Basically, Yang Yuhui had a small stroke.

  The traditional Chinese medicine doctor prescribed many kinds of traditional medicine and told Yang Yuhui to go back home and nurse his health.

  Yang Yuhui was angered to death. He just wanted his face to become a bit more normal. Not only did he have drool flowing out uncontrollably out of the corner of his mouth, his mouth had also become crooked.

  Although the crookedness wasn’t serious, it seriously affected his image. He wanted to establish himself in the entertainment circle in the future. Even if he wasn’t the most handsome man in the world, he still had to look normal at the very least.

  When Yang Yuhui tried to talk, his tongue would get tied up in knots and it would feel as if he had a mouthful of water inside his mouth. It was extremely hard to talk. As soon as he opened his mouth, saliva would flow out.

  How could he negotiate business with people when he was like this?

  Yang Yuhui was so anxious that his facial muscles twitched a few times. He spit out the saliva in his mouth. “Is there… a faster method?”


  Yang Yuhui felt like there were ants and insects crawling on his face. His face felt so itchy that he wanted to die. He couldn’t relieve the itchiness even if he scratched it.

  This kind of itch was an itch of the heart. It was too uncomfortable.

  “This kind of disease comes quickly, but it’s not easy to cure,” said the traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

  Yang Yuhui’s heart spasmed in pain. How many opportunities would he miss this time? Not to mention he had been reborn.

  His hands were swollen, so he couldn’t write drafts. His mouth was crooked, so he couldn’t speak clearly.

  How in the world would he be able to write drafts?

  Yang Yuhui felt an unprecedented despair. This despair made Yang Yuhui extremely panic-stricken.

  After being reborn with great difficulty, he got this strange disease before he could even do anything.

  What was the meaning of his rebirth? Did the heavens just want to play around with his life?

  He had spent the entirety of his last life in disappointment and frustration. Even though he had a search system this life, he was still plagued with disasters.

  The heavens were evil!

  Yang Yuhui returned to his apartment, trembling all over. The chills were very violent, and alternated between hot and cold.

  Yang Yuhui laid down on the bed and wrapped himself up in the blanket.

  The corners of his mouth were slightly crooked, and his facial features looked grotesque.

  Yang Yuhui felt severe pain in his hands. They were scalding, as if they had been boiled. The swelling was so severe that he couldn’t even bend his fingers.

  Yang Yuhui picked up the phone with difficulty and called Fang Menghan.

  Yang Yuhui couldn’t even speak clearly now. Drool flowed out of the corners of his mouth as he said with difficulty, “Come… come here.”


  On the other end of the phone, Fang Menghan couldn’t make out Yang Yuhui’s indistinct words at all. She checked the caller ID again.

  It was really her senior brother. Had he pressed the wrong button? She shouted, “Senior Brother, are you there?”


  When Yang Yuhui heard Fang Menghan’s words, he leaned over the edge of the bed and spit out the saliva in his mouth. Then, he roared loudly, “I said come over!”


  Unexpectedly, he said this sentence really well. The words were very articulate.

  Fang Menghan bit her lip before packing her bag and going to Yang Yuhui’s house.

  Ning Shu leaned against her computer chair and watched as Fang Menghan left to go to Yang Yuhui’s place. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a mistake last night.

  Could it be that it was too dark out so she didn’t prick the right acupuncture points? Why did it sound like Yang Yuhui was perfectly fine?

  If she had failed this time, Yang Yuhui would definitely be on his guard and she wouldn’t have another chance to attack.

  Pity.

  Translator: Lili

  Translator: Kaho