does that line sound so familiar?’
Bai Lixin caught a glimpse of the pink bags and the clothes inside from the corner of his eyes, and quickened his pace with a red face.
Dijia followed closely behind, step for step. “I bought the clothes for you.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
Dijia: “Take a look, see if you like the styles.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
Dijia: “Since I wasn’t sure which style you preferred, I bought every style they had. When we get home, you can try them on slowly.”
Bai Lixin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his voice trembling slightly, “Are you messing with me?”
The man raised an eyebrow. “I said I wanted you to wear the bunny girl costume. I didn’t specify how many pieces. That’s not messing around.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
‘Doctor, I need to be admitted—long-term hospitalization, please!’
…
In the lavishly decorated presidential suite, a man lay quietly on the bed.
His wrists and ankles were bound with soft leather straps, each connected to a red rope that secured his limbs to the four corners of the bed.
A man in a white coat stood by, his deep eyes and golden pupils glinting as they reflected the frightened face of the blonde man on the bed.
The blonde man’s neck tensed, and his voice was trembling, “Why did you tie me up?”
Man in the white coat: “I don’t know. Subconsciously, I think you enjoy this.”
Emil’s face flushed with both embarrassment and anger, “Nonsense! Why would I enjoy being… being tied up!”
The man in the white coat remained unmoved, his deep golden eyes sweeping over Emil’s raised pants, “Oh.”
Emil’s face turned even redder.
He tried to hide the change in his body, but with his limbs bound, he was helpless.
Samael raised the stethoscope and pressed it against Emil’s neck. The cold metal made Emil shiver instantly.
A suspicious flush crept up Emil’s face, and if you looked closely, a certain spot on his blue and white silk pants seemed slightly damp.
“Your body is very sensitive,” Samael’s voice was a little hoarse. “In medical terms, this condition is called hypersensitivity. It can cause great inconvenience to your daily life and work, and it is considered a disease. This condition is often caused by psychological issues, and curing it can be difficult. Today, we’ll use the most conservative desensitization therapy.”
The cold, silver stethoscope slowly moved downward, and Emil’s voice quivered, “What desensitization therapy?”
Samael: “Repeatedly stimulating it, so that the body gets used to it, and eventually accepts it.”
Emil understood. He wanted to escape but had nowhere to run.
Samael: “A common sign of a patient avoiding treatment is wanting to flee. Tying you up is to prevent you from giving up halfway.”
The stethoscope slowly slid under Emil’s hospital gown.
Just as Emil was about to cry, he heard Samael’s low, husky voice as if it were coming from a distant place.
“When I built this private hospital, I specifically had this room on the 28th floor designed.”
“I didn’t know why I made it at the time. I always kept it sealed off, never opening it to anyone. I wasn’t even sure who this room was meant for.”
“Even though it was locked, I still filled it with tools.”
A large box was pulled out from under the bed. It was filled with a variety of objects, each more bewildering than the last.
Anyone who saw it would be in shock, and those who heard about it would be left in tears.
Samael stood tall, looking down at the blonde man on the bed like a king gazing upon his subject, “Now I know.”
“I prepared this room and these things… for you.”
“Emil.”