Chapter 3- Little Doctor in Clinic

Wu Qi Qiong woke up to find himself lying in a small clinic. Next to him stood a young doctor disinfecting a pair of tweezers and scissors.

Hearing movement on the bed, the doctor turned and smiled gently, showing two rows of neat, white teeth.

"Awake?"

Wu Qi Qiong blinked at the doctor. He was surprised—he was a very handsome man.

"Who brought me here?" he asked.

As Jiang Xiao Shuai put his instruments away, he replied calmly,

"Your girlfriend asked two guys to carry you over. She also asked me to give you the cheapest medicine—said it must be something you could reimburse."

Wu Qi Qiong let out a helpless laugh. "She knows me too well."

Jiang Xiao Shuai’s handsome face barely moved, but a subtle smile tugged at his lips. He handed Wu Qi Qiong a glass of water.

"Take your medicine first."

After swallowing the pills, Wu Qi Qiong asked quickly, "Where’s my girlfriend?"

"She left a long time ago," Jiang said. "Stayed for three or four hours after I cleaned up your wound, then left. Hey—what did you do to your head, anyway?"

"Brick smash," Wu Qi Qiong said proudly.

"You got into a fight?"

"No, my girlfriend wanted to break up with me. I wanted to give her a dramatic love gesture."

Jiang Xiao Shuai stared. This was the first time he had heard of someone showing love by smashing bricks onto their own head.

"Was it worth it?" he asked dryly.

Wu Qi Qiong didn’t answer. He picked up his phone and called Yue-Yue.

"Do you still want to break up with me?" he asked quietly.

There was a long silence on the other end. Then:

"Get better first. We’ll talk about it then."

Wu Qi Qiong put down the phone, grinned, and waved it in front of Jiang Xiao Shuai.

"She said don’t break up first. Worth it, right? It must be worth it!"

Jiang Xiao Shuai hid the contempt in his eyes and kept a polite smile.

"Doctor, how long until I recover?" Wu Qi Qiong asked.

"At least two months."

"Two months?" Wu Qi Qiong winced. "How much will that cost..."

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As night fell, only Wu Qi Qiong and Jiang Xiao Shuai remained in the clinic. Wu Qi Qiong sat playing Zuma on his phone with one hand, tapping dots with the other. Jiang Xiao Shuai stood beside him, watching the colored balls roll endlessly, while Wu Qi Qiong failed again and again.

"I say..." Jiang coughed lightly. "Head injury aside—why are you playing games like this?"

"It’s boring to lie here all day. I just can’t beat this game," Wu Qi Qiong replied.

Jiang Xiao Shuai smirked. "You’re always getting beat like this—how do you expect to win?"

"I’m not fooling around. I’m playing by the rules!"

Jiang watched for a while and suddenly realized something.

"Wait... are you color blind?"

"No, I can see colors."

Still suspicious, Jiang asked him to pause the game and pointed at a red ball.

"What color is this?"

"Yellow," Wu Qi Qiong answered seriously.

He pointed to a green one.

"This one?"

"Also yellow."

Finally, he pointed to a purple one.

"This?"

"Blue."

Jiang Xiao Shuai patted him on the shoulder.

"Dude, you're color blind. Save your brain—you’ll never beat this game."

But Wu Qi Qiong just held up his phone and smiled.

"It’s okay. I’m training my eyes."

Jiang laughed, finding him unexpectedly amusing.

"So... why did she really break up with you?"

Wu Qi Qiong’s smile faded. "I’m fat."

He tossed his wallet to Jiang, who opened it and saw a photo from Wu Qi Qiong’s freshman year. Back then, he was nearly 50 kilograms lighter.

Jiang Xiao Shuai looked at the photo, then back at the man in front of him.

"You’re not hopeless. You looked great—big eyes, sharp face. Now you’ve still got the eyes, but..."

He sighed. "Bro, you need to lose weight. Look at that photo—you were a stock with potential. Now? No wonder she snapped. No one could take that big of a drop."

Wu Qi Qiong turned his eyes toward him. "Really?"

"Would I lie to you?" Jiang said as he pulled out the IV needle.

"Besides, you’re injured—you’ll need to avoid certain foods anyway. Might as well take advantage of it and lose weight."

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Two months later, Wu Qi Qiong’s head wound had healed cleanly without a scar. He had followed Jiang’s advice, stuck to a vegetarian diet, and lost over 20 kilograms. He looked noticeably better and moved with lightness he hadn’t felt in years.

He bought two packs of cigarettes and returned to the clinic.

"I’ve come to change my medicine for the last time. Kinda don’t want to leave."

Jiang Xiao Shuai laughed.

"Don’t say that. If you really miss me, just smash your head again and we can meet every day."

They both burst out laughing.

Wu Qi Qiong waved goodbye and walked off, striding confidently toward the distance.

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