He Fang, under the guidance of the nurse, was given a wheelchair. He pushed it out the door to fetch the deliveryman. The deliveryman was tall and burly. Yet, when seated in the simple, makeshift wheelchair, he looked rather pitiful. Just as He Fang was about to step forward to push him, he noticed that the young nurse who had followed along had already moved behind the deliveryman, firmly preventing him from even touching the handles of the wheelchair.
He Fang was momentarily stunned. Was the young nurse worried he might try to steal the wheelchair? He immediately followed alongside her.
“Where does the patient feel unwell?” the young nurse asked as she pushed the deliveryman forward.
Although the deliveryman had reportedly been struck on the leg, he now looked as if he had already recovered. His mental state seemed unaffected, and he was clearly conscious. He Fang waited for him to explain his condition to the nurse, but instead, the deliveryman sat there with a cold expression, eyes fixed straight ahead, looking for all the world like a sculpture incapable of thought. All the liveliness and expressiveness he usually showed had completely vanished.
He Fang’s heart gave a jolt. Could it be that he really had sustained a serious injury, and now the pain was so intense that he’d lost his senses? Could it be… a broken bone?
“He…” He Fang lowered his head, eyes locked onto the deliveryman as he spoke to the nurse beside him, “delivering food… flipped over, crushed his leg.”
With just a few words, he simply described the deliveryman’s condition. And to make sure the young nurse could hear clearly, He Fang deliberately raised his voice.
“Alright, then please follow me.” The young nurse, fully committed to her duties, led He Fang while pushing the deliveryman along.
He Fang was a little dazed. In a situation where medical resources were so scarce, could they still spare a nurse to personally guide them one-on-one through the examination?
He Fang barely had to do anything the entire time. The deliveryman had his ID, wallet, and phone with him, everything one could possibly need. The young nurse was swift and efficient, never wasting a second. He Fang followed beside her and suddenly thought. Could it be because this was a small city? The medical staff here seemed especially warm and considerate.
He Fang had been to the hospital quite a few times. Not because of any physical illness, but because of his mental health issues. His parents had been worried sick about his social anxiety, but no matter what they did, it just couldn’t be cured. He had been hospitalized many times, yet each time ended with no success. He still remembered the psychologist who had treated him. No matter how gentle that doctor was, He Fang simply couldn’t let down his guard. He would even get so nervous during one-on-one sessions that he’d nearly faint. In the end, he had an allergic reaction and had to be taken back home.
But perhaps it was because he was worried about the deliveryman that, this time, He Fang followed the entire way. He could see the young nurse’s focused expression. Unlike his usual habit of only looking at hands, He Fang quietly lifted his gaze to look at the nurse’s face, and found her eyes to be exceptionally beautiful, big and round, impossibly cute. He couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of her face looked like under that mask.
But still…
He Fang vaguely felt something was off. He had once visited a hospital in “Ruins Without Restart”. To his surprise, its layout was almost identical to this one. Back then, he had simply copied the model of a hospital from his small hometown and placed it into “Ruins Without Restart”. Surely the interior design wouldn’t have needed to be created by players, too, right? But now, seeing how similar it was, he couldn’t help but wonder. Could the “Ruins Without Restart” algorithm be so advanced that it could even deduce the interior design of a hospital?
Still… he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was odd. All the medical staff seemed incredibly busy. He had already seen multiple nurses and doctors rushing past him with anxious faces, their steps hurried, almost frantic, like they were under immense pressure.
With the young nurse’s help, everything, from registration, payment, and X-rays, was done in one seamless process. It all went quickly. He Fang didn’t even need to carry the scan himself. He simply followed the nurse to see the doctor. Since it was nighttime emergency care, only the on-duty doctor was present. The whole hospital felt rather empty.
He Fang breathed a sigh of relief. If it had been daytime, with the hospital packed full of people, he might have found it terrifying. He couldn’t even imagine how overwhelming it would’ve felt to be in such a crowd.
