21st Century Necromancer

Chapter 339 - 336 New Year (Request for Monthly Tickets, Request for Subscriptions)

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For Chinese people, no matter when or where, the New Year holds a unique and immense significance. For many, it is the most important day of the year, and if not the most important, it is certainly among the top.

For Chen Yu, who spends his year abroad, this day is the only festival he gets to celebrate at home, which also gives it a special meaning for him.

No one needed to urge him; he got up exceptionally early today.

"No one woke you up today, why didn’t you sleep in a bit longer?" Chen Yu’s mother, bustling in the kitchen, couldn’t help but ask as she saw Chen Yu coming over to help.

Rolling up his sleeves, Chen Yu stood next to his mother and answered with a smile, "It’s New Year’s Day, do you need any help with anything?"

"Help me wash the vegetables." Chen Yu’s mother had a pile of tasks to do today, and seeing Chen Yu offering to help, she naturally began to instruct him on what to do.

Without any questions, Chen Yu walked to the sink, looked at the various vegetables, took a basket, and turned on the faucet to start washing them.

"If it’s cold, use hot water to wash. Don’t catch a cold on New Year’s Day," said Chen Yu’s mother, concerned for her son when she saw him using cold water.

However, for Chen Yu, cold or hot water didn’t make much difference to him. He wouldn’t have any problem washing vegetables with cold water in this weather, but since his mother had spoken, he still turned the tap to hot water.

While Chen Yu was washing the vegetables, Jounouchi Hiromi also woke up, and she couldn’t help but be surprised by Chen Yu’s early rise today. Since coming back to China with Chen Yu, apart from the day when he had a sleepless night performing emergency surgery, he almost always slept in until nearly noon, just in time for lunch.

While Chen Yu’s family was joyfully preparing for the New Year, Zhu Yiting’s mood today was not very good. After all, it was a time for celebration, and her husband was lying in the hospital waiting for a lifesaving surgery—such a situation would not bring smiles to anyone’s face.

Nevertheless, Zhu Yiting still specially prepared some of Wang Jiancheng’s favorite dishes, which he could still eat, and also made dumplings. She packed everything in a thermal lunchbox, hoping that, even in the hospital, he could feel a bit of the New Year atmosphere.

But when she entered the ward carrying the thermal box, Wang Jiancheng was in a rage.

"I knew it, he doesn’t want to operate on me! He just wants me to die!" Wang Jiancheng shouted loudly while hitting the bed with his hands. Although the nurse tried to calm him down, his stream of curses couldn’t be stopped: "What latest cancer drugs, what collaborative experimental treatment, it all just boils down to using me like a lab rat for experiments!

I knew it, his conscience changed after he went to Japan! Definitely learned from Unit 731, wanting to use us Chinese as guinea pigs for his experiments! I won’t fall for his tricks! Even if I have to die, I’ll die right here, I’ll jump from here, but I will not accept his treatment!

It’s just liver cancer, there are plenty of experts in the country who can operate on me. If he can’t cure it, can’t someone else? I’m going to call my friends in Beijing right now to help, to get an expert from Xiehe to save me!"

Seeing Wang Jiancheng’s mad demeanor and his attempt to throw things—only failing because he couldn’t find anything handy at the moment—Zhu Yiting couldn’t hold back her anger and yelled at him, "What are you raving about now!"

"Tingting! Chen Yu is trying to kill me! He wants to experiment on me!" When Wang Jiancheng saw Zhu Yiting enter, he cried out to her in panic, fear and confusion on his face as if he were insane.

Seeing her husband in such a state was more than Zhu Yiting could bear. She roared back at him, "Shut up! The whole ward can hear you wailing! You’re not dead yet!"

At Zhu Yiting’s shout, Wang Jiancheng instantly deflated, shrinking back onto the bed, muttering, "I’m the patient, why are you yelling at me... I bet you’ve rekindled your old flame with Chen Yu and now want to murder your husband."

Hearing Wang Jiancheng’s muttering and seeing the peculiar and inexplicable look in the eyes of the nurse nearby, Zhu Yiting took a deep breath, forced herself not to get angry, reminded herself that he was a patient and not to stoop to his level, suppressed her own fury, and then asked the senior doctor standing to the side, who originally came to explain the situation to Wang Jiancheng, "Director, what on earth is going on, what kind of fit is he throwing now?"