Chapter 261 - 117: You’re Welcome, Bro

Chapter 261: Chapter 117: You’re Welcome, Bro

"It’s okay, it’s okay, no one’s blaming you. Do you want some water, or are you uncomfortable somewhere? Should I go get a nurse?"

"Phone," Song Nanshan mumbled.

"Phone? Oh, here it is." Du Kang picked up the phone from the bedside table; a nurse named Li had given it to him. "Are you calling someone to let them know? Teacher, your parents, or the principal? Oh, right, what’s the password?"

"1212," Song Nanshan said, one word at a time, his eyes fixed on Du Kang. "You... send the first picture in my photo album to Qiumian, then tell Shutong, go..."

"What?" But the man was too weak. Du Kang subconsciously leaned his ear closer. The man’s eyelids fluttered, then closed again as he passed out once more. Du Kang froze for a second, then turned and ran out. "Nurse, my teacher passed out again—"

「A few minutes later.」

"He’s awake already? The anesthesia should last for several hours. How did he wake up?"

The nurse was also surprised.

"So is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Du Kang asked.

"A good thing, of course it’s a good thing," the nurse said, clicking her tongue in amazement. "It’s just that this isn’t very common. Normally, he should have slept until the middle of the night. To regain consciousness this early can only mean he has something weighing on his mind. A strong will to live is definitely a good thing. By the way, did your teacher tell you to do anything?"

"He did. He told me to get his phone and..."

The nurse nodded, cutting him off.

"Then you should hurry and contact his family. I’m going now. If anything happens, come get me at the nurse’s station."

"Oh, okay..." Du Kang watched her jog out of the room.

’You got it wrong this time, nurse,’ he thought. ’My teacher wasn’t trying to contact his family at all.’

A little while ago, he’d taken a moment to unlock the phone and open the photo album. The first picture was of a motorcycle—or more accurately, a picture of Shutong standing next to a motorcycle. Come to think of it, Song had been acting strangely ever since he woke up.

Sending this picture to his classmate Gu Qiuyan was also strange. ’It wasn’t even that great of a photo. He was wearing a mask and looked exhausted.’

And Song’s attitude, like he was dictating his last will and testament, was the strangest thing of all.

At this thought, Du Kang glanced at the man on the hospital bed. His breathing was steady.

’Hey, Teacher, how is *this* an urgent matter? You’re in this state, and you still haven’t forgotten to play matchmaker? And to think the nurse said you had a strong will to live. I was actually moved, thinking you had some deep, lingering obsession... but this...’

Du Kang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

But he had one good trait: if he couldn’t figure something out, he’d just do as he was told. So, he found Gu Qiuyan’s QQ, clicked on the picture, and hit send.

He also added a message:

"Hey, uh, Shutong has been running around nonstop these past two days and even has a fever..."

’No need to thank me, bro.’

...

「Moonlight spilled down.」

Gu Qiuyan stood quietly before the French doors.

The courtyard was a hive of activity.

The bodyguards were conducting one last search of the area.

In truth, there was nothing left to find. In a little while, just as had been arranged, this grand, sweeping search would finally come to a close.

The two police officers had already returned to the station. The rest of the men would be staying in the living room tonight.

Aunt Wu came over, carrying a pile of bedding. Gu Qiuyan saw her and was about to go help, but the woman just smiled dotingly.

"You don’t need to be doing this kind of work. Besides, I’m almost finished."

"But I’m the one who had Dad bring all these people back."

"No one’s blaming you. President Gu is probably secretly happy," the woman said, occasionally teasing the girl with words that didn’t quite match her age. "Thinking his darling daughter has finally remembered her old dad."

"Who else would I think of?" Gu Qiuyan huffed.

Seeing her act like this, Aunt Wu felt relieved. At least she wasn’t like last night.

"Shouldn’t you go upstairs and rest? It’s about to get noisy in a bit. Don’t you dislike being around too many people?"

Hearing this, Gu Qiuyan glanced out the French doors again.

"I just want to stay a little longer."

"Still worried?"

"A little, yeah. It’s his fault for making it sound so scary."

"Oh, I see. It’s still because of what your classmate said. He meant well, but it’s not good if it turns into a source of constant anxiety for you. Since you’re worried, why not give him a call and ask? Maybe he’s already changed his mind about his own prediction."

But Gu Qiuyan shook her head.

"If I call him, he’ll just get all nervous again."

"Why’s that?"

"You saw what he was like at the house that day."

"Oh," the woman chuckled. "I remember now. Like a little adult, looking here and there with such a serious face. What do you call it, a detective? But let’s not talk about the little detective. Mianmian, you’re really different from yesterday. Last night, you were deliberately avoiding any mention of him. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?"

"Oh, Aunt Wu." Gu Qiuyan wrinkled her nose.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop," the woman said with a laugh. "So, you’re not hesitating anymore?"

"What’s there to hesitate about?" Speaking of this, Gu Qiuyan calmed down. "You’ve been listening to Zhiruo’s nonsense. She made it sound like I’d completely lost my head over him. She exaggerates too much."

"You still need to listen to your father. Stay home for the next couple of days. Piano, building blocks, singing, movies... so many things to do. It’s much better than running around outside. Your voice must be hoarse from all the singing today."

"Of course. I’m not going to be willful."

"I’ll get back to it, then. Don’t stand for too long."

Gu Qiuyan nodded, remaining by the French doors.

It was already 9:30 PM.

There were only two and a half hours left until the early morning hours that Zhang Shutong had stressed so many times.

She didn’t know what those two and a half hours would bring.

Perhaps disaster would strike;

Or perhaps nothing would happen all night.

Gu Qiuyan simply recalled the dream he had mentioned that night.