Chapter 7: This Kind of Physical Fitness, It’s a Pity Not to Deliver Takeout

“I’m figuring out your grandpa!”

Gu Chen surged up violently.

But he didn’t pounce at Qin Hongyi—right now, he was just a limp shrimp, no match for this woman at all.

His target was the glass infusion bottle on the bedside table, half-filled with saline.

Crash!

Glass shattered.

Qin Hongyi’s pupils shrank sharply, instinctively stepping back half a step: “What are you trying to do? Suicide?”

Gu Chen gripped the sharp half of the glass bottle neck tightly in his hand—his palm instantly cut, blood dripping.

Intense pain.

But this wasn’t enough.

This bit of pain still couldn’t suppress the rampaging beast inside his body.

Gu Chen looked at Qin Hongyi, curling his lips into a cold smile—that smile carrying a ruthless cruelty toward himself.

“Let me teach you what a real man is.”

Before the words fell, he raised the glass shard high—without the slightest hesitation, stabbing viciously down into his own snow-white thigh!

Squelch.

The dull, horrifying sound of blade entering flesh.

“Gu Chen!!!” Qin Hongyi screamed, her high-and-mighty composure instantly crumbling.

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Bright red blood instantly dyed the white hospital pants leg red.

“Uh…”

Gu Chen grunted, his whole body convulsing violently.

Pain.

Heart-drilling, bone-scraping pain.

The glass fragments severed muscle fibers—the sharp stinging like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the nauseating scorching inside his body.

His mind cleared instantly, intelligence taking the high ground.

“Ha… haha…”

Gu Chen tossed aside the bloodied glass, hands propping on the bed edge, panting heavily.

Cold sweat at his temples mixed with blood seeping from his lips—making him look like a shura crawled back from hell, beautiful to the point of heart-stopping.

He slowly lifted his head—that pair of peach-blossom eyes held no trace of haze anymore, only mockery.

“How about it? President Qin?”

Gu Chen’s voice carried ruthlessness. “Clear-headed now. Still want me to beg you?”

Qin Hongyi froze in place.

She looked at Gu Chen, legs covered in blood—looked at those eyes that, even in extreme pain, remained defiant to the core.

In this moment, the contempt and playfulness in her eyes completely vanished.

The man she had hated for ten years, fought for ten years—hadn’t disappeared just because he changed bodies.

Gu Chen’s soul couldn’t be tamed.

“Lunatic… you’re a thorough lunatic…”

Qin Hongyi took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently.

She rushed forward in big strides, pressing hard on Gu Chen’s still-bleeding wound—roaring: “Doctor! Get in here! Stop the bleeding!”

“Don’t touch me.” Gu Chen disdainfully tried to wave her hand away.

“Shut up!” Qin Hongyi backhanded a slap across his face.

This slap wasn’t heavy, but it stunned Gu Chen.

Qin Hongyi pressed hard on his wound—veins bulging on the back of her hand, her eyes surging with some emotion Gu Chen couldn’t understand.

Anger, frustration—and a nearly twisted acknowledgment.

“Gu Qingcheng, you’ve got guts.”

She gritted her teeth, each word like chewed and spat out. “So ruthless to yourself—you win. Tonight, count it as your win.”

The door was slammed open—a group of doctors tumbled in.

“Don’t want to die? Don’t move recklessly.” Qin Hongyi released her hand, palms full of blood—stepping aside, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

In the curling smoke, she watched the doctors fumbling to treat the wound—her gaze flickering.

“Clean the wound, suture.” The doctor sweated profusely, tweezers pulling out a glass shard.

Gu Chen was drenched in cold sweat from the pain—yet he didn’t make a sound, staring fixedly at the ceiling as if that leg wasn’t his.

“No anesthetic.” Qin Hongyi suddenly spoke.

The doctor’s hand shook: “Miss, this…”

“Isn’t he fond of pain?”

Qin Hongyi blew a smoke ring, staring coldly at Gu Chen. “Since he wants to be a tough guy, let him hurt enough. Anesthetic would affect T-9 agent data collection.”

Gu Chen turned his head, locking eyes with Qin Hongyi through the crowd.

Their gazes met in the air—no sparks, all blades and shadows.

