Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Xie Baoyang struggled to help Ding Heng up and slowly moved him out of the private room to the entrance of the internet cafe, where he asked him to sit down on the steps.

"Wait here, I'll call a car!"

He took out his phone and quickly started typing, then remembered something: "Oh right, where's your phone?"

Ding Heng was in so much pain that he was barely conscious: "My phone... is still on the table!"

"I'll get it!"

Xie Baoyang rushed back to the private room like a whirlwind and picked up Ding Heng's phone.

The screen on the table was still lit, displaying Ding Heng's QQ interface.

Xie Baoyang hesitated for a moment, then quickly found the account labeled "Zhao Yanxi" in the list, opened the chat box, and typed rapidly.

[Zhao Yanxi, are you in Changsha? Ding Heng suddenly has a very upset stomach. I'm his friend Xie Baoyang, and we're on our way to the emergency room at XX Hospital.]

Click to send.

...

One o'clock in the morning.

Wenjing, lying on her side, hugged her Judy doll and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Yanxi, however, was still staring at the ceiling in the master bedroom, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

One moment it's Ding Heng speaking with ease at the Werewolf table.

One moment it's a picture of Wenjing hugging a doll and smiling radiantly.

A moment later, it was the same scene from that day when Ding Heng was smoking by the flower bed, his profile slightly tired and lonely in the smoke.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up, accompanied by a slight vibration.

Who sent the message so late?

Zhao Yanxi picked up her phone and opened it, her expression suddenly changing!

[Zhao Yanxi, are you in Changsha? Ding Heng suddenly has a very upset stomach. I'm his friend Xie Baoyang, and we're on our way to the emergency room at XX Hospital.]

Ding Heng went to the hospital?!

Zhao Yanxi's mind went blank, and she was wide awake.

She hurriedly threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet. She grabbed a thin coat and put it on, then quickly slipped on her shoes, intending to go to the next room to wake Wenjing.

But just a second before her fingertips were about to touch the door panel, Zhao Yanxi suddenly stopped.

In the darkness, she stood outside Wenjing's bedroom, motionless, still in the position of knocking.

A few seconds later, she slowly withdrew her hand.

Ding Heng is probably in the most need of care right now. What if I'm the only one by his side?

The thought flashed through her mind. Zhao Yanxi pursed her lips, turned around, gently opened the door, carefully closed it again, and then quickly walked towards the elevator.

They disappeared silently into the night.

Chapter 26: A World for Two

When Zhao Yanxi arrived at the hospital's emergency room, Ding Heng was already on an IV drip, leaning against the raised headboard with his eyes closed, a little color returning to his face.

The doctor's initial diagnosis was acute gastroenteritis, most likely caused by unclean food and irregular sleep patterns.

Xie Baoyang was standing guard by the bed when he saw Zhao Yanxi running in breathlessly, and he quickly got up.

"Sister-in-law... oh no, Zhao, you're here! The doctor said it's acute gastroenteritis, nothing serious. You can go home and rest after the IV drip, but you'll have to eat light meals for the next few days..."

Zhao Yanxi didn't have time to dwell on Xie Baoyang's form of address. She quickly walked to the bedside and carefully examined Ding Heng.

Ding Heng's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to look at Zhao Yanxi. He tried to force a smile, but he didn't have the strength.

"You're here?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Ah."

Zhao Yanxi walked to the bedside, reached out and touched the back of Ding Heng's hand with the needle in it, then took off her coat, folded it twice, and gently placed it under his palm.

Ding Heng curled his fingers, but didn't say anything.

Zhao Yanxi then turned to Xie Baoyang, her tone natural: "Xie, right? Thank you for bringing him here. It's getting late, you should go back and rest. I'll be fine here."

Xie Baoyang was taken aback by Zhao Yanxi's "hostess" attitude.

Goodness, my brother and I have been friends since we were kids, and you've only known him for a few days?

That makes me sound like an outsider...

