Zhou Zhengchu, who was pretending to be asleep, did not find the sound annoying, but he had already noticed that his mother in front of him was different from before.

Or rather, the mother in his dream was not quite the same as his real mother.

seem.

A little clumsy?

His speech was childish and unclear, often rambling and incoherent.

You need to listen carefully and try to understand what she is saying.

She lay by his bedside, seemingly for a long time, without any intention of leaving.

She would poke his face, touch his forehead, and then try to pry open his mouth as if she wanted to force medicine into it.

Zhou Zhengchu wanted to play along, and several times he didn't intend to continue pretending to be asleep, but when she was beside him, he found it difficult to wake up; his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were being weighed down by a thousand-pound jack.

Even replying to her was difficult for him.

So he could only listen quietly to his mother's self-talk, and he was worried that no one would respond to her and that she might get angry.

But there wasn't one.

Instead, they were quite content and happy.

My mother probably had a bad temper. When she couldn't get her to take her medicine, she would throw a tantrum and say angrily, "I don't want to like you anymore."

"If you don't take your medicine, you will die."

"If you die, I'll have another one."

"Troublesome, troublesome, very troublesome. I don't like it, I don't like it."

He kept repeating himself, chattering on and on.

Perhaps it was almost time, because when the maid came in, she stood up again, feeling guilty, and didn't know where to put her hands.

When the butler was watching her, she blurted out instinctively, "I didn't come here to kill him!"

Zhou Zhengchu listened with a mixture of helplessness and amusement. He hadn't expected his mother in his dream to be so foolish, finding it so difficult even to defend herself.

He wanted to help her, but no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn't wake up.

Enraged, she yelled at the housekeeper and the doctor behind her, "I'm not going to deal with him anymore! He's disobedient! He won't take his medicine! It's so annoying!"

It's so annoying.

The door slammed shut.

Zhou Zhengchu knew that his mother was just being stubborn; she was actually soft-hearted. She had clearly shed tears when he was unconscious.

Hot tears fell onto his hands.

But it felt more like it had landed on his heart, burning a bloody hole in it.

He was able to open his eyes after she left the room.

The doctor seemed relieved to see him wake up and changed his IV drip. "He still has a slight fever, but it's nothing serious. He'll be fine once the fever goes down."

Zhou Zhengchu opened his mouth, his voice was very hoarse, so hoarse that it almost didn't sound like his own voice anymore.

"Mom is angry."

The family doctor and the housekeeper were both taken aback, as the young master rarely addressed his wife in that way.

Because his wife didn't like it.

She was always unwilling to admit that she was a mother, or perhaps she was deliberately trying to spite her son.

A child's nature is hard to explain.

Zhou Zhengchu was perceptive and noticed something was amiss when he saw their strange expressions. He remained silent without showing any emotion.

Is this all a dream?

Or is it real?

Zhou Zhengchu didn't know.

The doctor glanced at the nearly empty medicine bottle on the bedside table, clicked his tongue, and said thankfully, "It's a good thing it wasn't given to him, otherwise this dose would have been lethal."

The housekeeper was also quite frightened.

I never expected that the madam would sneak into the young master's room.

Zhou Zhengchu instinctively disliked the doctor's way of speaking. His expression was cold, and he said in a detached tone, "It's alright."

He looked up: "I don't care, so there's no need for the doctor to be thankful."