I'm not a drama god

"Mr. Lin...is it you who has returned?"

A faint sound came from the bed. The boy struggled to sit up, and dim light streamed in from the window behind him... In the hazy light, a white bandage stained with blood was wrapped around his eyes.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Ling felt a jolt in her heart, and she froze on the spot like a statue.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Sir, please don't come near me, stay away... I have several viruses on me, and you will get infected."

Kong Baosheng tilted his head, as if listening to the noise at the door. He seemed to have recognized the figure outside the door. After all, at this time, the only person Li Qingshan could bring here was Chen Ling... He spoke weakly, his tone full of worry.

Chen Ling's hands clenched silently beneath his sleeves. He took a deep breath and, as if he hadn't heard Kong Baosheng's reminder at all, slowly walked towards the bed.

Hearing Chen Ling approaching, Kong Baosheng was at a loss. He carefully moved backward, wrapped in his blanket, as if trying to keep a safe distance from Chen Ling.

"Sir, please don't come any closer, my disease is highly contagious..."

"Don't be afraid." Chen Ling's deep voice interrupted him directly, "If these viruses can even infect me, then all of humanity would probably be extinct."

Chen Ling is a calamity, the strongest creature in the world. He eats the poisonous insects in the Ghostly Abyss like snacks. What virus could possibly infect him?

Upon hearing Chen Ling's response, Kong Baosheng was slightly taken aback...

Then a faint smile squeezed out from the corners of his pale mouth:

"As expected of a teacher."

These five words were Kong Baosheng's expression of admiration, but in Chen Ling's heart, they were like five thorns. An indescribable pain and guilt welled up from the depths of his heart. He sat by the window, staring blankly at Kong Baosheng for a long time, before softly asking:

"Baosheng, what happened to your eyes?"

"Well... I got sick, and one of the viruses attacked my eyes." Kong Baosheng's voice trailed off as he added, "But it's actually not too bad, it doesn't hurt that much, it's just... I can't see."

Chen Ling gently reached out her hand, her fingertips touching Kong Baosheng's bandaged eye. The latter immediately recoiled slightly as if he had been electrocuted.

In the dim light, Chen Ling's gaze was incredibly complex.

"Excuse me, sir," Kong Baosheng broke the silence.

"I prepared that invitation and asked Mr. Li to deliver it to you... Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to invite you back while I could still see things clearly... I wanted you to see what Jinghong Tower looks like now."

“I had been reading the newspapers, and I knew that you were very capable and busy with many things… I thought that perhaps if you could spare even a few hours, it would be helpful. After all, you gave me hope back then, and without you, there would be no Jinghonglou today…”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Baosheng,” Chen Ling said softly. “It is I who should apologize to you… I’m late.”

Chen Ling's apology was sincere. He hadn't expected that the invitation letter represented Kong Baosheng's last glimmer of hope... Perhaps he just wanted to invite him back before he could see completely, so that, as Li Qingshan had said, he could witness the glory of the opera house under Kong Baosheng's control.

Unfortunately, he missed it in the end. When he rushed over, there was only an empty theater and a completely blind Kong Baosheng.

"I'm already so happy that you're back, sir." A smile appeared on Kong Baosheng's lips beneath his bandages.

"Actually, I had prepared several programs for that day. I even wrote a script myself and invited the best actors in this region to perform for you..."

“I’m back now,” Chen Ling said earnestly. “I have plenty of time to take my time.”

Kong Baosheng shook his head, a bitter look appearing on his face:

"Sir... those actors have been dying one after another in the past few days."

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

Kong Baosheng sat on the bed, his head slightly bowed.

"Sir, Jinghong Tower is still the same Jinghong Tower, but the Cangyun Realm is no longer the same mortal world it once was... Now, people are dying everywhere, and even I... probably don't have much time left."

“No.” Chen Ling grabbed his hand. “Baosheng, you won’t die… I will find a way to cure your illness. You’re only a teenager, you’re still young, and Jinghong Tower still needs you.”

Kong Baosheng felt the warmth from the palm of his hand, and the smile on his pale face grew even brighter. It was as if he had fulfilled his wish, and even the sickly aura around him seemed to have lessened...

He did not respond to Chen Ling's words, but instead spoke gently:

"Sir, your room has been reserved for you, still in its original location..."

"I'm too exhausted to cook. I've stocked up on some dry food in the kitchen. If you're hungry, you can have some... but it certainly won't taste as good as what I make myself, so please don't mind."

Saying these few words seemed to have exhausted all of Kong Baosheng's strength, and he was feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Chen Ling noticed his exhaustion but didn't say anything more. She simply told him to rest well before leaving the room.

Li Qingshan had been waiting outside the room for a long time.

This was the first time Li Qingshan had seen Chen Ling look so sorrowful and lost. He could roughly guess what the two had talked about, and after a soft sigh, he offered words of comfort:

“Brother Chen, Baosheng and I both know that something must have happened to prevent you from coming to the performance… You don’t need to feel too guilty. Really, Baosheng is already very happy to see you.”

How long has he been sick?

"It must have been... a month and a half."

Have you seen a doctor?

“I’ve seen it. I even used my privileges to take him to the Divine Doctor Path in the Hidden Cloud Realm… But they’re already frantic. They say there are at least thirty kinds of viruses circulating throughout the Hidden Cloud Realm, and they’re iterating too fast. Bao Sheng is infected with at least three different viruses, so even they can’t do anything about it.”

Chen Ling took a deep breath, nodded to indicate that she understood, and then her wheelchair gently floated up, ascending the stairs directly to the second floor of the theater. This brand-new Jinghong Theater was indeed much better than the one in the mortal world; Chen Ling's wheelchair did not make any harsh creaking noises as it moved across the floor.

When he arrived on the second floor, he opened a door to a room with practiced ease, and everything familiar came into view once again.

Seeing this perfectly replicated room, Chen Ling's gaze deepened. He sat down on the bed, his thoughts swirling and racing off in a certain direction...