However, no one answered...
Mu Yuhaan stood before Mian's apartment, as he waited for her to open the door. After a few seconds, a slight frown appeared on the statuesque man's face. "Why isn't Mian opening the door? Is she mad at me? Doesn't she want to see me again?"
Very rapidly, his eyelids quivered twice, as a cocktail of emotions–little bit of sadness, a tiny heartbreak, fear, yet some lurking hope, was soaring all over his heart. He had half a mind to break the door, and kiss and make up with Mian.
However, he stopped himself when he thought about the possible outcomes.
Mu Yuhaan raised his hand to knock again, then stopped midway with another thought. He fished out his company's launched, latest model cell phone from his pocket. "Where is she?"
"...."
Mu Yuhaan heaved a sigh of relief.
At least, it was not the case that despite being inside, Mian was not opening the door for him.
===
10 minutes later...
Wang Eric approached a black Maybach, as soon as it pulled up in front of First People's Hospital. It's door swung open, before Wang Eric could open it for his president. "I'm taking you to a neurosurgeon for a consultation about your severe headache." Mu Yuhaan commanded, as soon as he descended from the car.
Well, he wasn't someone to push his emotions downward to compress it. He wanted to see Mian and he would see her!
On the flip side, this decree of Mu Yuhaan fell on Wang Eric like a deafening clap of thunder, freezing him to the ground! Seconds later, still in shock, he staggered a few steps back, gaping at Mu Yuhaan with horror.
"But President Mu, I'm...completely fine, and very healthy. I don't have any headache." Before he could stop himself, Wang Eric's eyes stung and glowed with unspilled tears; following that some big fat teardrops coursed down his round cheeks, as he could not hide his inner fright. "Wuwu..."
Wang Eric couldn't have foreseen this was how he would die today. He was still a virgin for god's sake! Damn! He was so down on luck! He couldn't even run, as Mu Yuhaan was simply too tyrannical for him to escape!
Mu Yuhaan, on the contrary, became slightly flummoxed seeing his assistant crying, he paused for a moment, then asked with a little frown, "Why are you crying?"
His chiseled features on the fair skin were smooth except for the single fold of skin between the eyebrows.
"President Mu, have I made any mistake?" Wang Eric asked between his sobs, snuffling speedily. Yet in no condition to wipe his tears or blow the runny nose with a handkerchief; fear of death bubbling within him.
A clueless look appeared on Mu Yuhaan's expressionless face. "Not yet."
Wang Eric stopped sobbing, and looked up at Mu Yuhaan with teary eyes and nose full of snots. "Then why do you want to take out my brain from my skull and fry it, President Mu?" He asked with a plaintive note in his voice.
Mu Yuhaan, "....."
"President Mu, you are my Master. I swear on my Buddha, I have never ever thought of betraying you let alone doing it. I have been loyal to you for 11 years, and have never slackened in my work, never..wuwu.."
Wang Eric was a little weakling for a personal assistant of the most feared businessman of the continent, with a nasal whine that could drive anyone to the edge of their patience.
Mu Yuhaan looked at his swivel-eyed assistant, with a hysterical expression on the latter's face. Scarcely could he drain any of his energy more to deal with this asinine of person. "Put your brain on airplane mode for a while. You don't have that gut to plot against me. And as for the power of your imagination, I must say, you are very creative! Why didn't you become a script writer instead of my assistant?"
Mu Yuhaan stopped for a second, however, instead of offering sympathy, his expression showed plain irritation, as he said, "If I, Mu Yuhaan, wanted to take out your stupid brain from your tiny skull and fry it, I would prefer to do it in my 'Inferno' not here in a hospital." His voice had a scantiness of emotion, yet it had an edge of danger.
Earlier, when Mu Yuhaan was just about to start the engine, a question hit him hard on the head.
What excuse would he give to Mian? He was having a headache and that's why he went to consult with her? But then, what if she sent him to have a CT scan or MRI? He hated those tests!
Relief played across Wang Eric's mind, echoed in him frantically wiping the tears, dragging his snots backward, and a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, with the tiny laugh lines around the eyes.
That's right. Why would Mu Yuhaan bring him there to the hospital? He ordered those types of things in his 'Inferno'.
While ago, his brain was firmly squeezed by fear, thus he couldn't think straight.
Mu Yuhaan pursed his lips, regretting why he hadn't called Hu Ming instead.
"Now wipe those crocodile tears of yours, and if you don't have a headache, then pretend like you have."
Throwing these words at Wang Eric, Mu Yuhaan started walking towards the hospital gate with long strides. Luckily, there wasn't anybody else; otherwise, it would be a scene. He had already wasted very valuable time with that stupid.
When Wang Eric snapped out of his daze, the first thing he saw was that his boss had already reached the hospital gate. Thus, he sprinted towards the same direction to catch up with Mu Yuhaan.
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The moment they arrived at the hospital, Wang Eric went to make an appointment with Mian. However, he was told that they had to wait at least three more hours, as Mian had nine more patients to check, who had the appointments scheduled before them.
Mu Yuhaan was already at his limits with the delay.
He went directly to the reception area, showed his business card to a receptionist, and said with his usual cold tone of voice, "Dr. Mian, right now." Impatience was plainly written all over his face.