Peninsula diplomat: My second life with a top celebrity

Chapter 71 Stomach Aches

Since last night, Sana Minatozaki has probably only slept intermittently for less than an hour – she dozed off in the taxi for a while and then slept again at the dining table.

Perhaps because of this, her heart was beating very fast after drinking black coffee, and she felt palpitations from time to time.

My stomach was also hurting terribly, and I was sweating profusely from the pain.

She thought that drinking some hot water might relieve the pain, but the pain was so intense that Sana Minatozaki couldn't wait for the water to boil and cool down.

It hurts……

Sana Minatozaki tried to walk a few steps in the living room, but a wave of dizziness rushed to her head again.

Oh no, is it low blood sugar?

She still remembers fainting in the bathtub due to low blood sugar, but will Lim Nayeon still be there to save her this time?

Darkness enveloped her vision. Clinging to her last shred of survival instinct, Sana Minatozaki turned on her phone and dialed…

"Help me..."

Jung Do-hoon had no intention of answering Minatozaki Sana's calls again; her calls without saying anything only made him more annoyed.

Okay, I'll try again.

This time, no matter what, Zheng Daoxun had to remind her that doing this would only make him refuse to answer the call next time.

But as soon as the call connected, a weak, trembling voice came from the other end:

"Help me..."

"What do you mean?" Zheng Daoxun's heart tightened. "What happened?"

……

But there was no further conversation on the other end of the phone.

He recalled Sana Minatozaki's weak tone just now, which didn't seem like an act at all.

She's just... no matter her age, she's never someone you can trust.

Jung Do-hoon dried his still-dry hair, took a few steps out of the bathroom, but ultimately didn't hang up the phone. He simply put the phone down temporarily and knocked on Ya-hsien's door.

"Ya-Xian, are you getting ready for bed?"

"Hmm... Goodnight~" Ya Xian yawned.

"There's an urgent matter at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that needs to be dealt with. I'll head over there first. You should get some sleep. Goodnight."

Zheng Daoxun grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, then ran to the underground parking lot and started the car.

Even if he didn't want to get entangled with Sana Minatozaki anymore, the situation had reached a point where Sana Minatozaki needed to ask for help, so even if it was a lie that Sana Minatozaki deliberately told, he had no choice but to accept it.

On his way to Sana Minato's apartment, Jung Do-hoon dialed an ambulance. By the time he arrived, the medical personnel were only five minutes away.

He went upstairs to Sana Minatozaki's room, rang the doorbell, but there was no response. He then dialed her number, but still no one answered.

On a sweltering June night, a layer of sweat had already seeped onto Zheng Daoxun's forehead.

He took a deep breath, ready to enter the password and open the door. There, Sana Minatozaki stood with her arms crossed, waiting for him to give her an explanation.

"Dohoon-ssi, how did you know my house password?"

Even if it's like that, it's fine.

But when the door was pushed open, Jung Do-hoon was still stunned for a moment; the scene he least wanted to see still appeared—

She collapsed weakly to the ground, still clutching her phone in her hand. Even when he bent down to call her name, all he heard in response was her extremely weak breathing.

Zheng Daoxun noticed the untidy plates on the table, containing the stir-fried cabbage he had made the night before.

She didn't eat properly again.

Is it low blood sugar?

Jung Do-hoon searched the refrigerator but couldn't find even snacks like chocolate.

Jung Do-hoon carried Minatozaki Sana on his back. Her hands hung limply, without any strength. When he rushed out of the elevator, he naturally didn't notice that weak hand gently tugging at his clothes.

"You've come..."

"Is it just my imagination?"

The sound was so faint, like a mosquito's buzz, that it was so faint amidst the ambulance siren that no one could hear it.

Jung Do-hoon only breathed a sigh of relief after placing Minatozaki Sana on the ambulance bed, and then sat down in a chair, still feeling shaken.

He dared not imagine how he would spend the rest of his life if he had made a mistake and failed to answer the call, resulting in something happening to Sana Minatozaki.

I don't want to dwell on it anymore because I'm emotionally exhausted, but if it's because I missed the best opportunity for rescue, what will haunt me for the rest of my life will probably be self-blame and guilt...

What is the patient's condition?

"It's probably low blood sugar, and she also has a sensitive stomach..."

After all, they had been together for so long in their previous life, and Jung Do-hoon knew almost every detail of Minatozaki Sana's medical records.

He listed all the possibilities he could think of, and while the medical staff were administering an IV to her, they said in a slightly accusatory tone:

"You two live under the same roof, how could you let her suffer from such low blood sugar? You're such a terrible boyfriend!"

Zheng Daoxun smiled bitterly and offered no further explanation.

He no longer had the energy to explain; he feared that Sana Minatozaki would have too many questions to ask him after she woke up.

After taking Sana Minatozaki to the emergency room, Jung Do-hoon finally felt a little relieved. He thought he should call someone close to Sana Minatozaki to inform them of the situation, but who should he call?

Lee Sang-won? Although she is the manager and should be responsible for the artist's emergencies, how is he supposed to explain the whole story clearly?

Just as Zheng Daoxun was hesitating, his phone rang.

But it wasn't his film.

It was a call from Mina.

connected.

"Sana, why aren't you replying to my messages or phone calls? I've been thinking about Jung Do-hoon's matter..."

"It's me," he said promptly. "Jung Do-hoon."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a soft "Huh?" was heard.

There was confusion and doubt.

"Could you please come to the hospital? I'll send you the address via my Kakao account."

"The hospital?" Mina's voice rose slightly. "Okay, I'm coming now."

Jung Do-hoon gave a muffled "hmm," sat down on a chair in the corridor, let out a long sigh, and glanced at the ceiling—

Perhaps some things, the more you try to escape them, the more you can't escape them.

The inertia of time and space is so heavy that no matter how fast or far he runs, the various ties from his past life will still pull him back to Minatozaki Sana's side.

Why was she also reborn?

What happened to Sana Minatozaki after her car accident?

This... is perhaps the only thing Jung Do-hoon wants to talk to her about, but would never actually say.

He would not admit that he was also a reborn person.

Absolutely not.

Otherwise, this messy account will never be settled.

"The patient's family..."

Medical staff stepped forward and called out.

"What's wrong?"

"Her condition has stabilized. She had stomach cramps and low blood sugar. We've reviewed her medical records; she already has a sensitive stomach. How could you let her lose weight through dieting?"

Zheng Daoxun was speechless and simply lowered his head.

"Go buy her something hot, like porridge or something."

"Okay, I'll be right back."