Two days later—
Everything goes suspiciously smooth.
Too smooth.
Meetings? Attended.
Fake free health campaign? In progress.
Wrong data? Planted like cute little landmines.
I'm almost proud of myself.
Which, yes, is always when the universe punches me.
Morning hits.
"YUNHUA—YUNHUA—YUNHUA—"
I jolt awake to Jiang having a full-blown meltdown at Mach speed.
He's hovering over me, eyes wide, antenna flailing like they're sending SOS signals to space.
"What do I do?! You are dying!!"
He looks at the bed.
Looks at me.
Looks at the very red bedsheet.
"Someone stabbed you?? Should I call ambulance?? Drama people call it to save lives!! What is ambulance number—YUNHUA—"
"UGH—SHUT UP!!"
My voice comes out weak but murderous.
"I'm. Not. Dying."
I glare at him while not moving at all because—
Ow.
Pain.
So much pain.
He freezes. "But… the blood?"
I glance down.
Yep.
The entire bedsheet looks like a low-budget horror movie.
Oh.
Ohhh.
Right.
I sigh, dead inside.
