Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mu Chengxi was surprised by Zhuge Jingming’s words and looked at him for a few seconds before nodding slightly.
“I understand. I’ll rest well in the next bed,” he said.
“That would be best,” Zhuge Jingming replied, placing his fingers on Mu Chengxi’s wrist and holding them there for a few minutes before letting go.
“I’ll co back tomorrow around noon to check on Little Uncle-Master and bring the dicine to help you recover. I’ll only be able to bring so herbal soup; you’ll need soone at the old house to simr it. Herbal soups are more effective and work faster.”
Seeing the sky beginning to lighten, Zhuge Jingming addressed Wei Manqing and the others.
“I’m old now and can’t stay up all night. I’ll go ho to rest and co back around noon. Don’t rush the chicken soup. Bring it over when Little Uncle-Master wakes up; she won’t drink it if it’s cold. Young Marshall Mu can have so, too.”
“Alright, don’t worry, Elder. I’ll arrange everything,” Wei Manqing replied politely, then turned to Mu Bei with a gentle tone.
“Mu Bei, take Elder Zhuge ho!”
“Yes, madam.” Mu Bei stood up and helped Zhuge Jingming leave the hospital.
When Wen Xin woke up, she felt much lighter. She lazily stretched in bed before slowly opening her eyes.
As she opened her beautiful eyes, she was stunned. She closed her eyes again and then opened them slowly.
Indeed, there were many people around her bed. Even Old Madam Mu was sitting by her bedside.
“Grandma? Why are you here? Where am I?” Wen Xin asked, completely forgetting that she had fainted. She thought she was still in Independence State.
“You’re in the hospital. How could you be so careless and exhaust yourself to the point of hospitalization? You were already thin, and now you look even weaker!” Old Madam Mu said, her eyes filled with distress as she held Wen Xin’s cold hand and patted it gently.
“Hospital?” Hearing this, Wen Xin realized she was back in the country. She propped herself up and looked around for Mu Chengxi, spotting his worried face.
She was about to smile at Mu Chengxi to reassure him when her expression suddenly beca serious, her brows furrowing with a hint of sharpness in her eyes.
“You’re just sitting here? What about your health…”
Mu Chengxi held Wen Xin’s hand and smiled gently. “I’ve been resting well. I just got up to use the bathroom.”
“I couldn’t leave you alone in the hospital, but I listened and stayed beside you, taking care of myself too.”
When Zhuge Jingming told him that Wen Xin had exhausted herself to save him, he cherished his health more than ever, not wanting her efforts to be in vain or to give her any more reasons to worry.
Wen Xin’s face softened after hearing Mu Chengxi’s words. She squeezed his hand, drawing circles on his palm, making his heart itch.
“You two went out and ca back in this state—one half-crippled, the other hospitalized. Are you trying to scare this old lady to death?” Old Madam Mu’s face darkened as she scolded them, her worry evident despite her stern tone.
Seeing Old Madam Mu’s feigned anger, Wen Xin let go of Mu Chengxi’s hand and suddenly hugged her.
“Don’t worry, Grandma. There won’t be a next ti. This was just an accident. No more accidents will happen.”
Old Madam Mu was taken aback by Wen Xin’s sudden show of affection. She always thought that Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin were similar, both cool and reserved, which drew them to each other. Wen Xin’s sudden act of affection caught her off guard, and she gently patted Wen Xin’s shoulder.
“Alright. If there’s a next ti, you’ll both stay in the capital and not go anywhere, just stay at ho.”
“Don’t worry, Grandma. There won’t be a next ti! They won’t dare to make a move again.”
Lying on Old Madam Mu’s shoulder, Wen Xin raised her beautiful brows slightly. She hoped her life would be peaceful for a while.
After a series of checkups, Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi were taken back to the Mu family’s old residence by Old Madam Mu, along with the special dicine prescribed by Zhuge Jingming.
Looking at the black herbal soup in front of her, Wen Xin frowned. She knew it was good for her health, but the bitterness made it hard to swallow.
In contrast, Mu Chengxi quickly downed his herbal soup and turned to coax Wen Xin into drinking hers.
“My little ancestor, aren’t you afraid of anything? How co you’re suddenly afraid of drinking dicine? You’re a doctor; how can you not take your dicine?”
Mu Chengxi’s constant chatter earned him an annoyed glare from Wen Xin. He wisely shut up, afraid she might throw the herbal soup in his face.
Seeing Mu Chengxi’s pitifully silent deanor, Wen Xin sighed, picked up the bowl, held her breath, and drank the herbal soup in one gulp.
Handing the bowl to Mu Chengxi, she took the warm water he offered and rinsed her mouth to get rid of the bitter taste.
“How did Zhuge Jingming get you to drink the herbal soup? He has tools to make pills!” Wen Xin thought Mu Chengxi must have beco silly after she woke up. Why agree to drink herbal soup when pills were available?
“He said the herbal soup is more effective and works faster, so I agreed!” Mu Chengxi looked confused, feeling he had been tricked by Zhuge Jingming but had no proof.
Wen Xin found his expression amusing and chuckled softly, giving him a look that said he should figure it out himself.
Seeing her aningful look, Mu Chengxi was now sure Zhuge Jingming had tricked him.
“That old disciple, lying even at his age, truly shaless!”
Mu Chengxi’s aggrieved tone made Wen Xin laugh. She bent down, cupped his face, and kissed his lips.
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