1846 Guilty Conscience

The seemingly light coughs eventually got so bad that he was practically doubling over.

The manager's lighthearted expression instantly changed as he supported the artist. To his horror, the superstar's fair face had turned into a deathly pallor.

"What's the matter with you?!"

Qin Zhou was worried sick.

By the looks of it, the former seemed to be having gastric pain.

He suffered from severe gastritis, so he would usually stay away from alcohol. This alcohol abstinence was not because he was a lightweight but because it evoked his gastritis when he overindulged.

He once fainted from gastric pain at the doorway of a hotel just because he had drunk a few glasses of liquor at a social function. He was rushed to the hospital, and only then did they realize that he had gastrointestinal bleeding.

His symptoms were exactly the same as back then; hence, the manager could not help but suspect that the superstar had been consuming an overwhelming amount of alcohol sans food or water for the past two days and nights.

At the thought of this, he swiftly helped him up and resolutely pulled him to the door.

Gu Xingze pushed him away with a frown. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sending you to a hospital! From your current state, I suspect that your gastric is acting up!"

"Go away."

The annoyed man attempted to get away from the manager again. "Why won't you get lost?! Did I ask for your concern?"

"Stop being a brat! Your body is already in a wreck, yet you're still drinking. Have you ever given a thought on what would happen to your body at this rate?"

"No! I just want some peace without anyone, be it you or anyone else, bothering me! Just stay away from me!"

Upon saying everything he wanted with an emotionless face and frantic eyes, his body swayed and eventually collapsed. Darkness descended upon him, and he soon lost consciousness…

…

On the other side, the dumbfounded Yun Shishi stared at her phone screen, where it showed that the call had ended. Her emotions had yet to settle when she heard a devilishly charming voice from behind her.

"What are you doing?"

She jumped in shock at the voice. In her astonishment and nervousness, the phone slipped from her hand and dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Ah!"

She turned around at once with wide eyes, only to see Mu Yazhe standing behind her since God knew when. Feeling somehow panicky, even her expression could not help but tense up as well.

"You… When did you come in?"

The man calmly looked at her with his penetrating gaze and smiled. "I've just gotten here!"

"Just?!"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you knock at the door before entering?"

"…"

The frightened woman's eyes flashed with panic as she patted her thunderous chest. Apparently receiving quite a shock from his sudden appearance, she grumbled, "Why do you walk so silently like a cat? I didn't even notice that you're standing behind me."

"You were too engrossed on your phone call."

He paused for a second and glanced puzzledly at the fallen phone. A flash of suspicion appeared in his eyes. "Who were you talking to?"

"No one."

She felt quite alarmed and, with a guilty conscience, immediately leaned down to pick the phone up.

Alas, before she could get it, the man bent down and picked it up for her.