After looking at the scans, the doctor said that the deliveryman had only suffered a sprain. He just needed to apply cold compresses at home, buy some bandages to wrap the ankle, and rest for a while. He didn’t even need any medication. In the end, the whole process barely cost anything. When He Fang and the deliveryman walked out together, He Fang finally let out a breath of relief.
“It’s such a relief that you’re okay.” He Fang let out a breath. This sentence wasn’t directed at the delivery man, but at himself. The delivery man’s accident had, to some extent, been related to him. He had truly been worried that something might have gone wrong with the man’s leg.
The deliveryman, after all, made a living through physical labor. If he ended up with a limp, it would affect so many things.
He Fang bent down in front of the wheelchair. “Get on, I’ll carry you.”
Suddenly, He Fang faintly heard the sound of teeth grinding. He looked around in confusion, puzzled. There was nothing there. Why was he hearing such a strange sound?
At that moment, the young nurse felt like she was about to cough up blood. Let the Creator carry him? What kind of absurd treatment was this for the damn Divine Lord?! A sprain? Even if that Divine Lord sculpture were crushed into powder, it could reassemble itself. Now he was letting the Creator carry him?
The nurse’s glare at the deliveryman was practically spitting fire, her eyes filled with two unmistakable words. Reject him!
However, the deliveryman half-squinted his eyes and revealed a very smug smile. Then, standing up on one foot, he leaned over and flopped onto He Fang’s back. He even turned his head to glance provocatively at the young nurse. In that instant, the fire in the nurse’s eyes nearly burned him into pieces. If looks could kill, he would’ve been torn limb from limb on the spot.
The Creator’s frame was, after all, slender and weak. With the deliveryman’s tall and sturdy body weighing down on him, He Fang looked even more pitiful, like he was about to be crushed flat. This made the young nurse’s heart ache terribly. She pinched herself hard, forcing down any unnecessary expressions from appearing on her face. But her other hand was clenched so tightly on the wheelchair handle that she nearly crushed it.
As the Creator’s figure disappeared into the distance, the nurse dejectedly returned to the front desk. The on-duty nurse slumped over the desk in frustration. At this moment, the man who had been lurking in the corner, quietly observing, finally stepped out. He was a man of gentle, upright bearing, exuding scholarly refinement. He walked up to the front desk and looked in the direction He Fang had left.
“Did the Creator notice anything unusual?” Bai Fu asked, his eyes on the now-relaxed front desk nurse.
The young nurse straightened up and replied with a tone full of grievance, “No. The Creator is still clearly terrified of communication. From beginning to end, he only spoke to me about the Divine Lord’s condition. Even while walking with me, he didn’t once lift his head.”
Bai Fu felt a bit disheartened. Even though they all knew that the Creator was deeply afraid of communication, and even though every one of them was willing to play the role of an NPC just to ensure the Creator wouldn’t be frightened by them, still, when faced with the reality that the revered Creator was so afraid of them, it was impossible not to feel a pang of disappointment.
“But…” the young nurse lowered her gaze, her beautiful, long lashes veiling her round, innocent eyes, “when I wasn’t paying attention, the Creator secretly glanced at my face. And before he left… he looked back. He turned around and told me Thank you.”
The nurse’s words made the eyes of everyone who had been quietly paying attention to this conversation begin to light up with faint, flickering hope. For the Creator, this was already a tremendous change. Maybe in the future, they might witness a Creator who could fully relax in their presence.
Bai Fu looked at the wheelchair that had been pushed back to the desk, his expression filled with complexity, but also with comfort.
Even if it was just a tiny bit, the Creator was changing. All the efforts they had poured in were, little by little, starting to make a difference. Even that infuriating Divine Lord—in his own way—was trying too.
He Fang, meanwhile, was starting to realize that carrying the deliveryman on his back might be a bit… difficult. The deliveryman was simply too big.
But once he had the deliveryman on his back, although it felt extremely heavy, He Fang found that he could surprisingly manage it. He had the strength to endure. He Fang thought it was amazing. Had those three years of being a shut-in not made him weak like he’d expected, but actually made him stronger?