However, seeing that Ding Heng did not object, he could not say anything and could only nod: "Okay, Ding Heng, you should get some rest."

Once Xie Baoyang had walked away, the observation area suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Yanxi sat down by the bed and asked with concern, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Much better." Ding Heng's voice still lacked energy: "Just no strength."

"Should."

Zhao Yanxi was sharp-tongued, but she reached out and pulled Ding Heng's slipping blanket up: "I told you not to stay up all night and eat whatever you want, hot pot and barbecue every meal."

Ding Heng obediently admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, Miss Zhao is right to teach me a lesson. I will definitely pay attention in the future."

He wouldn't have dared to do this before. It was really because those 3 points of physical enhancement made him a little arrogant, thinking that he was strong and healthy and immune to all poisons.

Lying here now, my stomach is still aching slightly; I guess I've learned my lesson.

This boost isn't enough to allow him to do whatever he wants; he'll have to be careful.

Seeing Ding Heng yield to her, Zhao Yanxi couldn't help but smile slightly.

Suddenly, he brought it up again: "Brother Ding Heng, I asked my uncle, and he knows a top expert in the capital who is the best in the country when it comes to genetic diseases."

If you or your family need it, I can help you ask around and see if we can schedule a consultation...

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already clear.

Upon hearing this, Ding Heng turned his head to look.

The girl's expression was full of concern.

She wasn't wearing makeup, and there were some dark circles under her eyes, probably from running too fast and being exposed to the wind.

For a moment, the boy's heart was inevitably touched.

He truly hadn't expected Zhao Yanxi to inquire about this.

"No need to trouble yourself. After my mother fell ill, my family took me to do detailed genetic testing and risk assessment. I do not have any genetic risk."

"That's good. I was just worrying unnecessarily."

Zhao Yanxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

Ding Heng suddenly spoke, his tone incredibly sincere.

The usually lively and carefree Zhao Yanxi was actually a little embarrassed by Ding Heng's sudden thanks and turned her face away.

"You... you didn't take any risk, why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for going to the trouble of asking around for me."

Ding Heng understood that for a girl who had just graduated from high school and whose social circle mainly consisted of classmates and friends, using her uncle's connections to inquire about expert information in a relatively niche field was a risky move.

This was the most practical and best way she could think of to help.

"I'm going to buy water."

Zhao Yanxi's ears felt a little hot, and she quickly got up and left, her steps hurried.

Ding Heng watched the girl's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, then looked away and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

It was four in the morning before we knew it.

The doctor removed Ding Heng's needles, prescribed the medicine, and carefully explained the precautions.

Leaving the hospital, the night breeze was cool, and the streets were deserted.

Do you need me to take you home?

Zhao Yanxi naturally took Ding Heng's arm for support, even though he had no problem walking, she still insisted on supporting him.

"Row."

Ding Heng did not refuse the offer and took out his phone to call a Didi.

When I got home and went upstairs to open the door, the living room was a bit messy. There were a few pieces of clothing on the sofa, and untidy takeout boxes and game controllers on the coffee table.

"You... live alone?"

Zhao Yanxi looked around the somewhat deserted living room.

“My dad is often away from home.”

Ding Heng took off his shoes and collapsed wearily onto the sofa.

Zhao Yanxi didn't ask any more questions and naturally walked into the kitchen. There weren't many things inside, but the basic seasonings and cooking utensils were there.

“It’s more uncomfortable for you to have an empty stomach. The doctor also said you can eat something light.”

She pulled out two packets of instant noodles and a few eggs, then turned around and asked, "This seems to be all you have at home. Will you make do with this?"

Ding Heng grunted in response.

The warm yellow light from the kitchen enveloped Zhao Yanxi, and the ends of her purple hair swayed gently with her movements.

The water boiled, and steam rose, blurring a small patch of glass. The girl's silhouette appeared exceptionally soft in the light and shadow.

Soon, a steaming bowl of egg noodles with a light broth was placed on the coffee table in front of Ding Heng.

"Be careful, it's hot."