Also a Scumbag

Hero City, Jiudong Eighth Military Hospital.

In the intensive care unit, the spotless corridor was as cold as an ice cellar.

Han Lu stood there quietly, looking inside through a thick layer of glass.

On the hospital bed, her twenty-five-year-old younger sister lay covered in life-support tubes, looking like a shattered, fragile doll.

This was an internal ward, not open to the public. Those who could stay here were either incredibly wealthy or of high status.

Day after day, week after week.

Han Lu had watched her sister lie here for so long that her repeatedly torn heart had begun to grow numb.

She even had the urge to rush in and end her sister's endless suffering with her own hands.

But the moment this thought arose, it was drowned out by a deeper despair and a reluctance to let go.

What if?

What if there was a miracle?

She pulled a bottle of strong liquor from her pocket, unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and took a large gulp.

The fiery liquid burned her throat, bringing a slight trace of warmth to her freezing body.

She exhaled a breath of white mist, adding a bit of chill to the surrounding air.

Miss Han.

A man in a white doctor's coat walked over. His footsteps were light, yet they still seemed abrupt in the dead silence of the corridor.

It is best not to drink alcohol in the hospital.

Han Lu didn't even bat an eyelid. Her voice was completely devoid of emotion. Dr. Wang, aren't you off work yet?

Dr. Wang pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes hid a barely noticeable hint of nervousness. I am on the night shift tonight, doing routine rounds.

Han Lu finally turned her head, her beautiful eyes falling coldly upon him.

As their eyes met, Dr. Wang unexpectedly felt his mouth go dry.

Then why aren't you doing your rounds, Dr. Wang? What are you standing here for?

That single sentence completely choked back the words of concern Dr. Wang had prepared.

His expression stiffened, and he could only nod awkwardly. I... I just wanted to remind Miss Han that drinking too much is bad for your health.

After saying that, he turned and hurried away as if fleeing.

Han Lu came every week, without fail.

Her neatly tailored outfit, paired with her cold, elegant face, was already a striking sight in this dreary hospital.

As a young and talented doctor in the hospital, Dr. Wang's heart had fluttered the very first time he saw her.

Unfortunately, he had mustered the courage to strike up a conversation several times, and the best result he got was her remembering that his surname was Wang and that he was a doctor.

Nothing more.

Dr. Wang walked to the end of the corridor and was about to push open the fire door when the door at the entrance behind him was pushed open as well.

A young man walked in.

Dr. Wang instinctively frowned, his occupational habit kicking in. Excuse me, visiting hours are already over...

Before he could finish, his voice caught in his throat.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the woman who had always been like an ice sculpture. The moment she saw the young man, a light burst forth in her eyes, almost enough to ignite the freezing corridor.

It was the light of rekindled hope from dead ashes.

The young man walked straight toward Han Lu, a gentle smile hanging on his face.

He came to a stop in front of her.

I am here.

Just three simple words.

Dr. Wang saw that tears were swirling madly in Han Lu's reddened eyes, but she held them back fiercely, only nodding heavily.

That single nod seemed to drain all the strength in her body.

Boom!

In Dr. Wang's brain, an earth-shattering drama of love and hate instantly played out!

So that was it!

No wonder she never gave him the time of day, no wonder her whole being screamed for strangers to keep away!

She had been waiting for him all along!

This young man, who didn't look very old, must be her boyfriend! And the kind of mysterious boyfriend possessing extraordinary skills and immense power!

She came here every week, seemingly in despair, but actually waiting for him to return with hope!

What a perfect drama of a cold, elegant woman and her mysterious young lover rushing towards each other for love!

Dr. Wang felt as if he had uncovered a massive secret, and for a moment, he actually forgot to move his feet.

Ahem. Han Lu looked up, her gaze landing on Dr. Wang.

The look lacked any warmth, sending a chill down Dr. Wang's spine. He felt like a massive, unwanted third wheel.

He smiled awkwardly, found an excuse, and fled in panic. The soft click of the door closing sounded particularly loud in the quiet corridor.

Lin Mo didn't turn around, but his tone carried a hint of teasing.

I bet a dollar that doctor likes you.

The redness in Han Lu's eyes slowly faded. Her voice was as flat as if stating a fact. I know, but he is a normal person.

What is wrong with normal people? Lin Mo finally turned around, looking as if he were standing up for the masses. Do you look down on normal people?

Han Lu raised an eyebrow, a rare, vivid expression appearing on her cold face.

Then she remembered that Lin Mo had three normal people by his side.

He was also a scumbag.

She looked away, gazing at the gray sky outside the window. Her voice revealed a dryness worn down by the years.

I do not look down on anyone. If I had a choice, I would want to be a normal person too.

To be able to be embraced, to feel the sunlight, instead of living like a human-shaped block of ice as she did now.

So you must have blamed your constitution more than once.

Lin Mo's single sentence struck her deepest hidden pain.

His divine sense had already seen right through her.

It had long been said that so-called abilities were merely the manifestation of spiritual roots, and Han Lu's spiritual root was an anomaly among ice spiritual roots: Ultimate Ice.

This kind of ice hurt others, but it hurt oneself even more.

If someone were to take a thermometer and measure her right now, they would be horrified to find that this living, breathing person had a body temperature of less than ten degrees Celsius.

She loved drinking alcohol only because she craved that insignificant bit of warmth, just to make her freezing blood flow a little faster.

Han Lu's shoulders slumped, as if she had stripped away all her disguises.

So what if I hate it? I still have to live like this.

Lin Mo said no more. He raised his hand and reached toward her shoulder.

Han Lu actually didn't like physical contact with others; it made her feel the cold energy inside her being triggered, making her even more uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to step aside to dodge, she found Lin Mo's hand continuing to follow her.

She couldn't help but curse inwardly. No wonder he was entangled with three girls; he was a total scumbag too.

So she took a step back.

However, Lin Mo clearly stood perfectly still, yet that hand seemed to have grown eyes. It followed her again and pressed down on her shoulder with unquestionable authority.

What are you hiding from? Lin Mo curled his lips in disgust. I have no interest in drunks.

Hearing this blunt remark, Han Lu actually breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed she had overthought things.

But what about the hand pressing on her shoulder?

Why was he holding her?

In the next second, a current of warmth she had never experienced before surged out from his palm, domineeringly rushing into her limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, the dark, freezing energy that had accumulated for over twenty years melted away instantly, like snow meeting the scorching sun!