“Can you get down? Careful,” He Fang said, carefully lowering the deliveryman to the ground on his uninjured leg, then helped him sit onto the electric scooter. When he saw the delivery box mounted on the back, his expression turned a bit bitter. “Um… are we really… going to deliver food now?”
“Yeah, we’ve already lost a lot of time. I should be able to go make the delivery now. If you’re not coming, I can just go by myself. I can still ride a scooter with only one leg. When I get to the building, I’ll just ask the customer to come down and pick it up,” the deliveryman replied, clearly very optimistic.
He Fang glanced at the deliveryman. His spirits had completely recovered. Under the night’s glow, his fair skin had been tinged pink by the cold evening wind. The neatly braided hair, now somewhat disheveled from all the commotion, had several loose strands playfully sticking out and fluttering. Under the streetlight, they shimmered like they were almost translucent.
Without realizing it, He Fang tugged at his scarf. But his gaze had already shifted to the tips of the deliveryman’s ears, reddened from the cold. As if compelled by some invisible force, he took off his hat and placed it gently on the deliveryman’s head.
“I’m not cold,” the deliveryman said instinctively. But He Fang reached out and pulled up the collar of his jacket to block the wind. Because of this small gesture, the deliveryman’s gaze softened considerably. He pressed the hat down a little lower, wrapping it around his ears, then looked up with a smile as he sat on the electric scooter. “Hubby, you’re so sweet.”
Although they had already cleared the game long ago, the deliveryman still seemed to love using the word hubby to address him. Probably because he had grown used to hearing it back during the game, He Fang had never refused it.
The deliveryman had three deliveries left. On the way, he had already messaged the customers, explaining the situation and letting them know that he could deliver now, asking if they preferred a refund or if they were okay with him bringing it over late. Surprisingly, despite the long delay, all the customers responded that they were fine with waiting and that it was okay if the food came a little late.
He Fang rode the small electric scooter at a slow speed, worried that any jolt might hurt the already injured deliveryman. Fortunately, in a small city this late at night, there weren’t any traffic checks. Otherwise, they definitely would’ve been fined.
When they arrived at the first stop, He Fang offered to go upstairs and deliver the food himself. But to his surprise, the customer was already waiting at the entrance of the building. After receiving the food, they exchanged a few words with the deliveryman. The deliveryman responded with his usual sunny charm, chatting with ease. And although the customer was speaking to him, their gaze landed on He Fang a few times.
He Fang immediately lowered his head, but then he heard the customer say, “Please wait here for a moment, just wait for me.”
The customer went upstairs. He Fang and the deliveryman looked at each other in confusion. A minute later, the customer came back down. Not only did he place the food delivery aside, but he was also holding a pair of gloves, which he held out in front of He Fang.
He Fang hadn’t brought gloves with him when he left. Gripping the scooter handles in the cold night wind, his hands were indeed freezing.
He Fang wanted to refuse, but under the customer’s insistent urging, he accepted the gloves. Right there in front of the customer, he put them on. The inside of the gloves was incredibly soft and warm. It felt luxurious, definitely not cheap. He Fang’s face flushed red. In the end, all he could do was say thank you. Even when he offered to pay for them or return them later, the customer firmly refused.
As He Fang got back on the scooter and continued the deliveries, his expression became more and more complicated. At the next stop, the customer gave them a warm drink. At the third, they received two hand warmers.
By the time they returned home, He Fang’s expression was still blank with disbelief. He had never imagined that just going out to help deliver food would lead to so many “kind encounters”. It was completely unlike the world he knew.
Was this really real?
He had wanted to step out and experience reality. But now, reality felt surreal.
“Husband, your expression looks really strange.” The deliveryman said from the side.
He Fang turned his head. He suddenly said, “When I first came here, it was actually from something I saw online.”
“Hm?” The deliveryman tilted his head.
“Online, it said that the rent here is cheap, the area is vast and sparsely populated, the pace of life is slow, and the food delivery and courier services around here are relatively developed, so I came. Back then, I didn’t have much money…” He Fang bent down, intending to carry the deliveryman on his back, but the deliveryman didn’t let him. Instead, he wrapped an arm around He Fang’s shoulder for support.
