Chapter 755: Old Fan Got Screwed by Yang Three‑Years‑Old

The lights in the ward were turned down to the darkest, leaving only a nightlight in the corner emitting a dim yellow glow.

Lin Dongfan dragged a chair to the bedside, looking at Yang Qing, whose head was wrapped in bandages yet he wore a goofy grin, feeling both annoyed and amused: "You've acted this play…… the whole country is crying for you, even my naïve sweetheart shed tears over the tragedy of your wife and children—repent, you……

That shows my acting is on point.

Yang Qing smugly raised his eyebrows, which tugged at his wound, making him grit his teeth in pain: "Hiss…… but that ceiling light really hit hard, the doctor said it's a mild concussion……

He deserved it.

Lin Dongfan wasn't letting him off with words, yet he got up to adjust the pillow: "If you're really going to pretend to be gravely injured and unconscious, you should at least lie still—what are you showing off for over here?

It's not like we're strangers to each other.

Yang Qing cracked a smile and started showing off again: "Besides, I'm suffocating. I've been playing dead all day with no one to talk to. When those leaders came to visit, I had to hold my breath and pretend to be unconscious—I'm exhausted.

Lin Dongfan glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already half past ten at night.

How long are you planning to keep this up?

Didn't I just say that? It depends on the situation. Also, when you go out, you'd better look grief‑stricken and squeeze out a couple of tears—then they'll believe it more when the news gets out.

I bleed but I don't cry—don't even ask me to shed tears.

So your acting sucks.

Yang Qing rubbed his chest, his brows slightly furrowed, and gave Lin Dongfan a sly look: "Did you bring cigarettes?

Lin Dongfan blinked: "You damn fool, in this condition you still want to smoke?

Just one.

Yang Qing held up a finger, pleading: "I haven't smoked all day—I'm about to burst. It's already past eleven at night; everyone outside has left, no one will come.

Lin Dongfan hesitated.

Yang Qing went on with the act: "Just think—my wife and kids aren't here, I got hit on the head, and now I'm not even allowed a smoke… Pretentious Fan, after all these years of friendship…

Enough.

Lin Dongfan couldn't stand his behavior any longer, fished out a cigarette pack from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it over: "Just one—smoke it quick and then play dead.

Got it!

Yang Qing took the cigarette and skillfully held it between his lips.

Lin Dongfan lit it for him.

Yang Qing took a deep puff, blew out a satisfying smoke ring, and relaxed: "Zhonghua's the easiest to smoke…… you don't know, I usually smoke the twenty‑yuan‑a‑pack kind.

"Who made you marry a wife who knows how to manage a household?" Lin Dongfan laughed.

The two chatted intermittently, the topic drifting from work to life, then to past embarrassments. Yang Qing smoked, his spirits lifting, showing no sign of being a "seriously injured, unconscious" patient.

The cigarette was halfway finished.

The ward door suddenly creaked as someone pushed it open.

At that moment, Yang Qing had the cigarette between his lips, his hand still in the pose of tapping ash; Lin Dongfan sat in the chair, holding a lighter.

Both turned their gazes to the door at the same time, the air seeming to freeze for half a second.

Holy shit!

In the instant the ward door was pushed open, Yang Qing reacted lightning‑fast, shoving the cigarette into the blanket before anyone could cover their ears.

Then he immediately lay flat, closed his eyes, and began feigning unconsciousness.

The whole sequence was as smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Done in one breath!

Lin Dongfan quickly shoved the lighter into his pocket.

The next second, a nurse in a pink uniform walked in with a tray. Seeing the patient lying still, she obviously didn't notice anything amiss.

She set the tray on the bedside table and told Lin Dongfan: "Visiting hours are over; the inpatient wing will lock its doors soon—please leave.

"I'm not leaving tonight," Lin Dongfan said. "My friend is badly hurt; I need to stay with him. If anything happens at night, someone has to see him off…

Hearing the words "see him off," Yang Qing kept up his act of silence on the surface, but inside a hundred thousand "grass‑mud horses" were roaring.

The nurse's tone was cold: "This is a hospital; medical staff are on duty 24/7. Besides, the ICU rules forbid family members from staying overnight.

"I'm not family—I'm his brother, and a brother is closer than kin." Lin Dongfan said solemnly: "Besides, his wife and kids are gone; I'm the only brother he has left—I can't leave.

His words were sincere and heartfelt, even softening the nurse's expression a little.

She glanced at the "unconscious" Yang Qing on the bed, then at the resolute Lin Dongfan, and finally compromised: "Just stay quiet and don't disturb the patient's rest.

"Sure, sure," Lin Dongfan replied repeatedly.

The nurse turned to leave, had just reached the door, then suddenly stopped.

She turned back, wrinkled her nose, sniffed the air, and asked puzzledly: "What's that burnt smell……?

Lin Dongfan's heart skipped a beat—shit, Yang Sansui had hidden the cigarette in the blanket!

Lin Dongfan quickly rose to stand in front of the bed, keeping a straight face: "Maybe it's just that I haven't showered in a few days—I've got a smell.

The nurse eyed Lin Dongfan suspiciously, then glanced at the bed.

Yang Qing lay rigid, his breathing steady (in fact he was holding his breath), the blanket pulled tight, but a tiny spark inside was already spreading.

Seeing smoke beginning to rise.

The nurse jumped back in shock, lunged forward, yanked the blanket aside—a cigarette butt with a live ember fell to the floor, revealing that the bedding had been burned through in a large hole.

But that bastard Yang Qing was truly shameless—he stayed lying there, feigning death, not moving a muscle.

The nurse hastily tossed the bedding onto the floor and stamped out the spark.

Then she picked up the cigarette butt and yelled at Lin Dongfan: "You actually smoked in the ward?! Seeing me come in, you still hid the butt in the patient's nest?! Are you trying to kill him?!

!!!

A big black pot clanged down onto Lin Dongfan's head.

It knocked Lin Dongfan senseless, leaving him dazed and grimacing.

At that moment, he really wanted to drag Yang Qing, that bastard, off the hospital bed and make him explain himself to the nurse sister.

But he couldn't do that.

Helplessly,

Lin Dongfan steeled himself and made a move: "Miss, you're really beautiful, your voice is pleasant, you're the hospital belle, right?"

Don't give me that runaround! Are you trying to burn him to death?!

Although the nurse sister wore a mask, her eyes showed a steadfast sense of justice. She pinched the already extinguished cigarette butt as evidence, trying to get the truth out.

Seeing that she wouldn't yield to either soft or hard approaches.

Lin Dongfan helplessly confessed: "Yeah, this is my fault. I just couldn't help smoking a cigarette. When I was halfway through, you suddenly came in, I panicked and shoved the butt into the blanket. But I really didn't mean to burn him to death; it was purely an accident, he's my brother."

Don't go, save this talk for the police!

The nurse sister obviously didn't believe Lin Dongfan, even treating him as the arsonist in the fire-burning-house case, and immediately pulled out her phone to call the police.