“Thanks.” Gu Chen tugged at his lips. “I just didn’t want to use that stuff that makes people dumb.”

The suture needle pierced flesh.

Gu Chen gripped the bedsheet tightly.

This female body’s pain nerves seemed more developed than before—that pain amplified several times.

But he didn’t cry out.

Because he saw the lingering panic in Qin Hongyi’s eyes.

As long as it made this crazy woman uncomfortable—this bit of pain was worth it.

Twenty minutes later.

Wound treatment finished.

Thick gauze wrapped around the thigh—the blood finally stopped.

Only the two of them left in the room.

Qin Hongyi stubbed out her third cigarette, walking to the bedside.

“Gu Chen.” She called this name so formally for the first time. “Do you know why I won’t let you die?”

Gu Chen leaned weakly on the pillow, face pale as paper: “Because… you have special kinks?”

Qin Hongyi didn’t get angry—instead bending down, her finger dipping into the blood seeping from Gu Chen’s leg, lightly licking it at her mouth.

This action was demonically extreme.

“Because this world is too boring.”

Her eyes flickered with mad light. “Those so-called rich heirs, business tycoons—in my eyes, they’re all unweaned pigs. Only you, Gu Chen—you’re the only wolf that can bite me painfully.”

“Turning you into a woman wasn’t to humiliate you.”

Qin Hongyi leaned to his ear, murmuring low. “I wanted to strip away all your halos—family, status, power… When all that’s gone, I wanted to see if this wolf of yours would turn into a tail-wagging begging dog, or evolve into an even more terrifying monster.”

“Facts prove my eye was spot on.”

She reached out, helping Gu Chen tidy his disheveled long hair.

“That moment just now—you were captivating enough to nearly suffocate me.”

Gu Chen only felt his stomach churning.

“Get treated if you’re sick.” He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at this crazy woman anymore. “Drug’s worn off—I want to sleep. Get out.”

“Sleep then.”

Unexpectedly, Qin Hongyi didn’t rage.

She straightened up, turning toward the door.

Just as her hand gripped the doorknob, she suddenly stopped.

“Young Master Gu, a friendly tip.”

Qin Hongyi didn’t turn back, her tone turning playful. “As Eden’s semi-finished product, your body might bring you some… little surprises. After losing so much blood earlier, I’m really looking forward to your reaction tomorrow morning.”

Click.

The door locked, the room returning to darkness.

Gu Chen’s taut nerves finally relaxed.

The self-inflicted intense pain was receding—replaced by tidal fatigue.

He touched the gauze on his thigh.

Really hurts.

But this pain made him feel real.

At least proving he was alive—still that Gu Chen ruthless enough to himself.

He didn’t know how long passed—Gu Chen sank into deep sleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he turned into a massive monster, trapped in a glass tank full of nutrient fluid.

Outside stood countless in white coats, pointing at him.

And at the forefront of the crowd stood a little girl.

The little girl had eyes identical to Qin Hongyi’s—holding a remote, smiling at him.

“Growing so fast…”

Gu Chen jolted awake.

Drenched in cold sweat.

The observation room was still pitch black—only instrument indicator lights flickering.

He instinctively moved his leg.

Wait.

Something’s off.

Gu Chen threw off the blanket, reaching to touch his thigh.

Just hours ago, he had stabbed a through-and-through there—sutured over a dozen stitches.

But now…

His fingertips felt only the roughness of gauze—no pain at all.

Even pressing around the wound—no tearing agony.

Anesthetic?

No—Qin Hongyi said no anesthetic.

Gu Chen’s heart raced—trembling hands unwrapping a corner of the gauze.

By the faint indicator light, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Under the gauze, what should have been a gaping, hideous wound—was now just a shallow pink scar.

Those sutures now looked especially awkward—loosely hanging on the healed skin.

A few hours.

Just a few hours, and a penetrating wound healed?

Was this human healing speed? This wasn’t science—this was fantasy!

Gurgle…

His stomach suddenly let out a loud rumble.

Followed by a hunger sweeping his whole body instantly.

That hunger wasn’t for rice or noodles—but a bone-deep greed, every cell opening a maw, madly wanting to devour energy.

Gu Chen grabbed the apple Qin Hongyi left on the bedside table—skin, core and all—swallowing it in two bites.

Not enough.

Completely not enough!