The Film Emperor Is Sick, I have No Cure - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The massage session ended, and the masseur covered Xing Cheng with a cashmere blanket before leaving the hall alongside a servant of the Tingtian family.

Tingtian Dashu had had a few glasses of red wine, his face flushed with a light tipsy red as he rested his cheek on his hand, admiring Xing Cheng’s fine physique. Before long, the Japanese butler of the household helped him back to his bedroom.

After sending off the young master, the elderly butler returned to the hall and respectfully informed Xing Cheng that the young master had given instructions for Mr. Xing to stay the night at the residence.

Covered with a long-haired blanket over his shoulders, Xing Cheng was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting: “Got it.”

After settling the distinguished guest, the butler went around the folding screen and bowed toward Lu Danggui: “Sir, will you be staying at the residence tonight or returning to the city? If you wish to return, I’ll arrange for a driver to take you. If you’re staying, I’ll show you to the guest room.”

Having spent several hours scrolling on his phone in the lounge area, Lu Danggui was already quite tired. Originally, he thought as long as he managed to escort Xing Cheng back to the hospital tonight, he’d have completed his task. He hadn’t expected Xing Cheng to actually choose to stay here for the night.

He glanced at his watch, midnight had already passed. His home was in the eastern part of the city, several dozen kilometers away. If he went back now, there was no way he’d make it back in time the next morning.

As long as he could ensure Xing Cheng returned to the hospital safe and sound, he might as well go the whole way and endure another night.

“I’ll stay the night,” Lu Danggui said politely to the butler. “Mr. Xing still needs care. No need to prepare a guest room for me, I can make do on the sofa.”

Hearing the conversation between Lu Danggui and the butler, Xing Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his pair of pitch-black pupils looking in the direction of the folding screen.

After the butler left, Lu Danggui stood up, stretched lazily a few times, and slowly walked out.

Just as he was about to go wash up, he suddenly heard Xing Cheng call out, “Doctor Lu.”

Yawning, Lu Danggui forced himself to stay alert. “Mr. Xing?”

If you’ve got something to say, say it. If you’ve got gas to pass, let it out. After tonight, I’m done serving you.

“The robe’s in the cabinet. Can you help me get it?”

Lu Danggui rolled his eyes.

Was this guy treating him like some personal servant?

But seeing that the man wasn’t mobile, Lu Danggui begrudgingly endured it. He walked to the large glass cabinet by the door, took out a gray silk robe, and brought it over to hand to Xing Cheng.

“Doctor Lu, perhaps you should step out for a moment?”

Taking the robe, Xing Cheng said frankly, “I’m not wearing pants.”

Lu Danggui: “……”

Before Xing Cheng even finished speaking, Lu Danggui had already instinctively glanced downward, and sure enough, he saw a pair of pale ankles exposed beyond the edge of the blanket.

Lu Danggui’s back stiffened instantly, and he turned around to flee toward the balcony.

After putting on the robe and fastening the belt, Xing Cheng called out to the figure standing on the balcony: “Doctor Lu.”

This guy was really used to ordering him around, wasn’t he?

Hearing Xing Cheng calling for him again from inside the room, Lu Danggui didn’t want to respond at all.

Thankfully, Xing Cheng didn’t send him on another errand this time. He only said he wanted to go to the bathroom and asked Lu Danggui to help him into the wheelchair.

As he helped Xing Cheng up from the sofa, Lu Danggui realized that Xing Cheng was quite a bit taller than him, with a well-proportioned figure and long legs. No wonder fan artists in his fandom called him a “walking measuring stick.”

Those rumors that anti-fans spread, like Xing Cheng lying about his height or needing to wear height-boosting insoles on set, seemed to be complete nonsense.

After pushing the wheelchair into the bathroom, Lu Danggui even thoughtfully closed the door for him.

Back in the hall, he lay half-asleep on the sofa, idly scrolling on his phone.

Just get through this night, by morning, his caregiving duties should be complete, Lu Danggui thought.

As long as he could send Xing Cheng back to the hospital safe and sound tomorrow, he’d go straight to Director Qiu to apply for a case transfer. This hot potato was simply too much for him to handle.
He was just an ordinary little doctor, this was far beyond his capacity.

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Lu Danggui became more and more drowsy. His nerves had been tense since early morning, and now his eyelids were fighting to stay open, he really couldn’t hold out any longer.

