101: Chapter 80: Not Suitable for Children!

101: Chapter 80: Not Suitable for Children!

“Tang Fei’s condition is not serious,” the doctor spoke up.

“He just overexerted himself emotionally and physically, which led to the fainting…

Letting him rest for a while will be good.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Phoenix said in gratitude.

“What’s there to thank me for?

We’re just doing our job,” the doctor humbly replied.

“If there’s nothing else, then we’ll be going.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“No need, no need, please don’t trouble yourself…”

After Phoenix saw off the doctors, Little Fatty was sprawled over the bed, roaring,

“Bro…

Bro, wake up…”

“Bro, you can’t die…”

“Bro, how can I live without you, Bro…”

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Phoenix patted Little Fatty’s shoulder, comforting him, “Stop crying, your brother is fine.”

“You’re lying to me, my brother’s arm was chopped off…

How can he be fine?” Little Fatty was incredulous.

How could Bro be alright after such serious injuries?

He had seen with his own eyes how Bro’s arm got chopped off and his heart got pierced.

Although it was in the virtual world, he had heard that the pain felt in reality was the same.

Which meant that Tang Fei had to endure the pain of having his arm sliced off and his heart impaled…

Phoenix then pinched Tang Fei’s soft flesh around his waist and said, “How much longer do you plan on playing dead?

Do you want to scar Little Fatty for life?”

It was only then that Tang Fei opened his eyes with a smile and asked, “Did the doctor leave?”

“Yes.”

“Are there any cameras in the room?” Tang Fei asked nervously.

He had been reluctant to ‘wake up’ because he was worried there might be surveillance devices in the room.

If there was a camera or something, then wouldn’t his previous act have been for nothing?

Moreover, it would have made him appear scheming and deceitful…

He wanted to be seen as honest and straightforward like Little Fatty; such people were more easily trusted and liked.

Little Fatty merely knocked a few rocks in the Gravity Room, and a bunch of teachers were scrambling to take him as their student, eventually landed as Shang Xiulin’s closed-door disciple.

Meanwhile, he had been fighting until his head was bloody in the virtual combat room and still didn’t know if he’d secured a university entry ticket…

You see, the disparity between people was just too great.

“There aren’t,” Phoenix rolled her eyes at Tang Fei.

Was this guy really that cautious?

She added, “I checked when I came in; there are no cameras in the hospital room.

After all, you have to receive injections, change medicines, change clothes, and so on…

how could surveillance be installed…”

Only then did Tang Fei relax and said, “That’s good.”

Little Fatty, still with tears on his face, looked at Tang Fei in a stunned manner and exclaimed, “Bro, you’re really alright?”

“I’m fine,” Tang Fei patted the back of Little Fatty’s hand, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m doing well…” Little Fatty attempted to stand up to show off his ample flesh, but his knees buckled, and he sat back down in the wheelchair.

Originally the doctors disagreed with him getting up, but he struggled and roared as though he had lost a real brother, causing such a fuss that the doctors, after consulting Phoenix, arranged a wheelchair and pushed him to Tang Fei’s ward.

But his strength had been thoroughly depleted, and it wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon.

Just now, trying to stand up nearly made him fall over.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re fine,” Tang Fei didn’t want to witness the sound of a meat mountain crashing to the ground and urged, “You heard what the doctor said just now.

I’m fine, too.

You should go back and rest.”

“Bro, I want to stay with you,” Little Fatty said.

He didn’t want to leave.

What if he fell asleep and something happened to his brother?

He was supposed to send off his brother, but he didn’t want it to be now…

“I don’t want you to stay.”

“Why?” Little Fatty asked.

Tang Fei glanced at Phoenix and said, “I want to talk to Sister Phoenix about some private matters.”

“What private matters?

Can’t I listen?

We’re all family.”

“No,” Tang Fei refused, “Besides, you wouldn’t understand…

not suitable for children.”

“Oh,” Little Fatty nodded in confusion.

What private matters could his brother want to discuss that he couldn’t hear or understand?

“Don’t listen to your brother’s nonsense,” Phoenix said with a blush to Little Fatty, “There is no private matter, your brother just wants you to get some good rest.

Come on, I’ll take you to your room to rest.”

Obediently, Little Fatty agreed, “Okay then.

If anything happens to you, Bro, you have to tell me right away.”

“I promise, nothing will happen to your brother.”

After Phoenix had sent away Little Fatty, the human spotlight, she leaned back against the door, arms crossed, and looked at Tang Fei.

“Mr.

Tang Fei, what private matter do you want to discuss with me?”

“You said it yourself, didn’t you?

I just wanted Little Fatty to get some rest…

What private matter could there be?”

“…”

Phoenix’s crossed arms inexplicably rose an inch higher.

“We’re still at the Martial Arts Hall, should I press a call button and have the doctor check you again?” Phoenix’s smile was pleasant, but her words sent a chill down one’s spine, “Tell them you’re not feeling well and you’re having a strong emotional reaction, have them put you in the medpod for a check every hour.”

“Whatever you want to know, I’ll spill,” Tang Fei immediately caved.

Being sent over and over again into the machine for a full body scan was worse than death.

“You’re clearly fine, so why pretend to be unconscious?” Phoenix asked.

“What are you worried about?”