A day passed, and Muchen was finally discharged to his home. The biopsy results would only come in the afternoon, so he and his manager were waiting. He was quite calm about it because, in his heart, he had already accepted whatever result was about to come out.
But his manager, Shao, was another story.
Like a pregnant lady, he was pacing before the tea table where an innocent phone lay face up.
"Walking around is not going to make the process any faster."
"But I feel so anxious! That darn doctor, why is he taking so long?"
Sighing, Muchen pulled him down to sit beside him on the sofa. "Chill, it will be fine."
"Chen, what if..."
"Shh." Muchen pinched his chattering lips together. "I need a moment of silence." Mumbling, he gazed at his phone with a subtle smile.
"Why are you smiling? Did you get the result?" Shao pushed his hand away and anxiously leaned over his shoulder to look at his phone. But when he saw the contact "Black Powder," he frowned. "Why are you chatting with Black Powder fans? They're ungrateful and, to be honest, quite spiteful. Just block them. How was your number leaked..."
"Tsk," Muchen glared at him. He quickly typed a "Good morning" message and sent it. He waited with his fingers on the type bar. One second went by... one minute... and then the five-minute mark hit.
"Why isn't he replying?" He sent another emoji.
Still no reply.
"Is he busy? I told him to take a few days' break. He must be free. Why isn't he chatting with me? He is my fan, right? Isn't he supposed to be elated that I'm chatting with him?" Frowning, he leaned back on the soft sofa cushion. "Maybe it's his tactics to attract my attention," he grinned.
"You've gone nuts," Shao gazed at him peculiarly. "Is the tumor affecting your brain?" He grabbed his face and peered at him curiously. "No, it's in your gut. How can it affect your IQ like this?"
Muchen slapped his intrusive hand away and sent another message. This time, he sent a small money packet through chat.
The money packet was collected instantly.
"See, this guy is like a fish. We have to use bait to catch him." He grinned widely.
"You just sent him a hundred dollars?! Muchen! Who is this scammer?!"
"Yunfeng," Muchen grinned widely. "My very own little Black Powder fan."
"The guy you got involved with in that car shoot-out! God! Why are you even talking to him? Maybe he is one of those guy's accomplices. Maybe he's trying to bait you! Oh shit..." Shao frantically walked around.
Muchen gave him a dull stare. "Why are you overthinking everything? This guy is just a normal little brat."
"Wait... Yunfeng? That school kid... he is a child." Shao froze. "Muchen! You will be called a child groomer!!!" Shao held his shoulders and shook him.
"He's eighteen!" Muchen rolled his eyes dramatically. "Stop overreacting! You asshole! We're just chatting!"
"Yeah, it starts with chats, then it progresses to little meetings, and then it progresses to full-on sex! This is how love works! See, see! You're grinning! You're actually falling in love," Shao pointed a finger at his nose.
Muchen just pushed it away as he gazed at the chat.
Yunfeng had sent a Tamagoyaki sticker with an egg yolk tiredly saying "Thanks."
"Cute."
Shao went quiet. "Fuck… we need a huge PR team to deal with this."
Muchen ignored his chattering manager and walked to his room.
"Wait! I got it! The result."
Muchen gazed back with his eyes slightly wide open. He hurried back to the sofa. "Quick, what does it say?"
With trembling hands, Shao opened the email. His face was still stiff with no expression.
"Shao?" Muchen peered up at him, anticipating.
"You're... you're not sick. Oh, thank God!" Shao knelt on the ground.
Muchen let out a small sigh. "Good."
"But the doctors suggest that it's good to remove the tumor surgically."
Muchen scoffed. "Find me some herbal therapy. I don't want to put a knife on my body."
"But..."
"It's just a small tumor. Herbal therapy works wonders... I want to try the traditional medicines before trying Western ones."
Shao nodded. "Fine, I'll find you some experts." He ran out of the room, calling up people he knew.
Muchen, with a relieved smile on his face, texted the kid. {"I'm not sick anymore."}
A reply came instantly. {"No, you're sick."}
He frowned. {"No, the doctors cleared me."}
{"You went to the wrong doctor. Go to a psychiatrist. You desperately need one."}
Muchen laughed out loud. "This brat."
Yunfeng gazed at the phone with a small sigh of relief. "I knew it. Alpha's body can recover faster than normal. Why was I even worried in the first place?" He placed his phone down.
A dangerous glare came from behind him.
Gazing back, he met the glaring eyes of his mother.
"Mum..." he visibly froze. 'Why is she glaring?'
"Playing with your phone without studying!!" She smacked him on the head. "Study!"
"Waa!! It's all useless 'cause the world is going to end..." he whimpered, holding his head.
"Let it end. I'll end you if you don't pass your college entrance exams!!" She grinned dangerously.
Yunfeng gulped. Even if the world ended, his mother would ask him to study...