Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 709: Is There Still Hope for Him?

Under the streetlight, the drunkard’s figure appeared so frail, as if even a gust of wind could knock him down, and Qing Yi’s heart involuntarily ached for him.

Clearly, he had been reminding him to eat three meals a day, yet why was he still so thin?

Qing Yi thought to himself.

Obviously, he himself was a doctor, so why did he never care about his own health?

Snapping back to reality, Qing Yi pressed the horn once more. Seeing that the drunkard still had no intention of getting into the car, he was just about to unbuckle his seatbelt to get out and ask him what was wrong when the drunkard took a few steps forward, opened the car door, and got in.

"What just happened? You were spacing out," Qing Yi asked the drunkard as he fastened his seatbelt.

"Watching you."

"Hmm?"

"Watching you." The drunkard, having fastened his seatbelt, lifted his head and smiled at him.

Qing Yi’s heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across his lips, and he unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter out of nervousness.

"...Let’s go eat, a new place opened on Nilla Avenue..." Qing Yi started the engine, ready to set off.

"I want to eat the noodles you make." The drunkard tilted his head, looking at Qing Yi’s profile. Somehow, as he said those words, there was a sense of bittersweetness.

"Nothing else? You had noodles for breakfast too, they aren’t very nutritious, and you’ll easily get hungry at midnight. Let’s eat something good, and have noodles again tomorrow morning."

He was too thin and needed to eat something nutritious to replenish.

"...I still want to eat noodles." The drunkard’s throat tightened, almost choking on his words.

His entire chest felt as if it were being tightly twisted by a large hand, or as if it had taken two severe blows, causing a widespread ache. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He quickly turned his head back to face forward, not allowing Qing Yi to notice his reddened eyes.

"Then let’s go to the store to pack some dishes and go home to make noodles."

"Okay."

The drunkard closed his eyes, calmed his emotions, and after a while, finally didn’t feel as uncomfortable.

He opened his eyes and couldn’t help but turn his head, staring at Qing Yi driving, lost in thought.

Feeling the drunkard’s gaze constantly on his face, Qing Yi had to slow down the car a bit out of inner nervousness.

"...What’s wrong? Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you’re good-looking."

Because I want to look.

"..."

On the side where the drunkard couldn’t see, Qing Yi wore a bashful and shy smile like a young boy.

Initially, being watched so intently made him a bit uneasy, but after a few minutes, he didn’t mind it much anymore.

After buying some nutritious dishes from the hotel and coming out, Qing Yi remembered there was a roast chicken shop nearby and asked the drunkard if he wanted to eat some.

The drunkard shook his head, saying he didn’t want any.

He wouldn’t eat it anymore; he just wanted noodles.

"Then let’s go back."

"Hmm."

Qing Yi took the drunkard back to Wu Garden and put down the things in his hands.

"You eat first, don’t drink, I’ll go cook the noodles."

Qing Yi reminded him before exiting the room and going downstairs.

The drunkard collapsed on the sofa, full of exhaustion.

Leaning back on the sofa, he stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes filled with a daze.

He didn’t know what to do or how to deal with his situation, didn’t know how to say goodbye to him when he was on the verge of death...

Whether to leave quietly or to openly explain everything before the parting of life and death, both seemed too cruel for Qing Yi.

Should he struggle once more and then believe in a miracle?

Was there still hope for his recovery?

The drunkard closed his eyes, burying the despair in his eyes.

One second, two seconds, and he, mentally exhausted, unexpectedly fell asleep, and in a deep slumber at that.