Chapter 2 – Sweetheart from the Sky: The Gentle CEO’s Sweet Kiss (2)
The sleazy man didn’t have much money on him. After paying the taxi fare, Bai Mo was left with almost nothing.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Bai Mo repeated the Bobao system’s translated instructions to the nurse, asking for medical assistance.
The nurse glanced at the dirty, disheveled boy holding a child, her expression filled with disdain. Instead of responding to his request, she asked him to provide an appointment slip.
Bai Mo’s eyes widened in disbelief. ‘In an emergency like this, shouldn’t saving lives come first?!’
“If you don’t have an appointment, go back. The doctors don’t have time for walk-ins.”
Without another word, the nurse turned away, ignoring them completely as she picked up a patient’s medical chart and began attending to someone who had made an appointment.
“Xiao Bobao, this isn’t the kind of hospital you described!”
Bai Mo was frantic. He had no money, no appointment, and had essentially been kicked out by the nurse. The child in his arms was burning up with fever, his little face flushed red as he mumbled incoherently. Bai Mo was so anxious that he had no idea what to do.
“I’m sorry, Mo Mo… Different countries have different systems, so there’s nothing I can do either…”
Bobao was filled with guilt. If it hadn’t transmitted them to the wrong time, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. Failing the mission was one thing, but the worst part was that its energy was too low—otherwise, it could have exchanged for fever medicine to help He Yuning.
“Then is there any other way?”
Holding He Yuning tightly, Bai Mo left the hospital.
“There is… but the cost is huge.”
Bobao hesitated for a moment but eventually revealed the method. It couldn’t bear to see an innocent life fade away before its eyes.
“You can exchange a life force for medicine in the multiverse store, but the price is enormous. Not only does it consume a large amount of vitality, but it also leaves side effects like a weakened body and increased susceptibility to illness.”
Bobao felt awful, and Bai Mo wasn’t any better.
The young boy stared at the recovery medicine in the store, seeing the note below it: 15 years of lifespan required. Behind it, several lines of warnings were listed. Furious, Bai Mo cursed at the multiverse store for being so heartless.
But when he looked at the fragile child in his arms—who, without timely treatment, might suffer irreversible consequences or even lose his life—he clenched his teeth and growled, “Exchange it!”
As his vitality was drained, the pain was excruciating. After the pain subsided, an overwhelming weakness spread through his body, leaving him completely limp.
Seeing that He Yuning’s fever had subsided after drinking the medicine, Bai Mo forced a weak smile and, with great effort, lifted his hand to pinch the child’s chubby cheek.
“You… you just drank fifteen years of my life in one gulp.”
Coming to the human world for the first time, and before he could even enjoy it, he had already lost fifteen years of his lifespan. What a massive loss.
The little boy, no longer in pain, snuggled comfortably in Bai Mo’s arms, murmuring softly.
Suddenly, the warm and secure embrace collapsed.
He Yuning fell on top of Bai Mo. It didn’t hurt, but Bai Mo’s sudden collapse sent a wave of sheer panic through him.
He felt fine now, but the brother who had rescued him from the bad guys had grown weak. He didn’t understand why, but deep down, he knew—once again, Brother Mo had saved him.
The sight of Bai Mo leaning against the wall, struggling to stand, shaking unsteadily, filled He Yuning with deep fear.
“Brother Mo, don’t fall asleep. Let’s call my big brother, okay?”
In He Yuning’s heart, his elder brother, He Yuchi, was a powerful person. As long as his brother was here, no difficulty was insurmountable.
“Yes, Mo Mo! If we call the male lead, we can return home. With He Yuning explaining everything, the misunderstanding will be cleared up!”
Bobao, inspired by He Yuning’s words, immediately began searching for the male lead’s phone number.
Stumbling and staggering, the two made their way to a phone booth on a secluded street, using the last of their money to dial He Yuchi’s number.
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The wait for someone to pick up felt like an eternity. Finally, the call connected.
“Hello? Who is this?”
A deep, soothing male voice came through, as gentle as a flowing stream, making one feel inexplicably at ease. It also briefly cleared the haze clouding the young boy’s mind.
Bai Mo had once been a cherished and pampered snow ferret. But after an unfortunate incident, the one who had spoiled him unconditionally was gone. Left to fend for himself, he learned to be strong—because there was no one to rely on.
But now, the physical and mental exhaustion was breaking down his resilience.
“Why aren’t you here yet? Do you even know that Xiao Ning almost died…?”
Whether influenced by the original host’s emotions or simply because He Yuchi’s voice made him feel safe, Bai Mo—who had only intended to show a little weakness to prevent He Yuchi from holding a grudge—found his voice trembling with suppressed sobs.
The soft, muffled crying on the other end of the line made He Yuchi’s heart clench painfully, as if a million ants were gnawing at his insides, leaving no part of him untouched by agony.
“Tell me… where are you?”
The handsome man, his head wrapped in bandages, clutched his phone in distress. His pale complexion revealed his poor physical condition, and upon closer inspection, his hand—still connected to an IV drip—was trembling slightly.
“Don’t cry, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
“But where… where are you?”
The boy’s voice sounded eerily familiar. As He Yuchi struggled to search his memory, his head throbbed as if struck by a hammer, a dull and relentless pain. He couldn’t remember anything.
Ever since he had been struck on the head and lost consciousness, he had woken up in a hospital, his mind completely blank. The day after he woke, his deeply infatuated, honeymooning parents finally rushed back from abroad.
“Xiao Ning, don’t cry… He Yuchi, hurry… please, hurry…”
The boy’s already fragile spirit was nearing its breaking point. Leaning against the inner wall of the phone booth, he gripped the receiver tightly as his body slowly slid downward. His soft, weakened voice murmured the same plea over and over, growing fainter. His eyelids drooped shut.
The little one watched in horror as Bai Mo, his protector, collapsed. His worst fear had come true. He sobbed even louder, clutching the phone tightly as he cried out to He Yuchi, “Brother, come quickly! Brother Mo is dying…!”
The word “dying” shot through He Yuchi’s mind like a lightning bolt. He abruptly stood up, colliding with the IV stand behind him.
The child’s cries grew more frantic. The boy on the other end of the call had gone completely silent.
Hearing the commotion, the nurses and the He family rushed into the hospital room. When they heard He Yuning’s cries, they immediately grabbed the phone and shouted, “Xiao Ning, where are you? Tell Mommy and Daddy! How are you right now?!”
“Wuuu… Brother Mo , don’t die… don’t die…”
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The call cut off. Their phone credit had run out.
The child’s heart-wrenching sobs struck He Yuchi like a blade to the chest.
The boy… dead?
No. No, that couldn’t be. He wouldn’t die. He couldn’t die!
He Yuchi couldn’t explain the sudden, unbearable pain surging through him. The mere thought of the soft, delicate voice that had called him earlier now in danger made his chest feel like it was being submerged in scalding water. It burned, suffocating him—like a fish out of water, gasping helplessly. The world around him faded away, leaving only the deafening silence of his own panic.
A few seconds later, the man snapped back to reality. He yanked the IV needle out of his hand, tore off his hospital gown, and reached for his own clothes. “Mom, Dad, call the police and have them trace the location of that phone call. Buy me a plane ticket—I’m going to get them.”
At that moment, the He couple felt as if they were seeing their old son again.