Chapter 266: Xiao and Hypnotized Cheng Jinyan; Tell Me Where the Blood Shadow is

Chapter 266

Xiao He picked up the cup and took a sip of water, his eyes faint as he opened the conversation box: "Dr. Cheng, how long have you and Qiao Ying known each other?"

"I have formally known her for less than two years. We met in Yuncheng because of a rather special lawsuit and hit it off right away," said Cheng Jinyan, his expression rich as he recalled that silly lawsuit.

Xiao He: "Formally known?"

Cheng Jinyan: "How do I put it? Don't you know, Xiao He, that the reason why Qiao Ying takes special care of you is because of a friend of hers?"

Xiao He nodded slightly: "So the reason why Dr. Cheng and Qiao Ying get along so well is also because of her friend?"

Cheng Jinyan nodded.

Xiao He: "It's clear that this friend of hers is indeed very important and special to her."

Cheng Jinyan nodded again.

Xiao He: "I saw on the forum that Qiao Ying has another close friend, a silver-haired mixed-race man."

Cheng Jinyan joked: "No way, Xiao He is so petty that he even eats expired vinegar?"

Cheng Jinyan adjusted his sitting posture: "The reason why Qiao Ying and Qin Hanyue broke up messily is that Qin Hanyue interfered too much."

"Qiao Ying loves freedom more than anyone or anything. Xiao He, if you want to pursue her, you can’t make the same mistake as Qin Hanyue."

Xiao He: "I know."

Cheng Jinyan: "Xiao He doesn't need to treat that guy as a rival. He's just a promiscuous playboy by nature."

Xiao He: "Can Dr. Cheng tell me about her?"

"Although I hit it off with Qiao Ying at first sight, I haven't known her for that long. I was more familiar with her deceased friend."

Xiao He: "She must have been a special and awesome girl like Qiao Ying."

Cheng Jinyan: "The fact that your brother could be friends with her means he must have been outstanding too, at least when he was alive. It’s a pity your mother named you Xiao He, with the meaning of reunion, but they both passed away."

Xiao He was silent for a moment, then said, "I think his life was worthwhile, even if it was only twenty some years, it was still better than mine."

Cheng Jinyan gently comforted: "Xiao He, don't feel sad for yourself. You still have a long life ahead with endless possibilities."

Xiao He looked at the gently swaying curtain, as if lost in memories.

He slowly opened his mouth, "I've forgotten most of what happened when I was little, especially things related to Xiao Chengdong."

White background, black hands, ticking every second.

Cheng Jinyan followed his line of sight and also looked at the clock.

Suddenly,

Xiao He asked softly: "Dr. Cheng, what time is it?"

Cheng Jinyan looked at the clock: "Four forty-two."

Xiao He was still staring at the clock, murmuring: “The weather is nice today, the wind feels nice."

Cheng Jinyan agreed: "Hmm."

"Let me tell Dr. Cheng a story," his voice flowed like a spring dripping from the mountains: “In a beautiful villa, a peasant woman gave birth to two brothers. She favored the older one and neglected the younger one. She often locked the younger brother in the woodshed and kept all the good stuff for the older son. But the elder brother was very nice to the younger brother and always secretly kept half of the good stuff for his brother locked in the woodshed. Suddenly one day, the woman changed and let out the younger brother she didn’t like, then locked up the elder brother she used to favor. She started giving all the good stuff to the younger brother while ignoring the elder brother. Dr Cheng, do you know why?”

“Dr. Cheng, you must be tired. Relax and lie down to rest.” Xiao He’s gentle voice drifted like a feather in the white clinic, ethereal as if unreal.

The clock kept ticking.

Cheng Jinyan’s eyes gradually lost focus as he lay on the recliner.

A pocket watch fell in front of him, swaying gently in midair.

Cheng Jinyan stared blankly, his eyelids drooping as he stared dully at the swaying watch.

Suddenly he heard someone ask gently: “Dr. Cheng, what’s your full name? Can you tell me?”

Cheng Jinyan reacted sluggishly as if his soul was taken away, expressionless. He only answered woodenly: “...Cheng Jinyan.”

“How old are you, Dr Cheng?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“What does Dr. Cheng like to eat the most?”

He paused for a moment: “I like...the noodles my mother cooks.”

Mentioning this, a trace of a smile appeared on Cheng Jinyan's face, as if lost in a beautiful dream, unwilling to wake up.

“Who is Dr. Cheng’s best friend?”

“Blood Shadow, Ye Si.”

“Tell me, where is Blood Shadow?”