Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1651: Yang Yuhui Had Been Robbed

?Chapter 1651: Yang Yuhui Had Been Robbed

Ning Shu quietly entered the dormitory. She didn’t turn the lights on and went straight into the bathroom to wash herself clean. She also washed her dirty clothes.

“Chen Jianan, are you sick? If you aren’t playing on your laptop, you’re doing laundry at night. Don’t you ever stop to rest?” exclaimed Fang Menghan angrily. “Can’t you just let me sleep?”

Ning Shu ignored Fang Menghan and hung her clothes on the balcony to dry. Then, she started blowing her hair dry with a hair dryer.

“Chen Jianan, are you doing this on purpose?” shouted Fang Menghan as she pulled the curtains aside. Her expression was very ugly.

“I can’t sleep when my hair is wet.” Ning Shu half-dried her hair before sitting cross-legged on the bed to cultivate.

Ning Shu soon fell asleep while cultivating.

On the other side, Yang Yuhui had been robbed and spent the entire night in the little alley.

When Yang Yuhui woke up in the morning, the sun was already high up in the sky, and his body ached all over.

First of all, he couldn’t seem to close his mouth completely. Saliva kept flowing out from a corner of his mouth, making his neck sticky. The saliva that had flowed out last night had clearly stained his clothes.

Yang Yuhui’s face felt itchy, as if ants were crawling over it. It was very itchy, like they were crawling in his heart.

Yang Yuhui couldn’t help but try to scratch his face with his hand. However, when he raised his hand, he found that his wrist was swollen and painful.

He touched his face with his hand. He felt his hand becoming covered in saliva and realized that the corners of his lips were crooked.

His hand ached so badly that he couldn’t help but shake it a bit. That made it hurt even more.

Yang Yuhui examined his wrist. His wrist was a ma.s.s of redness, and the swelling was really severe. All ten of his fingers had become swollen like carrots.

His skin was scalding hot, while the veins in his palm and fingers had popped out.

What exactly did that dark shadow do to him last night?

Yang Yuhui promptly stood up and prepared to go to the hospital. When he saw some paper sc.r.a.ps on the ground, he quickly took out his wallet. The check that should’ve been inside was gone.

It was a check for one million yuan. He had sold several good scripts in addition to some songs in one go in order to get this small amount of money. Now, it had all become sc.r.a.p in the course of one night.

Yang Yuhui was so angry his expression became twisted. The corners of his mouth became even more crooked, and saliva flowed out of his mouth in strands.

“B...ba....b.a.s.t.a.r.d.” Yang Yuhui said incoherently. His mouth seemed to have something in it, making his speech a bit unintelligible.

Yang Yuhui had a bad feeling about this. A wave of dread appeared in his heart.

He flagged down a taxi and went to the hospital.

Yang Yuhui went through a round of examinations at the hospital. He cared about his face the most. When he looked in the mirror, he got a scare. He hadn’t even realized that the corners of his lips had been hanging askew.

“Doctor, doctor, just what...” Yang Yuhui closed his mouth to swallow his saliva. When he spoke, he felt like his mouth was full of saliva. He simply couldn’t speak at all. Saliva also flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

“Just what... what is this disease?” it was very difficult for Yang Yuhui to get this sentence out. Even saying just this one sentence took so much effort.

“Itchy, face is very itchy...” Yang Yuhui’s eyes were a scarlet red.

“It may be a disease affecting your nerve endings. Did it suddenly become this?” asked the doctor.

Yang Yuhui wiped the saliva that automatically flowed out from the corners of his mouth. His hands hurt so bad that his wrists had to be wrapped in gauze.

Both his hands were so swollen that the skin looked transparent and s.h.i.+ny.

“Take these medicines first and ma.s.sage your face often to ease the muscles,” said the doctor. “Apply some anti-inflammatory medicine and medicinal wine on your hands.”

Yang Yuhui’s body kept alternating between hot and cold. He felt extremely unwell because of his inflamed hands.

Yang Yuhui went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor too. The doctor told him that this situation might be because he had been exposed to the wind after drinking and sleeping outside for a night.

Though it was summer, there was a lot of dew at night. Plus, the chilly winds had entered his body. This explanation sounded plausible.

Translator: Lili

Editor: Emi

Translator: Kaho