Chapter 331: Is it never going to end?

No, what are you doing there?

The armed police squadron leader wearing a captain's insignia looked at the second lieutenant crouching by Lu Yang's bed as if he were an idiot.

The second lieutenant glanced past Lu Yang's face and fixed on the heart-rate monitor opposite the bed.

The instrument showed no fluctuation in its readings, which really dampened his spirits.

I want to see if he's awake.

If he were going to wake up, he'd have done it already; what's the point of trying?

I just saw his eyelid twitch and thought he might have woken up.

You're out of your mind—he's suffered such serious injuries, the doctor said he still needs a couple more days; didn't you hear? Go on, come back in two days, and leave the stuff at the head of the bed.

Yes, squadron leader.

The plastic bag was placed at the head of the bed, making a faint rubbing sound.

Their footsteps moved away from the bed, followed by the sound of the hospital room door being shut.

Even so, Lu Yang kept his eyes tightly shut, showing no sign of waking up.

He even strove to control his heart rate, letting his mind wander as much as possible to avoid focusing too hard.

Within a few seconds, Lu Yang felt that damned pressure closing in on him again; although he kept his eyes shut, he could still feel a faint breeze on his nostrils.

It made him itchy and uncomfortable, and he wanted to scratch it, but he dared not move.

At that moment, the armed police second lieutenant stood by Lu Yang's bed like a ghost.

Bent at a ninety-degree angle, almost face-to-face, he stared at Lu Yang.

Every pore, every tiny movement, every change in expression could arouse suspicion.

Theoretically, Lu Yang's heart should be pounding wildly right now, but thanks to the system's enhancement, his self-control has also grown stronger.

So even if he felt nervous inside, the heart-rate monitor would show no change, helping him better disguise himself.

Hey, enough already, you little brat—are you ever going to stop?

No, I clearly saw his eyelid twitch earlier—he shouldn't still be unconscious.

The second lieutenant slowly straightened up, rubbing his chin with a doubtful expression, seemingly trying to figure out what went wrong.

The squadron leader, somewhat speechless, said: 'The facts prove he's not awake—otherwise, with your face practically touching his and blowing air on him, he'd have felt it.'

Second Lieutenant: 'Squadron leader, how about I tell a joke over here? My jokes always crack people up. Ordinary folks couldn't hold back—if he were awake, he'd surely burst out laughing.'

The squadron leader rubbed his head, utterly exasperated: 'How do you have so many issues, kid? Where'd you pick up these bad habits? Hurry up—we still need to go upstairs to discharge Xiao Liu.'

'We'll wait until he wakes up to ask again; the doctor said he at least needs to lie down for two months—do you really think he'll run away?'

Lu Yang on the bed more or less understood.

These two had come to handle discharge paperwork for their comrade.

The one called Xiao Liu was probably the little soldier who got shot in the leg during the earlier sweep against Kui Ge.

The second lieutenant made a gesture asking to wait a moment, then leaned over to Lu Yang's ear to tell a joke.

'Say, what lies beneath a man's knees?'

'What a crappy joke—of course there's gold beneath a man's knees.'

'No.'

The second lieutenant wagged a finger at the squadron leader, then leaned in to Lu Yang's ear and said, begging for a beating.

'Beneath a man's knees...... there's the shin.'

'......'

The squadron leader nearly rolled his eyes to the heavens.

'What the hell kind of joke is this? Hurry up and get lost, quit dawdling.'

'Last one, last one—what did Optimus Prime call himself as a kid?'

'Autobots?'

'Wrong, it's Optimus Prime Baby.'

'......'

The squadron leader glanced at Lu Yang, still showing no reaction on the bed and with a flat ECG, then strode over, grabbed the man's collar, and hauled him away.

'Squadron leader, isn't this funny? Or is it really not funny?'

'I think you should swap places with him—I'll give you a fail and a cracked skull later, so you can get treatment in the hospital!'

Their voices faded into the distance, and this time the hospital room door wasn't closed.

Lu Yang's subcutaneous facial muscles twitched imperceptibly; he thought the notion of a shin beneath a man's knees was actually pretty funny, but he forced himself not to react.

He was genuinely afraid that holding it in might cause internal injury, or worse, make him wet himself—neither outcome would be good.

Heavens above, what sin have I committed to deserve this torment?

The sounds down the hall grew fainter until Lu Yang could almost be certain those two had really left.

But he maintained his previous state—eyes shut, no movement—not for any other reason than to ensure his own safety.

He still couldn't tell why those two had come, but as long as he remained unconscious, he was in absolute safety.

Time ticked by, and Lu Yang lay still on the bed, playing the part of a comatose patient.

Thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes... a full three minutes passed, and Lu Yang still hadn't opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to relax his guard and prepare to open his eyes, two hands suddenly reached out from the foot of the bed.

The two armed police, like drowned ghosts, silently poked their heads out from the foot of the bed and used their fingers to tickle Lu Yang's soles.

At the moment their fingernails scraped his soles, Lu Yang felt he was about to break; he had thought only one of them had a screw loose, but now it seemed both belonged in a psychiatric ward.

They won't even leave, and they're still digging into his arches!

For someone who hates being tickled, this is practically a death sentence!

Lu Yang was tormented all over, able only to repeatedly recall the most painful things of this life and his previous life, over and over!

The Company Commander finished scratching his foot, habitually swiped under his nose and sniffed; fortunately there was no smell: "You see, I said it was impossible for him to be awake—how could he be awake and show no reaction?"

The Second Lieutenant stood up, looking at Lu Yang on the bed with no response, and scratched his head in puzzlement.

But as he turned his head, he realized that this finger had just scratched Lu Yang's sole, which was really unsanitary.

He rubbed his chin with his hand, brows tightly furrowed, and said: "How strange, my sixth sense has never been wrong—why did it fail this time?"

The Company Commander slapped him impatiently: "Enough, we've played and fooled around; let's get down to business. When the superior asks later, just say he hasn't woken up yet. As for that matter..."

Lu Yang hastily perked up his ears, wanting to confirm exactly what that matter was.

But this guy, like he couldn't finish urinating, stopped talking mid-sentence.

This left Lu Yang feeling an itch in his heart, wishing he could pry open the guy's mouth, reach in, and drag out the rest of the words.

The ward door closed again; following the saying "nothing happens three times," the two should really have left this time.

But Lu Yang thus completely gave up, deciding to simply keep this state.

Anyway, his injury hasn't healed; it's better to stay still than to move, and this way he can recover faster.

As for why those two were tormenting him, he didn't bother to think about it; there was really no need to waste mental energy worrying about something that hadn't happened.

Soon after, Lu Yang fell asleep; his sleep quality was good, and he didn't snore.

I don't know how long he slept, but in a daze he seemed to hear the ward door being pushed open again.

Judging by the sound, it was neither a nurse nor a doctor?

Lu Yang, eyes tightly shut, felt like he was about to break: "Damn it, is this never going to end?"