CHAPTER 128: CHAPTER 128 RONG SHIZHI IS CRITICALLY ILL

Han Hu watched Fu Bing with envy. "I’m really envious of one particular ability you have."

"What?"

"You never reject any goodwill that comes your way, and those people genuinely love you."

Fu Bing took a sip of plain water, enviously watching Han Hu and Zhang Man drinking alcohol.

She didn’t usually drink alcohol either, but being ordered not to, she felt a little rebellious.

However, she managed to control herself.

"Perhaps it’s because I have strong empathy. I hope that when I face insurmountable difficulties, someone will be there to help me through them. Because I have that need myself, I know I must be willing to give first. And because of that, more and more people have gathered around me. They’re grateful for the warmth or important opportunities I once gave them, and they’re willing to be there for me when I need them."

Zhang Man, her eyes half-drunk and hazy, said, "It’s not just that. You just have this knack for making people inexplicably like you. I suspect you cast spells."

"The one casting spells is your Boss Ren, not me."

"Don’t mention him; it’s so frustrating! I’m supposed to be a true catch—beautiful, rich, and sought-after—with plenty of suitors. How did I end up in a situation where, after years of chasing him, I still can’t get him?"

Fu Bing said, "If this target isn’t working out, find another."

"You’re the last person who should be saying that. Shut up."

Fu Bing propped her chin on her hand. "So, people with love brains don’t deserve human rights, is that it?"

Han Hu and Zhang Man exchanged a look, both speechless.

"You? A love brain? Do you even understand what a love brain is?"

Fu Bing pouted. "What? Can’t I even have a love brain?"

"Your ’symptoms’ have nothing to do with having a love brain," they said in unison.

Fu Bing couldn’t out-argue them and silently conceded.

Han Hu hadn’t drunk alcohol since faking her death, as she didn’t want Fu Bing to worry.

Every time she jolted from a nightmare at midnight, the dream dragging her back to when Li Hua forced her into the ring, she’d wake in a cold sweat, too terrified to sleep again.

Fu Bing had given her a villa, sufficient money, and a behind-the-scenes role in Cheng Shuangqing’s team.

Fu Bing had not only saved her life but had also helped her build a new, complete life and future, without imposing any restrictions on her.

She had hired a private detective to investigate Li Hua’s whereabouts but had found no trace of him.

After his divorce from Su He, Li Hua seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.

She had no one she could confide these things to.

Tonight, able to drink openly, she felt completely unrestrained.

Fu Bing drank until eleven, then sensibly decided to head back.

Han Hu and Zhang Man, both thoroughly drunk, were already spouting nonsense.

Just as she stepped out, she saw a tall figure standing at the edge of the yard.

He stood there silently. It reminded her of when she left the Golden Cauldron Award ceremony, and Wu Shi had waited for her from afar, across the vast parking lot.

Back then, she had been isolated and vulnerable, with only Xiaomei, Aunt Ning, He Bo, and Wu Shi by her side. Perhaps that was why she had come to trust Wu Shi so quickly—he had appeared during her most helpless time.

Fu Bing walked towards Wu Shi.

Wu Shi watched her approach steadily, a smile flickering in his eyes.

"Your injuries have healed?"

"Yes. Where have you been all this time?"

"I’ve been to many places and handled some matters. I won’t have to leave so often in the future."

"Really?"

"Yes," Wu Shi replied with certainty.

Fu Bing walked up to him. Her dark, bright eyes stared straight at his mask as she whispered, "Wu Shi, can I see your face?"

"Aren’t you afraid?"

"I’m more afraid that beneath your mask is a face I recognize."

A hint of amusement twinkled in Wu Shi’s eyes. "Still haunted by that genius team leader, are you?"

"Yes."

Wu Shi removed his mask without hesitation.

Beneath it lay a face crisscrossed with scars—from blades, burns, and whips. There was barely an inch of smooth skin.

To see such a face in the dead of night would easily give one nightmares.

Fu Bing was initially startled, but as the surprise faded, a pang of heartache replaced it.

She didn’t look away. "In the future," she said softly, "if you don’t want to wear the mask when it’s just me around, you don’t have to."

Asking how he got injured or if it hurt would be too superficial. The words ’died unjustly’ seemed to explain everything.

The smile in Wu Shi’s eyes deepened, and he gave a soft hum of agreement.

As soon as Fu Bing and Wu Shi stepped into the courtyard, Xiaomei rushed out.

"Miss Fu, Teacher Rong is critically ill! The Rong family wants you to return to Jiangcheng immediately."

Fu Bing’s expression changed. "Why so suddenly?"

"They said he felt dizzy after dinner. No one thought much of it and just helped him to his room to rest. But half an hour ago, he started having convulsions and vomiting. He’s been hospitalized now."

Fu Bing took the phone Xiaomei handed her and quickly dialed Han Liying’s number.

"Madam Su, hello, this is Fu Bing. I have an extremely urgent matter and need to borrow your private plane. Would that be possible?"

Ever since becoming a doctor, she had truly understood the importance of time.

Jiangcheng had excellent doctors like Dr. Li and Li Rui.

However, conventionally trained doctors often preferred conservative treatment plans and avoided taking risks.

Han Liying agreed without hesitation. "You can come over immediately. I’ll do my best to get the flight procedures cleared before you arrive."

"Thank you."

Fu Bing asked Xiaomei to grab her documents.

Wu Shi went to get the car.

During the drive, Fu Bing clutched her phone tightly, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

She still couldn’t accept farewells, much less death. But cruel reality didn’t care whether she accepted it or not; fate’s scythe was already poised. No one ever knew when that massive, sharp blade would suddenly sweep out from the darkness to claim someone she cared about.

The car sped all the way, reaching the Su family’s villa in just over ten minutes.

Su Junling was stunned.

"How many red lights did you run to get here so fast?"

Fu Bing, too rushed to answer, asked, "Can we fly now?"

"Yes."

Han Liying hurriedly took Fu Bing’s hand. "Don’t panic. Everything will be all right."

The Su family’s information network was formidable; Han Liying already knew why Fu Bing was so desperate for the plane.

Every second counted when a life was on the line. How could she not be anxious?

"Thank you."

Worried about the strain on her legs, Wu Shi simply swept her into his arms and ran towards the helipad in the backyard.

Seeing this, Su Junling also hurried over. The three had barely settled into their seats before the plane swiftly took off.

Once the plane reached the stratosphere, the atmosphere onboard grew somewhat tense.

As a man, Su Junling could sense that Wu Shi’s concern for Fu Bing went beyond the normal boundaries between a man and a woman.

Fu Bing was usually so careful about maintaining distance between men and women, yet she hadn’t resisted at all when Wu Shi carried her. After being so hurt by Qin Jinhai, was she really going to choose such a disfigured man? No, he would never allow it!

Su Junling shot Wu Shi a sidelong glance.

Wu Shi, in turn, found Su Junling intensely irritating.

He needed to get a private plane himself. Otherwise, if another emergency arose, Fu Bing would still have to appeal to the Su family. Just looking at this peacock, Su Junling, annoyed him. Su Junling had the warm home Fu Bing longed for most. No one could guarantee she wouldn’t marry Su Junling because of it. He would never allow such a thing to happen!