Seven mbers of the Pei Family and four from the Wei Sheng Family, all running fevers, had changed into loungewear and were lying in bed with their eyes closed, resting.
The family doctor stood frozen beside Qiao Chuchu, staring at her in shock.
Qiao Chuchu stood dumbfounded next to Weisheng Yucan, her gaze fixed on her.
The three of them ford a perfect straight line.
Weisheng Yucan, wearing a mask, planted her hands on her hips and declared triumphantly, "See? This is what I achieved with my ergency renovation budget! I turned your entertainnt room into a massive sickbay. This space can serve even more purposes later—trust , I’m an expert in this field!~"
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
What field, exactly?
Doctor Zhao gaped at Qiao Chuchu in horror. "Miss Qiao, you said people in your household were sick, but you didn’t specify it was eleven people! I didn’t bring enough fever dicine for eleven!"
Qiao Chuchu pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "Sorry, I was so busy earlier I forgot to ntion the number."
Doctor Zhao sighed, waving a hand in resignation. "It’s fine, I suppose. I just ca from a tycoon’s place—his wife had a high fever, and he confiscated all my dicine, threatening to bury with her if I couldn’t cure her. Now you’re handing eleven patients at once. If they don’t recover, will I have to be buried with them too?"
Weisheng Yucan answered without missing a beat. "Nope. If a bunch of n die, they die. We’ll just replace them. No need for you to join them."
Doctor Zhao nodded, visibly relieved. "That’s a relief. Otherwise, one body wouldn’t be enough to divide among all of them."
Weisheng Yucan: "Not if we cremate you. Then everyone can take a handful of ashes."
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
What kind of demonic conversation is this?!
She turned to Doctor Zhao. "Just hook them up to IV drips, then you can leave. I’ll handle changing the bags and removing the needles. We can’t just let them keep burning up like this."
Doctor Zhao nodded. "Alright. I’ll go restock—that tycoon took all my dicine."
Weisheng Yucan shot him a suspicious glance. "The tycoon who robbed you—is he the one whose wife keeps running away pregnant?"
Doctor Zhao sighed dramatically. "The very sa."
Weisheng Yucan rolled her eyes and strode out with her phone. "What a lunatic. I’ll call him and make him share so of the ds."
Doctor Zhao hurried after her, alard. "But he said if his wife has a fever, he’ll declare war on the entire world!"
Without looking back, Weisheng Yucan scoffed, "I’m not the 'entire world.' Let’s see him try picking a fight with !"
Instantly, Doctor Zhao’s gloomy expression brightened, his handso features lighting up as he trotted after her like an eager puppy. "You’re so cool! What kind of boss are you?"
Weisheng Yucan: "CEO Wei!"
Doctor Zhao bead, skipping to her side. "Got it, CEO Wei!"
Qiao Chuchu: "?"
Why does this seem… kind of sweet?
Little Xie rushed in, panting, clutching a handful of thermoters. "Miss, I brought the eleven digital thermoters you asked for!"
Qiao Chuchu took them. "You can go, Little Xie. This room is full of sick people—you might catch sothing."
Little Xie shook her head firmly. "Let help you, Miss. You can’t handle all of them alone. I don’t want you exhausting yourself."
Qiao Chuchu gave her a calm look.
Little Xie imdiately shut the door behind her!
Now, only Qiao Chuchu and the eleven feverish patients remained.
She had sent everyone else out to avoid contagion.
Approaching Pei Yuan’s bed, she placed a thermoter on him.
He stirred, groggy from the fever, blinking blearily at her.
She adjusted his arm to secure the thermoter properly.
His heart skipped—his body felt like it was floating in warm water. He wanted to speak but lacked the strength.
Qiao Chuchu pressed a cooling patch to his forehead.
Pei Yuan could barely keep his eyes open, his fingers weakly curling around the hem of her shirt.
Unaware, she drew the curtains and moved to Pei Che’s bedside.
Pei Che slept fitfully, but the mont she approached, his eyes fluttered open, his breath scorching. "Chuchu…"
She leaned down, gently touching his forehead.
The coolness soothed him, and he nuzzled into her palm before closing his eyes again.
She placed the thermoter, then peeled open another cooling patch and stuck it on his forehead.
Pei Che sighed in relief, his fever-bright eyes eting hers gratefully. "You’re working hard."
She shook her head. "Don’t be so formal. You took care of when I was sick, didn’t you?"
After adjusting the curtains, she set a thermoter on Pei Youchuan.
Pei Youchuan kicked off his blanket, restless from the heat. "I’m burning up, Chuchu."
She stuck a cooling patch on his forehead. "There, that should help."
He sighed, relieved, his fingers clutching her sleeve. "Will you stay with ?"
She tucked his hand back under the blanket. "I’ll be in this room, but I still have others to check. One at a ti."
Pei Youchuan’s lips pressed into a disappointed line. "Fine."
Next was Pei Fengnong—cooling patch and thermoter in one swift motion.
Pei Fengnong murmured weakly, "Don’t overexert yourself. I’ll be fine on my own."
She chuckled. "No way. When I was sick, all of you looked after . I’m not running away now."
Pei Fengnong paused, his voice frail. "But there were many of us taking care of you. Now it’s just you handling all of us."
"You realize that now?" She shot him a mock glare. "I told you all to leave, but you insisted on crowding my room. And now look—everyone’s sick."
She tucked his blanket in, grinning. "But it’s fine. We share the joys and hardships together, right?~"
Pei Fengnong stared, a flicker of awe in his dulled eyes, before nodding silently.
Pei Mu and Pei Ci lay sprawled across two rged beds, groaning dramatically. "Chuchuuu~ Our dear Chuchuuu~ Co hereee~"
Qiao Chuchu sighed, closing the curtains. "Coming."
They stretched their arms out, pouting. "We ache all over. Can we have a hug to make it better?"
She pointed at Pei Youchuan. "No hugs, but I can offer Pei Youchuan’s slipper. Want that?"
Pei Youchuan, feverish and confused, turned his head. "?"
Pei Mu and Pei Ci flopped back in despair, kicking their legs weakly. "You don’t care about your gege at all!"
She rolled her eyes, adjusting their blankets, then gathered her hair into a loose bun.
Both n watched intently.
Her slender fingers swept her hair up, revealing the delicate curve of her neck, a few crimson strands escaping to fra her face.
Their mouths fell open slightly, eyes glued to her nape as they swallowed hard.
"Thirsty?"
Qiao Chuchu, now done with her hair, noticed their Adam’s apples bobbing. She grabbed a straw cup from the nightstand and held it to their lips.
They propped themselves up, sipping slowly, their eyes never leaving her.
After a few gulps, they murmured shyly, "We’re good."
She handed them thermoters. "Hold these. I’ll collect them in five minutes."
Pei Mu and Pei Ci blushed as red as boiled shrimp, reaching out to take the thermoter and tucking it under their arms. When their eyes t, each saw an indescribable tenderness lingering in the other's gaze.
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