Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 208 Killing the Cuckoo (23)

When Qi Zhaoyi was found in a private ward in the inpatient department, he was sitting weakly on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He was the only one in the ward. When Yan Zhen pushed the door open and went in, Qi Zhaoyi turned to look at her, but his movements were a beat slow, like a machine that had been without power for a long time and was running slowly due to lack of lubrication.

Yan Zhen walked in, putting on a professional smile: "Mr. Qi, we meet again."

Qi Zhaoyi nodded, not intending to exchange any more pleasantries with her, and took the form from her hand, signing it: "Just put the cake on the table."

Yan Zhen put the things down and glanced at Qi Zhaoyi's neck.

He was too thin; the standard-sized hospital gown hung loosely on him, revealing large patches of skin below the collar, covered in red rashes, just as Yan Zhen had expected.

Is it caused by an allergy?

Did he eat the cake he sent over?

If the cake caused an allergic reaction, why order it again?

Yan Zhen was filled with doubt. He put away the signed receipt and asked, "Sir, was your allergy caused by the cake I delivered earlier?"

Qi Zhaoyi was taken aback by her question, and for a moment his expression was blank, as if the machine had frozen.

After a few seconds, as if he had just understood the meaning of Yan Zhen's words, he nodded slowly and blankly: "Yes."

"If you're allergic, why did you order our cake?"

“It tastes good,” Qi Zhaoyi said. “And I’ve already listed the allergens.”

Yan Zhen: "..."

To be frank, the man in front of her didn't seem like someone who would risk an allergic reaction to food just to have another bite.

Moreover, baking utensils, ovens, and various tools come into contact with eggs and milk, and daily cleaning alone cannot completely eliminate allergens.

Even if allergens are listed, there is still a risk of an allergic reaction if he orders this cake.

Yan Zhen was silent for a while, then suddenly picked up the cake and threw it into the trash can.

The man was stunned by her action and stared at her blankly: "What are you doing?"

“Wait four hours, and I’ll have the studio remake one for you,” Yan Zhen said. “We’ll use a completely new set of baking tools to minimize the risk of your allergens.”

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Qi Zhaoyi to refuse or agree.

Back in the studio, Yan Zhen explained the situation to Wang Jinqiu and disassembled a brand new set of baking tools, asking Wang Jinqiu to make another cake.

Wang Jinqiu felt that she was making a mountain out of a molehill: "I have no objection to dismantling a brand new set of tools, and I can also make another cake, but if this customer places another order in the future, will this set of tools only be kept to serve him alone? Although he placed the most expensive order, the cost is still too high for us."

"Put this equipment on my tab," Yan Zhen said. "Maybe we're doing more than just making a cake."

Wang Jinqiu asked, puzzled, "If you're not making a cake, then what are you doing?"

"Saving a life."

Wang Jinqiu was taken aback.

As evening approached and the sun was about to set, Yan Zhen returned to the hospital with a new cake.

When she jogged into the ward, Qi Zhaoyi had already changed into his everyday clothes and was sitting on the sofa with his packed belongings next to him, looking like he was preparing to be discharged.

"Looks like I made it in time." Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and placed the cake in front of Qi Zhaoyi. "This time, we've completely eliminated your allergens, so you can eat it without worry. Want to try it now?"

Qi Zhaoyi's gaze swept across her face; because she had run so fast, fine beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead and neck.

"I'll do it myself."

Qi Zhaoyi opened the cake packaging ribbon, removed the plastic knife, cut off a piece of cake, and ate it in small bites.

Yan Zhen looked at him: "Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

"If you want to eat it in the future, you can place an order anytime. I'll keep that set of tools for you and only process your orders."

Qi Zhaoyi glanced at her again: "Aren't you losing money?"

"It's worth it. There aren't many customers as generous as you. I need to maintain this relationship well. And I have a feeling you'll place another order in the future."

Qi Zhaoyi pursed her lips: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhen smiled and said, "Intuition. My sixth sense is always very accurate."

Qi Zhaoyi did not respond.

Yan Zhen stayed at the hospital for half an hour, watching Qi Zhaoyi eat a piece of cake without any new allergic reactions, before leaving.

Back in the studio, Wang Jinqiu asked, "How's that client doing?"

Yan Zhen answered truthfully, "It's fine. The cake was delivered, and he ate it."

Wang Jinqiu asked, puzzled, "How did you know he was going to commit suicide?"

Yan Zhen replied half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Intuition. My sixth sense is always very accurate."

When she first saw Qi Zhaoyi, she felt that he was so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) that he seemed to have a deathly aura.

That's something you only see in people who have lost the will to live.

However, she didn't want to meddle in other people's business at that time.

It wasn't until I saw his order and the long list of allergens listed afterward that I understood.

She had the feeling of seeing a person committing suicide reaching out to those on the shore for help one last time before leaping into the abyss.

Having done so many tasks, her experience tells her that occasionally meddling in other people's business, especially those related to the task's target, might bring unexpected rewards.

Of course, if Qi Zhaoyi still decides to end his life after that cake is delivered, she won't feel any regret.

Do your best, listen to destiny.

Another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

The studio received another order from Qi Zhaoyi, this time with the delivery address in the villa community.

Looking at the order receipt, which was over twenty centimeters long, Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

Upon hearing this news, Wang Jinqiu took out her special tools and made a cake.

The deliveryman was still Yan Zhen.

This time, Yan Zhen entered the community without any hindrance. When she arrived at the villa's gate, the black wrought iron gate was wide open, and the withered vines and rose branches on it had been torn down. Qi Zhaoyi, still dressed in strange clothes, was wielding a large broom, sweeping up the fallen leaves all over the garden.

Yan Zhen pressed the doorbell symbolically, and Qi Zhaoyi turned around.

He seemed to be in better spirits than a week ago; his eyes were no longer lifeless, and he even smiled when he saw Yan Zhen.

"come in."

Yan Zhen carried the cake inside and looked around the garden.

With the weather warming up these past few days, green shoots have sprouted from the once withered grass, and the small fountain pool not far away seems to have just been filled with water, the flowing water bringing the whole garden to life.

Even though the garden was full of fallen leaves that hadn't been cleared away, Yan Zhen could still tell that the garden was originally quite beautiful.

Qi Zhaoyi opened the door and led Yan Zhen into the living room.

The living room has a high ceiling, making it a large and spacious space.

The furniture is mostly pink, white, and gold-blue, with velvet curtains, gorgeous paintings, exquisite vases and sculptures as embellishments. The east side has a full glass wall, and the morning sunlight of early spring shines through the glass windows, making the entire living room bright yet lonely.

Yan Zhen noticed that although the villa's decoration was exquisite and romantic, showing the owner's excellent taste, the furniture was covered with a layer of dust, indicating that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.