Only after charging into a room did Long Aotian finally stop.
Lu Chengwen was sitting on the edge of the bed while a pretty young nurse fed him medicine.
Lu Chengwen wore a smile. "How old are you? Got a boyfriend? If you're looking for someone, you've got to find someone rich. Don't marry some broke loser."
"I have a boyfriend. He works very hard."
"What good is hard work?" Lu Chengwen said. "When you date, you've got to look at financial strength and looks. What do you think of my looks?"
The nurse gave an awkward smile. "Lie down properly. It's time for your IV."
Long Aotian breathed another sigh of relief, then immediately flared up again. "I was looking for you all over the damn place! And you were here hitting on a nurse!?"
Lu Chengwen turned to look at Long Aotian. "It's not like there's anyone else here to hit on! How did you end up like this?"
Long Aotian lowered his head and looked at himself. Fair point.
The Long Aotian right now had torn pants, bare feet, wounds all over his body, and was so thin his features had changed.
Long Aotian walked up to him and, without another word, took his pulse first, muttering under his breath.
"I heard you went crazy the moment you came down, hitting everyone you saw? Heh, useless piece of dim sum. Look at your Senior Disciple Brother—nothing wrong with me at all."
Lu Chengwen looked at him, and a wave of emotion surged through his heart.
Once, Long Aotian had been his mortal enemy, the source of his fear, someone he had to stay away from no matter what.
Later, he had to fight him, compete with him. In his dreams, he had wished Long Aotian would get