City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 593 - 0594: Zhu Zhiming is Attacked

Chapter 593: Chapter 0594: Zhu Zhiming is Attacked

After Chen Fang and Ye Xue had prepared dinner, Ye Qiu and his family, along with Liu Xia, sat down to eat. After dinner, Liu Xia and Xiao Hong stayed downstairs with Chen Fang to watch TV, while Ye Qiu went upstairs to take a shower before playing some games.

Around 10:30 pm, as Ye Qiu was about to shut down his computer, he heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found Liu Xia standing there in her pajamas.

Liu Xia had just taken a bath and was wearing a thin nightgown that made her look very attractive.

"Xiaxia, what’s up?"

"Can I come in?"

After Ye Qiu let her in, Liu Xia sat down on the bed and looked at Ye Qiu, saying, "Ye Qiu, I really want to thank you."

"It’s nothing. Tomorrow, take a day off, and I’ll take you to look at some houses."

Liu Xia and Xiao Hong couldn’t stay here for long, and Ye Qiu had planned to buy an apartment with an elevator in Liu Xia’s name. Of course, when they went tomorrow, Liu Xia would probably think they were just looking at rental properties again.

"Mm,"

Liu Xia said.

Now dressed in her thin nightgown, as she looked down, Ye Qiu could still see the deep white cleavage. At first, Ye Qiu had seen those private parts when he was treating Liu Xia’s illness. Nowadays, it seemed even more enticing.

"I’ll go back to rest first,"

said Liu Xia as she stood up, leaving behind a fragrant breeze.

As she walked back to the guest room she shared with Xiao Hong, Ye Qiu shook his head, closed the door, and continued his cultivation of the "Primordial Five Emperors Technique." Last night, Ye Qiu had a vague sense that he was about to break through to the next level.

...

Zhu Zhiming and Li Shen had spent a few days in Jiangnan before returning home. Even though the stay at Ye Qiu’s place was very comfortable, they couldn’t impose on Ye Qiu’s family for long. So, after their time in Jiangnan, they went back to their respective homes.

There wasn’t much happening for Zhu Zhiming now.

The college entrance exam results were already out, and they were similar to his preliminary results—insufficient to get into a regular college. Considering his situation, his parents were preparing to get him a job where he could make two to three thousand a month.

Of course, Zhu Zhiming came from a well-off family. His parents had an average income, and being an only child and a local from Jiangbei, his family wasn’t in a bad situation. Originally, his situation was even better than Ye Qiu’s had been.

But now, things were different.

Zhu Zhiming didn’t want to work at that company, and Ye Qiu had already discussed with him, planning to pay for him to attend Jinling University’s Independent Institute.

When Zhu Zhiming discussed this with his parents, they were somewhat incredulous.

However, when they had come over for the banquet to celebrate Ye Qiu’s new house, Zhu Zhiming’s parents had realized that Ye Qiu was indeed very different from before.

Seeing that Ye Qiu had such thoughts and the ability to help their son, Zhu Zhiming’s parents decided not to interfere anymore.

At around seven in the evening, after having dinner with his parents, Zhu Zhiming, shirtless, sat in front of his computer in his room and started playing games.

He knew Ye Qiu and Li Shen were also in the game, so when they teamed up to slay monsters, they actually did quite well. The main appeal of this game was to kill monsters for loot, which could then be sold for money.

Considering the current situation, Zhu Zhiming felt he had earned enough to cover his university living expenses.

At around eleven at night, the room was very hot, but Zhu Zhiming had turned on the air conditioner early on, making it very comfortable inside.

Zhu Zhiming had been playing for several hours and felt his legs were tired and somewhat numb.

Being somewhat overweight, he’d always been called "little pig," a nickname due to his size.

As he got up to go to the bathroom and then came back, he suddenly noticed the window had been opened.

Zhu Zhiming’s house, which he had built himself, was a small three-story building, similar to a villa but just a typical rural home. He was living on the second floor.

Zhu Zhiming found it strange that despite running the air conditioner and having closed the window, it was somehow opened again.

He wondered if it might have been his mother who opened it.

His parents often said that using the air conditioner for a long time could lead to air conditioning disease. However, Zhu Zhiming was overweight and prone to sweating.

In the sweltering heat of summer, he couldn’t bear a day without the air conditioner.

Yet, just as he had closed the window, the computer and lights in his room suddenly turned off.

Could it be a power outage?

Impossible, the air conditioner in the room was still running, but Zhu Zhiming began to feel the chill in the room growing colder.

A bone-chilling coldness hit him in the face.

This kind of cold was typically only felt in the deep winter.

Suddenly, he noticed that his computer chair was shaking non-stop. As the room lights were off and the sunlight coming in from the window was dim, visibility was very poor.

How had the room suddenly become like this?

"Mom, Dad!"

Zhu Zhiming yelled loudly.

Fat people hate heat and darkness, and Zhu Zhiming was no different. As he felt the eerie, chilling coldness drawing closer, he saw a shadow approaching him.

Soon, the air conditioner in the room was also turned off.

But the piercing chill in the room worsened.

His parents, who were watching TV downstairs, suddenly heard their son’s cries and hurried upstairs, only to find that they were unable to push open their son’s bedroom door.

After a terrible scream, Zhu Zhiming’s father, a middle-aged overweight man, kicked open the door, switched on the light, and saw the computer screen flickering and the chair still shaking.

But now, they found Zhu Zhiming lying on the floor, covered in blood, his condition unknown.

"Little Zhu, how are you?"

Zhu Zhiming’s mother ran over and shouted.

Now, Zhu Zhiming was covered in blood, his condition unknown, scaring both his parents. However, Zhu Zhiming’s father, slightly more composed, hurriedly called for an ambulance.

About twenty minutes later, a nearby ambulance arrived, and a paramedic along with two female nurses carried the blood-covered Zhu Zhiming down.

They found Zhu Zhiming still had a breath, but his condition seemed very serious. As the paramedic and nurses took Zhu Zhiming down, the paramedic asked, "What happened to your son? Did he try to commit suicide by slashing his wrists?"

"No, our son was perfectly fine, how could he possibly kill himself?"

Zhu Zhiming’s father said.

The paramedic and the nurses then loaded Zhu Zhiming onto the ambulance and rushed to the Jiangbei First People’s Hospital.

At the urgent care of Jiangbei First People’s Hospital, the doctors, upon examining Zhu Zhiming, found multiple blood vessels bleeding. If Zhu Zhiming were not a bit overweight, he might have already died from excessive blood loss.

Now, Zhu Zhiming’s breath was very weak, and as the doctors prepared to administer blood transfusions and stop the bleeding, what terrified the paramedic was that the blood flowing from Zhu Zhiming was black and carried a putrid smell.