Leaning against the soft sofa, Lu Danggui slowly closed his eyes.

Drowsy and half-asleep, he twitched his nose a little and vaguely caught the faint scent of blood.

Lu Danggui furrowed his brows and shifted slightly on the sofa, adjusting to a more comfortable position.

The bloody smell in the air was growing stronger.

Groggy, Lu Danggui opened his eyes in a daze, squinting as he looked around, instinctively trying to locate the source of the scent.

When his gaze landed on the tightly shut bathroom door not far away, his heart nearly stopped.

Water was steadily seeping out from the gap beneath the door, pooling into a small puddle at the base.

What made Lu Danggui’s pupils suddenly contract, was the color of the water.

There was a faint pinkish hue on the surface. It was so subtle that the naked eye could barely detect it, but as a doctor, Lu Danggui immediately sensed something was wrong.

That was the color produced when blood mixed with water and became diluted.

He quickly glanced at the clock in the corner of the wall.
The time displayed was 1:15 a.m.

He remembered that when he pushed Xing Cheng into the bathroom, the chime for 1:00 a.m. had just struck.

Which meant, Xing Cheng had already been inside the bathroom alone for fifteen minutes.

He had accidentally dozed off just now, and had completely lost track of time.

Before he had time to think, Lu Danggui had already leapt up from the sofa and charged straight toward the bathroom!

The sound of running water still continued inside the bathroom, but there was no trace of any human movement.

The door hadn’t been locked from the inside. Lu Danggui pressed down the handle and shoved the bathroom door open with force, shouting anxiously inside:

“Xing Cheng!”

Dim white walls, a yellowing ceiling light, and red bloodstains scrubbed clean by running water.

The floor was covered in water. The wheelchair had toppled sideways in front of the sink. The curtain in front of the bathtub had been pulled tightly shut, and the sound of water was coming from inside the tub.

Lu Danggui stepped through the water in large strides and yanked open the curtain in front of the bathtub.

The black-and-gold marble tub was filled with water.

Xing Cheng was curled up alone in the corner of the bathtub, half his body submerged in the icy water, his eyes bloodshot like they were bleeding.

In his hand, he was clutching a razor he’d found from who-knows-where. His robe had slipped off his shoulders, exposing a forearm covered in wounds.

Several gashes had been cut into it, and the spots of blood around the edge of the tub must have flowed from those very wounds.

Seeing someone break into the bathroom, Xing Cheng’s upper body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The hand holding the razor suddenly bulged with veins, and he raised the blade in his hand, aiming it at the uninvited guest now standing only inches away.

Upon seeing the scene in front of him, Lu Danggui’s first reaction was to immediately move his right hand behind his back. He took a few steps backward and, with the hand behind his back, quietly grabbed the bathroom door handle.

A soft click echoed through the air, the bathroom door had been locked from the inside by him.

The Tingtian family’s servants and the Xing family’s bodyguards had never received psychological crisis intervention training.

If Xing Cheng were allowed contact with outsiders now, it would only escalate his psychotic behavior.

When a patient with schizophrenia is stimulated by the outside world, the likelihood of them harming others in public is extremely high. In most cases, such patients will first engage in violent behavior toward others before turning to self-harm, or even suicide.

Lu Danggui didn’t know how Xing Cheng had made it through previous episodes. But fortunately, this time, he was here.

Lu Danggui held his breath.

He could handle this. He absolutely wouldn’t let Xing Cheng harm himself. Nor would he allow him to harm anyone else.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Danggui raised both hands high above his head. It was a signal to Xing Cheng, he wasn’t carrying any weapons, and he meant no harm.

Xing Cheng’s blood-red eyes stared intently at Lu Danggui, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Then, Lu Danggui slowly bent down and knelt on the water-soaked floor. He placed his hands on the bloodstained edge of the tub and looked calmly at Xing Cheng in the corner.

“Ah Jian,” he lowered his voice, gentle in tone, “are you mad at everyone again?”

This was a line straight from Mad Dog, the very first thing Ah Feng said to Xu Jian when she found him in the bathroom.

Lu Danggui was taking a gamble.

He was betting that the bathtub scene from Mad Dog was the trigger behind Xing Cheng’s current episode.

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T/N Mad dog just made me remember Black dog from Bitch×Rich drama ಠ_ಠ