Chapter 68.2

Taking Advantage of Someone's Difficulties (2)

A pale fluorescent blue light poured down and landed inside the magical treatment chamber.

The upper half of the man's body was naked, his firm, well-proportioned muscular lines covered with deep and shallow scars, the latest of which was located on the left side of his chest patch in a perilous position. A slight faint blue glow shone from the wound, which had not yet healed but had at least stopped bleeding.

Mu Heng's eyelashes twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Finally awake?"

With a crooked white coat draped over his body, Zhuo Fu looked down at Mu Heng, lying in the treatment chamber.

Mu Heng frowned, his voice hoarse. "This is..."

"The Central District, of course." Zhuo Fu rolled his eyes. "Your subordinate realized they couldn't treat your wound, so they hurriedly sent you back."

"I saw the remnants of magic on your wound. You were the one who did it, weren't you?" He shook his head with a condemning look. "I say, Sir Mu, Wen Yao and the others didn't know how severe this wound was, but would you not know it yourself? The wounds created by your magical power can't be treated by standard medical treatment and with such a bad position..."

Zhuo Fu sighed. "Showing off your ability to hold on for so long under such circumstances and personally participating in the battle... Sir Mu, are you worried that you'll live too long?"

Mu Heng didn't answer, propping himself up against the edge of the healing chamber and sitting up.

Zhuo Fu's face showed a proud look of self-boasting. "But fortunately, I was here. Although I don't understand the medical treatment, I'm at the top for magical power, so you don't have to worry about having any sequelae..."

"So noisy." Mu Heng frowned, interrupting him ungratefully.

Zhuo Fu wasn't angry either as he moved closer, a gossipy look on his face.

"Hey, speaking of which, I've heard that Sir Mu got this wound because he wanted to save someone."

He hooked the corners of his mouth and lowered his voice.

"It's Shi An again."

Mu Heng: "..."

Zhuo Fu smiled a little wider. "I've said it, dragons, princesses, and knights are the standard features in a fairy tale. Once or twice could be ignored. With you dragging such a wound to save people this time, I don't believe you don't have any improper thoughts for the other person..."

"Mm."

The man's voice was low and slightly cold, with magnetic huskiness.

Zhuo Fu: "..."

... Mm?

After two or three seconds of silence, Zhuo Fu finally reacted as an afterthought that something was wrong and he slowly stared with wide eyes, hardly able to believe his ears.

He gazed blankly at the man in front of him.

"... Hold on, fuck. It can't be. Is it true?"

Mu Heng coldly swept a glance over, his eyes appearing ever darker and deeper blue and unfathomable under the cold blue light surrounding him.

However, his intimidation did not work this time.

Zhuo Fu was still in a state of extreme shock and disbelief.

Although he had a vague hunch earlier, feeling that Mu Heng's attitude toward Shi An didn't seem to be the same...

Surprisingly, it was true.

And Mu Heng himself did not deny it...?

Was he dreaming, or was it the end of the world?

Mu Heng was too lazy to care about him as he rolled over, sat up from within the healing chamber, and walked down.

Although the wound had not fully recovered yet, the work related to the Aiwen District was still waiting for him to handle, and...

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, remembering the kiss he had made before he passed out.

He pursed his lips.

A restlessness that was hard to suppress arose from the bottom of his heart.

Earlier, he had lost consciousness before he had a chance to say anything.

Where was Shi An? What would he think? Would he...

All the thoughts about the other party swirled in his mind, making it impossible for Mu Heng to calm his mind.

As Mu Heng was about to walk outside, Zhuo Fu snapped out of his dream and jumped up.

He ran over with speed rarely seen in his life and blocked Mu Heng's way. "Hold on, wait a minute! You can't do this now. I won't let you leave before your wound recovers completely!"

Mu Heng said, "Get out of the way."

Zhuo Fu stubbornly said, "Unless you step over my dead body!"

Mu Heng narrowed his eyes.

Zhuo Fu hurriedly added, "Besides, I think Shi An also wouldn't want to see you injured so badly because of him. Also, you just got your wounds treated!"

Mu Heng: "..."

Zhuo Fu mentally cursed out at Mu Heng's hesitant look for a split second.

I can't believe it's fucking useful.

Awesome.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and cautiously asked, "Speaking of which, what happened in the Aiwen District? What actually happened between Shi An and you..."

Seemingly worried that Mu Heng had misunderstood, he hastily added, "I swear that I'm not asking out of being gossipy. This matter might be related to the fate I've mentioned before. I'm only gathering materials right now!"

Mu Heng: "..."

Zhuo Fu observed the other's face and said cautiously, "Besides, something like falling in love... maybe I can help to give you some advice. Perhaps I can help you with something?"

He added, "You must've cared for him, right? You should also want everything to go smoothly, don't you?"

Mu Heng: "..."

His expression faltered a little.

Mu Heng's mind flashed back to the shocked and bewildered look on Shi An's face before he lost consciousness.

There was some truth in what Zhuo Fu said.

Not only was he the first person to propose the theory of predestined attraction, but he was also highly experienced in relationships... although not very reliable at times, perhaps he could help in such matters?

Ten minutes later.

Zhuo Fu: "... So, did you kiss him?"

Mu Heng answered, "Mn."

Zhuo Fu's face was expressionless. "And then you fainted?"

Mu Heng replied, "... Mm."

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand to cover his face.

After a long time, he rubbed his face and raised his head. "Let us start from the beginning."

Zhuo Fu raised a hand to rub his temples and said with a headache. "Although I've joked about this before, to give one's heart to the other for saving one's life, this only happens in fairy tales or other fictional literature. Do you know what this is called in the real world?"

Mu Heng: "..."

Zhuo Fu looked at him in a grievance.

"It's called taking advantage of someone's difficulties."