27 Is Jun Ching going to die?

A space of darkness full of vivid images surrounded Jun Ching. This images are the things happened to him in the past.

His past anxiety, pain, torment, anger, hatred and regret. Each photo consist of a lingering madness that Jun Ching hold longer and is now becoming numb.

Floating in a space of lifeless within, and the midsts of suffocation from his life and his child. Jun Ching never thought that he will still find it unbearable despite the rebirth he had and the time he carry and withstand everything alone.

And a dream in which it displays various of recordings from the moment he stood his foot into the ground. The abandonment of his biological family, the pressures of persistent from his adopted parents, the misdeed with a man he slept with, and the death of his child that caused his life to lose. All those plays vividly, overwhelmingly tighten his heart with rigor and affliction.

Never he imagine that the simple life he wished, the acceptance he seek, the love he longed will vanished mercilessly. Abstaining the past, afraid of commiting again, still hopeless and despondent, no matter how hard he tried, considering the tragic past he lay across his back, even the support given by the friend he thought he lost, still not enough, not sufficient enough to cover the resentment and dudgeon even with the cost of that person's life.

When Jun Ching open his eyes, he was shone by the bright light that he cannot see clearly. Too bright that it hurts his eyes. He groaned low covering his eyes with his arm. Slowly, recovering from the light, removing his arm- he look at the plain white ceiling- blankly.

Trying to remember everything, he spent more that a minute thinking until it sink to him how he ended up laying in the hospital bed. He glance at his side- he saw Fu King peacefully sleeping while his hand is in his stomach gently caressing it- even humming with a closed lips.

Jun Ching tried to remove Fu King's hand without him noticing. With an unknown hours he slept, his back is all sore. He wanted to find a comfortable spot but cannot waken up Fu King along. Jun Ching knows Fu King never had a good sleep ever since he stay at his apartment. Fu King had been attending all his need that the man don't have time taking care of himself. Even though he never complained, Jun Ching can feel his tiredness and exhaustion yet he cannot do anything when even he himself cannot live alone with in his state.

As he slowly keep adjusting his body up the headboard, Fu King suddenly open his eye lids, feeling the movement coming from the bed. He rise his head and saw Jun Ching looking at him cautiously. Instantly, he stood up and attentively asked "Nono, how are you feeling? Do you have any discomfort? Are you hungry, thirsty? Tell me, do you want me to call a doctor?" Fu King's worried expression melted a thousand iron. Still cannot imagine how a Young Master ended up taking responsibility instead of that man.

Not that he wanted that scumbag to be the one taking care of him, he rather choose to suffer than die even terrifyingly. But still, how can he bare see someone as valuable as Young Master Fu do the thing by himself when he grow up with a silver spoon.

In his childhood, Fu King always had his three personal bodyguards, two maids, and one butler with him. Whenever he goes those people cannot leave by his side like a leech stuck closely with strick supervision. Everything he touches need to be sanitize effectively. Anything he eats need to be under testing. He cannot go out every weekdays only to attained his studies, etiquettes, sharpen his talent and got accustomed in handling business and occasion. While in weekends, he is only allowed to stay close indoors- silently, cravingly, wantedly- gazing from the window glass- watching the exquisite world and seemingly hoped to take a step outside without the eyes of his elders.

From his childhood, he bore a great liability in the name of their business market. From productivity, creativity and wisely improvise the company with his own capabilities. Apparently, it didn't make him proud of himself. It didn't make him more high and mighty but only cause him to be more distant and lead a life away from happiness and satisfaction. Only that time when he found Jun Ching that his shallow world started to beam with radiance and pleasantries.

Jun Ching shakes his head- a hurtful yet feeble smile immerged within his lips, enduring the pain in his back he said "I'm fine. I was just trying to not wake you up because I saw you loving yourself to sleep that I cannot bother disturb you" But despite his endurance, Jun Ching's body cannot lie. He moan out of ache when he move his hip sidewards. A sting of discomfort run down from his spine.

Seeing this, Fu King panicked that he immediately call out the passing doctor outside the ward. If possible, he wanted to dragged him in and tend Jun Ching as quickly as possible.

The doctor was startled a moment. A bucket of sweat dropping from his temples down to his chin. Even he cannot help but to gulp seeing a man- woman in a distressed make up sitting, bulging belly that is about to burst and a man beside him that is about to faint due to how pail he is- clearly lack of rest.

He clear out his throat before taking Jun Ching's pulse. Yes, pulse. What Fu King took in the ward is not a medical doctor but a quack doctor. Though, this doctor is no ordinary doctor but he specialized in mind meditation, healing herbs, pulse reading, palm matching, body examining but only applicable to male patients, and herbal ailments essences. Not only that, he can also feel resentment and dark energy from time to time.

It's just that he was mistakenly mistook as a doctor since he is wearing a white robe from his son he visited earlier who is working as a psychiatrist.

In his view point, the man laying in the bed is not a normal human. He could sense two lives inside his body. Aside from his soul that are split into two and the memories of betrayal that everytime he look at Jun Ching's eyes, a withered and burning desire manifest it's pique. He signed.

Jun Ching and Fu King was stunned and confused, frowning from the weird method of how the doctor mend his patients, Fu King asked "So amh. How is he?" But the truth, he wanted to asked 'Where's the stethoscope that a doctor usually carry? Why are you touching Nono's pulse. What's this, a historical physician only using pulse reading to know that happens inside the body?'

The doctor only shake his head. To say, Jun Ching and Fu King was petrified with the respond. They didn't know what to do. Is this doctor giving a shit out of them? The fuck of him giving out such diagnosis. Is Jun Ching going to die? Leaving the two out of gape, the doctor immediately said " He's fine. It's just that his body isn't much giving in with the process of laying too much. He need to atleast have some exercise to help him exert some good points to develop his children naturally" Then he diverted into Fu King with a kind smile and then continue "If you don't mind young man, could you please help me get a glass of lukewarm water for him?"

Ofcourse, even Fu King is a little hesitant, but he didn't refuse. He swiftly left the ward to finished his task, leaving Jun Ching and the quack doctor alone.

Jun Ching was a little unease. He cannot go straight meeting the doctor's stare. He cough several times, trying to distract the doctor but the doctor only reasoned him "Young man, have you been reborn?"