“And then?” The deliveryman hopped along beside He Fang.
He Fang thought back to when he had just arrived here. Although it was like being blind in both eyes, since he was the type who didn’t need to go out, he could just casually find a neighborhood and rent a place that wasn’t too expensive. Luckily, he had found this one.
“I moved in directly at the time. Even though there was only very simple furniture, it was enough to use. After I moved in, I never went out again. The only people I had contact with were the landlord and the property management.”
So, He Fang had never once interacted with anyone from the small city.
Could it be that the people in the small city are really this cheerful?
“Hmm?” The deliveryman tilted his head slightly, seemingly not understanding what He Fang was struggling with.
“It’s just… it feels like everyone is a good person.” He Fang lowered his eyes. So good it was almost as if they weren’t real people.
He Fang thought the deliveryman would surely say a lot of big, comforting things, such as talk about how great the outside world was, how there was a lot of kindness between people, and how he shouldn’t be afraid of the world beyond.
But the deliveryman didn’t say a word. He just reached out and ruffled He Fang’s hair. When He Fang looked up in confusion, what he was met with… was a soft, faint smile.
He Fang didn’t know what he was smiling about.
But staring at that handsome face, He Fang couldn’t say anything at all.
He Fang half-supported the deliveryman onto his bed and turned on the air conditioner. As the deliveryman felt the change in temperature, he very naturally began taking off his clothes.
“?” He Fang looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“I have to shower before getting in bed,” the deliveryman said.
“You can shower in your condition?” He Fang felt this was a bit unreliable.
“I can. I just need that little stool,” the deliveryman replied, referring to the only small stool in He Fang’s room.
“Do you need me to help you?” He Fang followed behind, somewhat worried. But the deliveryman stood up on his own, using the nearby table, chairs, and walls for support. To He Fang’s surprise, he managed to hop and move around quite easily, looking like he didn’t need any help at all.
He Fang was quite astonished.
“There are lots of things to hold onto in here. Super convenient!” the deliveryman said cheerfully.
He Fang: “……” He couldn’t help but feel like the deliveryman was subtly hinting that his room was small.
He Fang rummaged through his wardrobe and found the clothes the deliveryman had left behind. The person was in the middle of showering, yet they could talk directly like this.
“Do you have any family you can contact?” He Fang asked. In his mind, being injured meant it would be better to have family around to take care of you. The reason he brought the man back today was also to make it easier to look after him.
“No, I’m alone,” the deliveryman’s voice came from the bathroom.
He Fang’s hand paused. Alone? What did that mean? Did it mean he had no family in this city, or… was he an orphan?
He Fang immediately shut his mouth. He felt this wasn’t something he should press further. If the deliveryman wanted to say more, he’d surely explain it clearly himself.
“Don’t shower too long. It’s bad for your foot,” He Fang said as he knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
“Okay, hubby. Don’t worry!” the deliveryman responded cheerfully.
He Fang stood at the door, feeling complicated inside. It was like… his worry for the deliveryman might have been unnecessary.
But He Fang didn’t think that way. He had already prepared some ice. Once the deliveryman came out, he applied a cold compress to his foot. The swelling was already quite obvious. His fair skin had turned a purplish red from the swelling, shiny and round, looking almost like a pig’s trotter. He Fang couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the deliveryman’s other, uninjured foot.
Though the deliveryman always seemed to enjoy taking off his clothes in front of him, He Fang had never actually taken a good look. Now, all of a sudden, he felt that the deliveryman’s body was flawless in every detail. Other than the important part he hadn’t dared look at closely, everything else was practically perfect.
The deliveryman stared blankly at his own swollen foot, with the plastic bag of ice resting on top of it.
Now that his foot was injured, running deliveries would probably be difficult for at least a week. He Fang wondered if he was feeling worried, and racked his brain trying to come up with something to cheer him up. Yet, before he could say anything, the deliveryman suddenly looked up at him and said, “Let’s have pig trotters tomorrow.”
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