Chapter 30 Only routines can win people’s hearts

When Jiang Lan woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day.

A few rays of dazzling sunlight fell through the window, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. It was not until a moment later that he felt his foggy head gradually become clear and consciousness returned.

"It's okay when I'm not sick, but when I am sick it's really terrible..."

He tried to sit up on the bed, but he felt weak all over. His hands, feet and limbs seemed to be filled with lead, sore, heavy and did not respond to his commands at all.

This feeling... is like having worked hard for three days and three nights in a row, causing kidney blood depletion.

Of course, if you want to delay and control the onset of this disease, you do need to work continuously, putting your body in a state of long-term deficiency.

Once the essence and blood are replenished a little, the day of onset of the disease will be soon.

"It seems that the last time I touched a woman was more than half a month ago..."

"Looking at it this way, it was actually my negligence. It's normal for the disease to occur once every two weeks."

Jiang Lan exhaled slowly, and felt as if his throat was full of the taste of blood.

Even his chest seemed to be mixed with various blood residues, and his heart was aching abnormally.

He finally understood why his original self was so afraid of this "disease" in his memory, and even felt that life was worse than death.

After experiencing it personally, Jiang Lan could fully understand it.

It felt as if all the meridians and muscles in the body were spasming and twitching.

The blood that was originally pumped out from the heart seemed to be rapidly drawn back from all the internal organs.

But during this process, his consciousness became even clearer than before.

This also causes the pain to be magnified hundreds of times in an instant.

Tsk tsk…

The ten most cruel tortures are probably no more than this.

Jiang Lan could only express sympathy for what the original body had gone through over the years, but now it was his turn to suffer.

Fortunately, during the course of the illness, Jiang Lan could clearly feel that many of his original body's memories were rushing towards him like a torrent. To be precise, it should be a baptism.

Originally, when he was looking through the memories of his original body, he always felt a sense of detachment, as if he was standing from a third-person perspective, looking at a person's life.

This also made him feel vaguely detached and unfamiliar, as if he was Jiang Lan from the previous life, not the Jiang Lan of this life.

Whether it is awakening the memories of the previous life or traveling through time and space and rebirth, he is still the same person in the previous life.

And now, with the baptism of the torrent of memories, he has completely integrated into this life.

Jiang Lan could clearly feel the harmonious unity of soul and memory, smooth and unobstructed.

He is Jiang Lan and Jiang Lan is him. There is no difference between the two.

This can be considered a blessing in disguise after this outbreak.

"Mr. Jiang, are you awake?"

The door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, and a cold voice with a hint of surprise was heard.

Su Qinghan, wearing a snow-white dress, was walking in with a basin of water in her hand and a towel on the edge of the basin.

"You've been taking care of me these days?"

Jiang Lan was surprised for a moment, but soon regained his composure.

Su Qinghan did not return to the Su Mansion and has been here for the past few days, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"That night, Master Jiang suddenly fell into a coma for some reason. Fortunately, your knife-wielding guard noticed it in time and rushed over to send Master Jiang back to his room..."

"I was planning to return to the Su Mansion, but the maids in the City Lord's Mansion were clumsy and trembling, so I had to stay."

Su Qinghan put the clean water aside.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to sit up, he walked forward, supported him, and explained.

"I see. Miss Su must have been frightened that night."

Jiang Lan smiled, and with the help of Su Qinghan, sat up on the bed.

A faint and pleasant fragrance wafted from the tip of her nose. Because Su Qinghan was leaning over to support her, she could see the delicate whiteness of her snow-white neck. Her skin was as white as jade and crystal clear.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Lan looked away.

Su Qinghan noticed Jiang Lan's actions and was stunned. Then he realized that the distance between them seemed to be a little closer.

Because Jiang Lan had been in a coma for the past two days and she had been taking care of him, she gradually got used to it.

A barely perceptible blush suddenly appeared on her fair and flawless face, and then she gently took a step back, increasing the distance between them.

"I'm sorry for being rude, Mr. Jiang, I hope you don't mind..."

Su Qinghan lowered his eyes, apologized softly, then stood up and wet the towel and other things in the copper basin beside him.

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She remembered that Jiang Lan was a mysophobe. He only touched her once in Xueyue Pavilion and she quickly wiped his hands with silk.

The two of them were so close just now, he must have felt uncomfortable...

But Su Qinghan still felt somewhat strange and curious. He could pretend to be lustful and flirt with her at will, but deep down he resisted having any contact with her.

The more she got to know him, the more she felt speechless. She also felt that Jiang Lan was not as intimidating as he seemed.

Jiang Lan just shook his head slightly when he heard this.

Although he knew what Su Qinghan was thinking, he had no intention of explaining. After all, her associations were intentional on his part.

It’s just that mysophobia is indeed related to his “disease”.

The original person indulged in sensual pleasures and led a dissolute life. To outsiders, it seemed that he liked women, but the real reason was that he just wanted to relieve and suppress the onset of his illness.

Over time, the original body naturally became disgusted by this and developed a serious obsession with cleanliness.

His mysophobia is so serious that even a woman who has only had a relationship with him would feel completely disgusted when she sees him again.

"Don't bother Miss Su, I can do it myself."

Seeing Su Qinghan wet the towel and seemed to want to wipe his face with it, Jiang Lan thought about it and decided to take it himself.

It’s not because of mysophobia. After the memory fusion, he doesn’t care much about mysophobia.

I just have to act well, and I'll slowly correct my obsessive-compulsive disorder over time.

Now it seemed that because of the conversation that night, and the fact that he had fallen ill and fell into a coma, Su Qinghan had become inexplicably closer to him, and even took the initiative to take care of him like a maid.

It seems that the saying is true: only routines can win people's hearts.

"Young Master Jiang has just recovered. I will go and inform him to have the City Lord's Mansion prepare some medicinal food..."

Seeing that Jiang Lan was obviously "resisting" his care, Su Qinghan's lips curled up slightly, but it was only fleeting.

"No need for medicinal food. I'll just get up and walk around slowly to recover."

Jiang Lan shook his head, wiped his face with a wet towel, and his mind became much clearer.

His illness cannot be cured by any medicine or food.

If I eat something tonic, once my essence, energy and blood are replenished, the disease might recur.

(End of this chapter)