Chapter 63 The Heartless Scoundrel Leaves the Hospital

During his days in the hospital, Chen Yi experienced perhaps the most carefree and indulgent time of his life. Meals were brought to him, clothes were prepared, and Han Wenxue, diligent as a maidservant in a warm chamber, massaged his legs and shoulders daily. Of course, these tasks were originally the nurses' responsibility, meant to keep his muscles active and prevent atrophy.

However, Luo Yan and Han Wenxue couldn't bear the flirtatious glances and subtle exchanges between Chen Yi and the young nurses. After some deliberation, they decided not to burden the nurses further, allowing them to focus on saving lives. Thus, this seemingly trivial yet labor-intensive task fell to the two women instead.

The nurse's "resentful" gaze left Chen Yi feeling a pang of guilt.

He was naturally soft-hearted, especially when it came to beautiful women. Seeing the slender-legged, full-chested, sweet-voiced nurse feeling wronged, he couldn't stand it and lodged a stern protest: "This is outright tyranny, a blatant act of authoritarianism that disregards the feelings of those involved! You've arbitrarily deprived me of the right to receive professional care from trained personnel!"

Seeing Chen Yi's impassioned words and indignant expression, Luo Yan rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner. Finally, in the name of democracy, she proposed a vote. Unsurprisingly, both women raised their hands in agreement. The decision passed with an overwhelming 60.7% approval rate, and Chen Yi's protest was mercilessly suppressed.

Left with no choice, Chen Yi, who still relied on their care for his basic needs, had to swallow his pride and accept his fate, embodying the saying, "A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall."

At first, Han Wenxue and Luo Yan took turns massaging him. But after just a few sessions, Luo Yan complained that Chen Yi's muscles were too stiff, making her hands ache. Without hesitation, she shamelessly delegated the task entirely to her "second wife," Han Wenxue.

Apart from this matter and the occasional awkwardness of using the bathroom, Chen Yi was quite content with his stay. Every morning at six, he would wake up, be attended to by Han Wenxue and Luo Yan for his bath and change of clothes, and then settle in to watch the morning news. This was followed by the highlight of his day: the "Charlatan's Lecture Series."

During these lectures, a few young nurses would often sneak into his room to "audit" the sessions. Their wide, sparkling eyes seemed to brim with admiration, sending an electrifying thrill down Chen Yi's spine. Spurred on by their attention, he spoke with even greater eloquence, his words flowing like a lotus blooming in water. Luo Yan and Han Wenxue, on the other hand, could only grit their teeth in frustration. If they didn't enjoy the lectures themselves, they might have sewn his mouth shut with a needle.

Unlike Han Wenxue, who could stay by his side all day, Luo Yan had her duties as a police officer. Her work was demanding, often keeping her busy until late at night. Yet, no matter how late it was, she always made time to visit Chen Yi. This unwavering dedication left him both touched and heartbroken.

Over the course of his hospitalization, many visitors came to see him—children from the orphanage, Fatty Wu, Old Master Han, and even a frugal government delegation that brought only certificates of commendation without any gifts.

When little Nan Nan underwent surgery, Chen Yi hadn't been able to visit her. Yet now that he was hospitalized, she came to see him instead. The mischievous girl, influenced by palace dramas, held the hands of the two women and asked incessantly, "Who's the first wife, and who's the second wife?" She even declared her intention to claim the position of the third wife, leaving Luo Yan and Han Wenxue blushing and at a loss for words. They could only vent their embarrassment by pinching Chen Yi's waist mercilessly.

Uncle Li and Aunt Liu also visited, their gazes filled with a peculiar mix of curiosity and disbelief. They couldn't help but marvel at Chen Yi's luck—first charming a stunning policewoman, then attracting an equally beautiful overseas Chinese woman. What a stroke of fortune! If only he could marry both, his blessings would truly defy the heavens.

Before leaving, Uncle Li hesitated, as if he had something to say but ultimately chose to remain silent. No matter how much Chen Yi pressed him for answers, he simply urged him to focus on his recovery.

Fatty Wu also paid a visit, arriving with an extravagant array of supplements, fruits, six dishes from a restaurant, and a bottle of Feitian Maotai. The two men had planned to drink and chat, but their plans were thwarted by the ever-watchful young nurses and the meddling Luo Yan and Han Wenxue. Left with no choice, they had to settle for eating without drinking.

Yet, somehow, the bottle of Maotai mysteriously turned into plain water. Chen Yi, his face flushed and tongue thick, boasted grandly, while Fatty Wu, equally inebriated, insisted on dragging him to a massage parlor to find some "ladies."

The next morning, Chen Yi woke to the furious glares of the two women. Demonstrating the art of shameless denial, he vehemently accused Fatty Wu of switching the water for alcohol and marveled at his friend's sleight of hand, comparing it to that of a professional magician. The two women, however, had only one response: "Keep pretending!"

