Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Lian was stupefied.
She had not known that Shen Liangchuan was sick, she had called Xia Yehua. But instead, Song Yuanxi was now calling her using Song Cheng’s cell phone.
This thought flashed through her mind.
She remained silent and Song Yuanxi continued, “I’ll send you the location on WeChat, please hurry over.”
She hung up right after saying this.
After a short time, she received the location from Song Yuanxi.
Qiao Lian stared at the WeChat message and hesitated. In the end she got changed.
The location given in the WeChat message wasn’t a hospital, but a villa.
Qiao Lian arrived in a cab. She rang the doorbell and an anxious-looking Song Yuanxi came to the door. “Sister-in-law, you’re finally here.”
Qiao Lian didn’t answer, but quietly seized up the environment.
Since Shen Liangchuan wasn’t in the hospital, his condition couldn’t be too serious.
Just as Qiao Lian was thinking this, Song Yuanxi continued, “Brother Liangchuan has a high fever. Today his temperature almost reached 40o C and he’s still on a drip.”
Almost 40o C?!
Her eyes widened. “Why has he not been taken to the hospital?”
Song Yuanxi sighed helplessly and said, “He doesn’t like going to the hospital.”
Song Yuanxi grabbed Qiao Lian’s arm, saying, “Sister-in-law, Brother Song Cheng asked me to come over to take care of him but… it’s not that appropriate, so I had to call you.”
She led the way upstairs. “The doctor has instructed that we should try to lower his physical temperature while waiting for the medicine to take effect. I’ve prepared some rubbing alcohol, you can use that on him.”
Having said this, she handed the alcohol over to Qiao Lian.
When Qiao Lian entered the room, she saw Shen Liangchuan lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was abnormally red and frowning, it looked like he was dreaming and ill at ease.
Lying there now, his usual imposing and intense air was absent. He looked almost angelic.
Qiao Lian reached out to touch his forehead.
Song Yuanxi immediately said, “Sister-in-law, be careful. Brother Liangchuan doesn’t like to be touched.”
Before Song Yuanxi could finish what she was saying, Qiao Lian’s hand was already resting on his forehead.
The sensation on the back of her hand was burning.
She panicked. “How did his temperature get this high?”
Song Yuanxi looked at Qiao Lian’s hand, that was resting on his forehead. Her eyes glistened and she sighed. “I have no idea.”
Qiao Lian did not pursue the matter, and she picked up the alcohol and began rubbing the liquid on his exposed skin.
He winced with discomfort, looking like he was in pain.
Was he dreaming of something unhappy? Qiao Lian anxiously held his hand and whispered, “Shen Liangchuan, it’s going to be okay.”
When she said that, the man on the bed responded as though he had gotten aware of her presence.
He started to calm down.
The alcohol was quite effective and his temperature began to drop. Shen Liangchuan appeared to transition into a more peaceful rest.
In the need to wash her hands, Qiao Lian stood up to head to the bathroom. But as she did so, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
She tried to withdraw her hand from the hold, but she found her efforts futile.
Even in his dreams, his strength was quite formidable. Her movement had stirred him up. He was muttering something. It sounded vaguely like, “Don’t leave.”
