Chapter 638 The Terminally Ill Rich Girl (3)

When Wei Lan woke up in the morning, she saw Shi Yi staring at her and shyly turned her head away.

"What are you shy about?" Shi Yi teased her deliberately and turned her head over.

"You didn't even wash your face." What Wei Lan wanted to say more was that they actually slept on the sofa all night.

"Then go wash." Shi Yi rubbed her neck and let go.

Wei Lan was afraid that she would tease her again, so she jumped off the sofa and fell to the ground. The wooden floor made a dull sound. Wei Lan looked back at Shi Yi, who was looking at her and smiling.

Her heart softened instantly.

After the two old people left, Zou Xiuyu took a deep breath and crawled out from under the broken table in the corner. After staying here for a night, he was stained with the dampness and stench of this dilapidated house. He almost vomited when he smelled it.

He couldn't stand the smell on his body anymore, so he hurried home to clean himself up.

Because he didn't sleep well last night, he fell asleep in the bathroom while taking a shower. When he woke up in the evening, he sneezed twice loudly, knowing that he had caught a cold. He searched through the boxes and cabinets at home for pills.

After taking the medicine, he had a headache and his face flushed unnaturally. He thought it was the effect of the medicine, and closed his eyes dizzily, thinking that he would be fine after a good sleep.

Shi Yi, who had sent a baked cake to Zou Xiuyu to win his favor, knocked on his door for a long time, but heard no movement in the house. He was about to leave when he heard the sound of something breaking in the house and hesitated again.

She and Wei Lan looked at each other, knocked on Zou Xiuyu's door again, and raised her voice, "Mr. Zou, are you at home?"

Zou Xiuyu woke up because of thirst, and his hands were weak. He couldn't hold the glass cup, but pushed the cup to the ground and broke it. His head was still very heavy, and he couldn't recognize whose voice it was when he heard it outside.

"We've been knocking on the door for so long, there shouldn't be anyone here." Wei Lan tugged at her sleeve, "Why don't we go back?"

"No." Shi Yi held her hand and thought carefully about the noise he had just heard. The sound was like something falling to the ground and breaking. Zou Xiuyu was a painter, and his home was filled with either his paintings or paints. No artist would not cherish his own works, and he would never keep a cat or a dog at home.

"Zou Xiuyu, are you home?" she repeated again.

Zou Xiuyu finally distinguished the sound clearly, but his throat seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't say a word. He pushed down his easel with all his strength so that the people outside could hear his response.

This time there was a "bang". Shi Yi understood immediately and kicked open the old wooden door.

When Wei Lan went in, she took a look at the wooden door that was broken into several pieces. Thinking of the place where they lived, she felt a deep sense of hidden danger and made a note of the matter of changing the door.

Zou Xiuyu's face was already red, and his neck was also red. His thin white hand touched his forehead, which was terribly hot. Shi Yi thought it was not good. If he continued to burn like this, his brain would probably be burned out.

"Call." Shi Yi urged Wei Lan beside him.

Before Zou Xiuyu fainted completely, he only remembered the eagerness in the girl's bright eyes.

They were not related, but she cared so much about him. Somehow, his heart suddenly stopped for a moment.

Zou Xiuyu woke up at four in the morning. There was

only a dim light in the ward. The girl was sleeping beside him, with her palm-sized face facing him. He could see the girl's long and thick eyelashes, as well as her upturned nose and pale lips.

She was the real patient, but he didn't expect that she would accompany him when he was sick.

It was cold at night, and he moved his hand, wanting to pull the quilt on the side to cover her back. However, as soon as he moved, the girl's bright eyes opened.

"Awake?" Shi Yi naturally raised his hand and touched his forehead, muttering to himself, "The fever has subsided."

"You must be thirsty." Shi Yi bent down and picked up the mineral water on the ground, unscrewed the lid, and fed it to his lips. Seeing that he didn't move, he couldn't help but urge him, "Drink."

"Miss Wan," Zou Xiuyu turned her head away, frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and her voice was hoarse and unusual.

The light was dim just now, and he didn't see her expression clearly. Now her whole face was exposed to the light, and her complexion was abnormally pale, like a corpse buried underground for thousands of years.

"Yeah." Shi Yi kept looking at him, waiting for his next words.

"You go back and rest." Zou Xiuyu leaned back, trying to use her actions to show that he didn't need her care.

Shi Yi quickly fed the bottle of mineral water in her hand to his mouth and said softly, "Drink slowly. When it's dawn, I'll handle the discharge procedures for you and we'll leave together."

Zou Xiuyu's eyes were fixed on her for a long time. His wet lips became dry again, and he whispered, "Okay."

"You have bacterial pharyngitis this time. You must avoid oily meat and spicy food for a period of time after you go back. Eat more light food, vegetables and fruits..." Shi Yi conveyed the doctor's instructions word by word.

Zou Xiuyu looked at her pale lips opening and closing, a little absent-minded.

If she hadn't come to see him this time, it is very likely that he would burn himself into a fool in his own residence without anyone noticing.

"It's still early for the doctor to go to work, you should rest for a while." Shi Yi tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and used the bottle cap to collect some water to wet his lips.

"What about you?" Zou Xiuyu looked at her with a persistence that he didn't even know.

"I've been sleeping for a long time, just stay here in a daze." Shi Yi sat down by his bed.

"I seldom get sick."

"I know."

"This is the first time I've gotten seriously ill like this, and I find that being sick really doesn't feel good."

"It does feel bad to be sick. I can't try anything delicious or fun." Shi Yi looked into his eyes with one hand, his eyes were warm as if he was looking at his closest family.

"Have you been sick often since you were a child?"

"Long illness makes a doctor. I'm used to it." Shi Yi lifted his eyelids, yawned in front of him, and his eyes were wet.

"Go to sleep. I'll watch over you." Zou Xiuyu felt distressed.

"It's okay. You are a patient and you are the most important. You should have a good rest. When you recover, we will go to the city to see the art exhibition." Shi Yi pinched his arm, and his originally confused eyes immediately became clear.

"Okay." She was so good to him, he couldn't let her down.

Zou Xiuyu tightened his body and closed his eyes peacefully.

How long has it been since he was taken care of by someone?

It seemed that after leaving home at the age of fifteen, he had never met such a warm person again.

(End of this chapter)