As for what happened after the drinking, Chen Yi adamantly refused to admit anything. When pressed, he simply mumbled about headaches and itchy rashes, claiming he couldn't talk further.

Fatty Wu visited a few more times but never brought alcohol again. On his final visit, he excitedly told Chen Yi that he had found a skilled master in the antiques trade and was preparing to enter the field. He even promised to give Chen Yi any magical artifacts he came across for free. This gesture warmed Chen Yi's heart, making him feel that saving Fatty Wu had been worth it.

Old Master Han, however, was far from pleased. The moment he saw Chen Yi, he huffed and glared, calling him an ungrateful scoundrel. Chen Yi, thoroughly scolded, had no idea what he had done wrong. Before storming off, the old man left behind a cryptic remark:

"No matter what, my granddaughter will never be anyone's mistress!"

The statement nearly scared Chen Yi out of his wits. These two women—one a gun-toting police officer, the other a martial artist with an unbeatable "Mad Tiger Fist"—how could he possibly handle both? Even if he had the desire, he lacked the courage!

Good times always fly by, and before he knew it, Chen Yi had been hospitalized for a month. His rapid recovery left the doctors astounded, reluctantly approving his discharge.

Chen Yi, however, was reluctant to leave. In the hospital, he was pampered with tea, massages, and the attention of flirtatious nurses and doctors. How could he bear to part with such luxury? Unfortunately, the cost was astronomical—far exceeding that of a hotel. In just one month, his seventy-thousand-yuan card had been drained by nearly half, leaving him heartbroken.

In the final days of his stay, Luo Yan and Han Wenxue became increasingly vigilant, finding excuses to keep others out of the room. Yet, the nurses and doctors, addicted to the "Charlatan's Lecture Series," insisted on coming in for "inspections."

The series concluded with a dramatic tale of the White Lotus Holy Mother sacrificing her love for Chen Jingnan, Emperor Shunzhi retreating to a monastery out of heartbreak, and the poignant love triangle between them. The audience wept for the Holy Mother's forced marriage, Chen Jingnan's endurance, and Emperor Shunzhi's unwavering devotion. They even shed tears for Chen Yi's heartless decision to leave the hospital.

Ah, for lonely and sentimental women, love triangles are the ultimate weapon—especially when two exceptional men abandon everything for one woman. Such melodrama is a nuclear bomb in the arsenal of storytelling!

After his discharge, Chen Yi felt a twinge of sorrow, reluctant to part with the sisters and nurses. Luo Yan and Han Wenxue, however, were overjoyed to finally rid themselves of the "harem" surrounding him.

They felt that if they hadn't taken turns guarding the room in the final days, the nurses and doctors might have devoured him alive. Even a blind man could sense the fiery passion in their gazes.

Of course, this "devouring" wasn't literal—it was far more suggestive than that. After all, when beautiful women and handsome men are involved, who stops at just sharing meals?

During their time in the hospital, the two women had united against external threats. But once outside, free from the adoring crowd, an awkward tension arose.

What now?

Who would Chen Yi go home with? Or would he accompany one of them? This was a serious and pressing question.

After exchanging a glance, Luo Yan and Han Wenxue seemed to reach a silent agreement. Without much ceremony, they each returned to their own homes, leaving the recently discharged patient to fend for himself.

Chen Yi, utterly exasperated, had no choice but to hail a cab and head home.

After tidying up his place, he made his way to the orphanage.

His body had mostly recovered, though the residual malice in his qi continued to cause instability. Still, a month's time had been enough to heal his physical wounds.

When Chen Yi arrived at the orphanage, he saw a group of people blocking the entrance. From a distance, he could hear Uncle Li arguing with them. Though too far to catch the details, he could tell from Uncle Li's trembling frame that these people didn't come with good intentions.

"Uncle Li, what's going on?"

Fearing that Uncle Li might suffer at their hands, Chen Yi hurried over, stepping in front of him.

"They… they're nothing but thugs!" Uncle Li gritted his teeth, pointing at the group.

"Hey, old man, watch your mouth. Who are you calling thugs? Did we lay a finger on you? I'm not interested in old men like you, hahaha…"

From the crowd emerged a burly man with a shaved head, standing nearly two meters tall. His bare chest bore the tattoo of a black dragon. "Listen, old man, I'm giving you one day. Move out voluntarily, or we'll help you pack. But don't blame us if those brats of yours get hurt in the process!"

"Who are you calling brats?"

Rage surged through Chen Yi. To him, the children of the orphanage were like siblings. Insulting them was worse than slapping him in the face.

"And who the hell are you?" The bald man sneered, jabbing a finger at Chen Yi. "Stay out of this, kid, or you might find yourself missing an arm or a leg someday."

"Missing your mother, you b*st*rd!"

Chen Yi grabbed the man's finger, twisted it with force, and then kicked him hard, sending him flying.

"Argh!"

The bald man lay on the ground, clutching his broken finger and howling in pain.