The Chef Rules the Last Days

77: Chapter 75: Did You Kiss?

77: Chapter 75: Did You Kiss?

He gently lifted her chin and was about to cover her with his cold, thin lips.

“Boss!” Jianxiong knocked on the door.

The man’s face darkened instantly as he pulled away from her.

Awakened by the noise, Su Mo rubbed her eyes, “Is Jianxiong here?”

“Yeah,” he said with a darkened face, placing her on the bed before shaking his somewhat numb arm and opening the door.

“Boss, the first batch of crops in the field is ripe…” Jianxiong began enthusiastically but was cut short by the man’s scowl and the chilling air around him, which made his skin crawl, “Uh…

they want you to come celebrate tonight, I’ll be leaving now, you get some good rest, sis.”

Jianxiong felt his hair stand on end, wondering what had upset the boss since he hadn’t done anything wrong.

He shrugged his shoulders and greeted Su Mo before quickly leaving.

“The crops in the field are ripe?” Su Mo sat up on the bed, sounding somewhat pleased.

“Yeah,” Lu Chen replied with a cold face as he closed the door and sat down beside the bed again, “Want to sleep some more?”

“No need, go take a look, I’m feeling much better,” said Su Mo with a smile.

“Yeah,” Lu Chen nodded, feeling slightly regretful.

After sitting beside her a while longer and ensuring she was really okay, he finally left the room.

Left alone in the dorm, Su Mo stretched and prepared to get up, but her heart suddenly clenched violently, causing her to collapse back onto the bed.

She lay there, hands clutching her chest, gasping for air with her mouth wide open.

What’s happening?

Why does it hurt so suddenly…

She gasped for breath, veins throbbing on her forehead, the suffocating pain bringing tears to her eyes.

She tried to call for help, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Her vision flickered, unsure of how much time had passed, the pain in her heart growing stronger with each beat.

“Momo, I’m here, open the door like a good little rabbit,” Zhao Changsheng called from outside with a teasing voice, having waited for Lu Chen to leave before coming to visit.

Faintly hearing her voice, Su Mo struggled to move, trying to fall off the bed and crash onto the floor.

The noise from inside alarmed Zhao Changsheng, and she knocked again, “Su Mo, if you don’t open the door, I’m coming in.”

Still no answer, Zhao Changsheng sensed something was wrong and kicked the door open after stepping back.

The sight of the pale girl lying on the ground made her heart tremble, her seductive voice changing pitch, “Su Mo!”

She ran in and picked up Su Mo’s body, “What happened, how did this happen?”

Su Mo was in so much pain she couldn’t speak, stars dancing before her eyes.

“Damn it, I’m taking you to see a doctor,” Zhao Changsheng kneeled on one knee, scooping her up and rushing downstairs.

Passersby were jostled aside by her, and she turned to one of them, urging, “Go find that bastard Lu Chen.”

“Ah, okay,” the person replied, confused, but quickly ran down the stairs.

Zhao Changsheng kicked open the door to the ground floor where some medical students lived, “Quick, take a look at her!”

Placing Su Mo on a bed, the commotion startled everyone.

The doctor quickly stepped forward, shining a light in Su Mo’s eyes and checking her pulse, “Why is her heartbeat so fast?”

Su Mo turned her eyes away in discomfort.

“The hell do I care what you know, just do something!” Zhao Changsheng stood by the bed, her fox-like eyes nearly spitting fire.

“Arrhythmic patients can easily experience heart failure, we can’t determine the cause without equipment or take action!”

The person shook their head helplessly.

“Who did you say had heart failure?

I’ll smash your mouth!” Zhao Changsheng got furious, with lightning crackling in his hand.

A man rushed to the fields urgently, “Team Leader Lu, Miss Zhao said that Su Mo is not doing well!”

Lu Chen’s heart contracted, and a plump little red sweet potato rolled onto the ground.

The next second he had already dashed out.

The person by his side, Jianxiong, was so scared that he hurried to follow.

By the time Lu Chen arrived after getting the message, he was met with the scene of Zhao Changsheng causing a commotion in the dormitory.

“Enough!” He barked coldly, his whole body emanating a frosty chill.

He strode to the bedside, his slender fingers caressing Su Mo’s crumpled, pale little face with a pained expression in his eyes, “What happened?”

She had been fine when he left.

Su Mo couldn’t answer him, just kept whimpering in pain.

“You should ask yourself that.

If I hadn’t discovered her in time, she would have died in her room!” Zhao Changsheng walked back and forth in the room with long strides, clearly agitated.

Li Qian also arrived after hearing the news.

“The problem now is, we don’t have the medication for treating the heart rate, not to mention basic medical equipment,” he said.

With several big shots from the prison present, the medical students and doctors were shaking with fear, continuously explaining.

“Make a list of what you need, and I’ll find it,” Lu Chen said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Su Mo immediately grabbed his arm and struggled to utter two words, “Don’t…

go.”

“Be good,” the man tried to pull his hand away, worry in his eyes, “I’ll be right back, it won’t take long.”

Su Mo wouldn’t listen, clinging to him and stuttering, “Don’t…

want.”

It hurt a lot, but she had a vague sense that this was definitely not some heart rate irregularity.

She had never heard about having a heart disease from a young age.

If Lu Chen went, it would be a wasted trip.

She couldn’t let him take the risk.

“Sis, your life is important.

We’ll be back in no time,” Jianxiong stepped forward to persuade her, his rough, square face furrowed with worry.

“Wait a little longer…

give me some time,” Su Mo insisted, holding onto Lu Chen, her fingertips turning white as she refused to let him go.

Seeing her act as if facing death without fear, and knowing that her situation was a bit special, he had no choice but to sit down on the bed and hold her in his arms, sighing helplessly, “Then we’ll wait a bit longer.”

“Boss!” Jianxiong was somewhat puzzled, but catching the frosty look in the man’s eyes, he stopped himself and sighed heavily.

Zhao Changsheng pulled over a chair and sat down beside.

Li Qian went to fetch some hot water, keeping it by her side at all times.

As time ticked by second by second, things turned out just as Su Mo had mentioned—the feeling slowly faded away, and she could breathe again.

Lu Chen took the warm water that was brought over and gave Su Mo a sip.

She felt much better, and her heartbeat also started to stabilize.

“Much better,” she said, leaning against Lu Chen and giving them a smile.

The doctor who had been watching over her came forward to check again, feeling her pulse before saying, “It might have been an acute episode of angina.

For now, focus on resting and having a light diet, and let’s see how it goes.”

He gave some precautions and then fell silent.

“You scared me to death,” Zhao Changsheng sat by her side, her seductive face full of grievance.

Who knew how painful her heart was when she saw Su Mo on the ground.

“Did sis have a heart condition before?

How come I’ve never heard about it?” Jianxiong scratched his bald head, wondering.

“No,” Su Mo shook her head.

She also didn’t know exactly what was going on for the moment.

It didn’t hurt much now, but an involuntary sense of panic was rising in her heart.

She pushed it down and said with a smile to Lu Chen, “Carry me back, please.

The doctor said there’s no use for me staying here.”