Chapter 13 - Saved

Jua boredly gazed at the nurse. "Are you sure I can't go home?" He had no clue if that little kid could survive that house without him. 'What if that bastard tried to push the kid off the stairs again? Shit…' He shot up. "I have to leave."

The nurse just gave him a dull gaze and pushed him into a sleeping position. "If the patient starts to protest again, for the safety of the patient, I might have to tie him up…" she mumbled, flipping her book.

Jua pouted. "You mean for a nurse."

"If you work ten hours a day with a completely understaffed hospital, I guess anyone would become like me," she eagerly read the book with a small smile on her face.

Jua sighed out loud. "At least can I have a paper and brush?"

"That can be arranged." The nurse went to the bedside drawers and took out a notepad and a colorful crayon pack. "Here, draw away to your heart's content."

He curiously peered at the crayons. "What is this?"

"Crayons," she said, flipping her page.

Jua sniffed the colorful sticks. They had a tinge of melted wax smell. 'Is this colored wax...does she want me to light it up…' He looked at her intently.

His unnerving stare got to her. Sighing, the little nurse looked up at him. "What is it?"

"Do you have a flint rock? I can't light this without them." He pointed to the red-colored crayons.

The nurse frowned subtly. "Are you joking with me? You use it like this." She plucked it out of his hands and scribbled on the edge of the paper.

Jua's eyes widened. 'So it can be used like this. Fascinating…' He carefully gripped the crayons in his hand. 'Such a magical thing.'

He started to scribble with all the colors. Everything was so saturated and beautiful.

"Wonderful…" he smirked at the crayons.

With this, his planning would be much easier. He quickly drew out his plan.

His goal had become clear now. He simply had to save the young child Yong Mao's life from danger. As for until when, he had no clue.

'I might need to protect him until he is strong enough to protect himself.'

He tapped on the paper slightly. Right now, Yong Mao had only one enemy he knew of. That was Ying Di, the stepbrother.

'His stepmom might also be a danger factor.'

For his childhood, he just had to make sure that I keep him protected from these two danger factors.

But there was a huge problem. This body he had inhabited seemed to be on the stepbrother's family's side.

'Wait, if I'm by that Ying Di's side, I can get clues when he is trying to hurt the kids. I can protect him just like I did today!'

That plan was amazing, but the only problem is as Yong Mao grows up, he would realize how evil his stepbrother is. And when he, as Yong Di's subordinate, would be hated as well.

He pouted. 'Just okay. If it can potentially save the child's life…'

'But what if I'm close to Ying Di? Would I still have time to run to Yong Mao's rescue?'

Today what happened was a fluke. He just happened to be close to save the child in his embrace. What if he was far from him and the same repeated?

Jua Gu was getting a headache from all the thinking.

"This is too difficult." He glared at the diagram he had drawn without realizing it.

He plopped back on the bed with a sigh. 'If I choose the eldest, I would not have time to save the youngest. But if I side with the youngest, I would not know the evil plans the eldest does.' He mumbled under his breath.

If he had an accomplice within both sides, he would have been able to easily manage both, but he was completely alone in that house.

Jua Gu groped the crayons in his hand and slowly started to draw on the paper.

Unbeknownst to him, he had drawn the young boy's face on the back of the paper.

'My painting skill has not rusted…' With a smile, he hugged the painting. 'Ah, whatever, I'm gonna sleep.'

His body and mind were completely tired. In just seconds, he fell asleep.

The nurse watched him with a small smile and took a photo of him. "He is asleep." She messaged her master along with the attached photo.

Yong Mao, who had finished his homework, glanced at this message with a small frown. He could clearly see the paper the young man was holding. On it was his face.

He did not know what he felt at that moment but… he simply wanted to cherish it.

He saved the photos into his special folder and went off to sleep.