From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

The two of them rode the elevator in silence.

June didn't want to say anything to him, even wanting to forget his existence.

However, Lin Zhi had different plans.

"Did you like my little surprise for you?" he asked, turning to June with a wide smile.

June kept his gaze at the front and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"If you wanted to threaten me, then you should have hired better people instead. They couldn't even break a window properly."

Lin Zhi continued smirking. "It seems like your members were frightened, though."

June shook his head.

"Not even a little boy would be frightened by your antics."

"Oh, wait!" June exclaimed in a fake, excited tone. "That's already been proven. How embarrassing it is that your people lost against an 8th-grader?"

Lin Zhi's smirk fell, feeling anger bubbling inside him.

"I know you have the briefcase," Lin Zhi said, getting straight to the point.

"What briefcase?" June tilted his head to the side, feigning innocence.

Lin Zhi's jaw clenched. "I know you have it. There's no other person who could have it."

"So, I suggest you bring it to me at the given deadline—or else, there will be repercussions," Lin Zhi warned.

With that, the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor.

Lin Zhi stood straight and exited the elevator.

However, he placed both hands on the sides of the door to keep it open.

"Now, if you excuse me, I need to visit my psychiatrist," he said, going back to smirking.

With that, he moved away from the elevator, allowing it to close.

June shook his head before leaning against the elevator walls.

"Goodness," June muttered. "When the heck is he going to disappear for good?"

The elevator rose to the highest floor, so June shook away his thoughts of Lin Zhi and smiled widely as he walked to Grandma's room.

He knocked and waited for a few seconds before going inside.

June paused for a moment when he saw Grandma's current state. Her head was now smooth, devoid of her curly hair. It seemed like she had gotten paler and thinner than before, too, which was concerning since she was already pale and thin the last time he saw her.

"How long has it been?" he muttered, a small frown forming on his face.

However, when he heard Grandma shifting in her bed, he quickly put on a smile.

"June?" she asked, blinking her eyes awake.

Her voice had gotten huskier, too—most likely an adverse effect of the chemotherapy.

"Grandma," June said, walking over to her and hugging her tightly.

He pursed his lips when he felt how cold her body was.

"Are you okay?" June asked, concern heard in his voice.

Grandma gently broke their hug before hitting his shoulder.

"Don't sound so pitiful," she said. "I'm fine! I'm still alive, aren't I?"

June shook his head in amusement. "Of course, you're still alive. I just want to know how you're feeling."

"Good, of course," she smiled despite her aching body.

"Have you been eating well?" June asked

"...or sleeping well?"

"Are they taking care of you well here?"

"Do you need more nurses to care for you?"

"What kind of meals have you been eating?"

Grandma chuckled as she placed her cold hands over June's.

"One by one," she said with a little bit of struggle.

"I'm fine. I'm resting really well, although my appetite isn't as great as before. The food here at the hospital just isn't that good."

June chuckled along with her.

"And no," she smiled. "I don't need anything else. My daughter provides me with everything that I need."

"Besides, don't let my looks fool you. Dr. Oh just visited me and informed me of my latest laboratory results!"

June felt his heart drop.

"What did he say?"

Grandma continued smiling. "Don't look too dreadful. Go get it in the drawers."

June opened the drawers, his eyes quickly scanning the results.

Then, he sighed in relief when he saw that none of them were drastically out of the normal values.

"See?" she exclaimed. "I'm much better now. My hemoglobin and hematocrit are still a little bit low, which is indicative of Anemia. My white blood cell count is also a bit high, which means that I have an ongoing infection."

"However, aside from that, I'm responding quite well to my treatment."

June placed the paper back in the drawers and ran to the bed, giving Grandma another warm hug.

The old woman chuckled fondly, patting June's back.

"Were you worried?" she softly asked.

"Of course," June said. "I care about you a lot."

"Well, you don't have to worry at all. Grandma is recovering well. Don't worry about me too much, hmm?" she said, holding onto June's cheeks and caressing them.

Her hands were cold, but the gesture felt very warm.

"To make you feel better, I've also made some new friends," she smiled.

June raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

"You have?" he asked.

"Hmm," she nodded. "I go to the garden with my nurse every morning to get some sunlight, so I became friends with the gardener."

"My nurse and I have also become closer."

"The sick old man in the room next to ours also became my friend! Although, we only talk from a six-foot distance because we don't want to make each other sicker than we already are."

"And last but not the least! I have a young patient who visits me from time to time. He has a lot of worries in life, so he comes to me for advice."

"Oh," June said. "Well, isn't it too tiring for you?"

"Of course not," Grandma chimed. "I actually look forward to it. I love listening to other people's problems!"

"What's his name?" June asked.

Grandma placed her hand under her chin. "Zin!" she said. "The young guy's name is Zin. He's very nice."

June couldn't help but smile since Grandma looked so happy.

"Well, just tell me if you run into any trouble with them."

Grandma shook her head. "I'm a good judge of character, you know?"

June also shook his head. "That's not true. You're too kind for your own good."

Just then, he heard his alarm go off, reminding him that he had to go back to Azure to film for Rising Stars.

"I'm assuming you have to go?" Grandma asked.

June nodded with a disappointed sigh. "Yeah, I do."

"Well, off you go. It's your first work schedule after a while, right?"

"Yeah," June said, finally standing up from her bed. "I'll see you soon, Grandma."

"Will do!" she exclaimed. "The next time you see me, I'll be up and running."

June's smile widened.

"I'll hold onto that promise."

The old woman fondly nodded and waved goodbye as June left the room.

She felt overwhelmingly tired after their interaction, so she laid back down on the bed.

However, the door suddenly opened, causing Grandma to raise her head.

She was expecting it to be June—probably having forgotten something.

However, she was surprised when she saw Dr. Oh instead.

He was breathless and sweaty, almost as if he was in a complete rush.

"June is here?" he asked without any prior greeting.

Grandma nodded in confusion. "Well, he was here. He just left."

Dr. Oh's face twisted into a grimace.

"Oh no," he muttered.

With that, he bolted out of Grandma's room, leaving the old woman very confused.