Chapter 254 This poison is incurable! Every day, the poison flares up and I beg for a kiss!

Xia Mian slowly opened her eyes and met Fu Yanshen's deep eyes. The man was staring intently at her.

A look she couldn't understand appeared in her eyes.

Xia Mian paused, then raised her hand to touch the man's cheek. "You're back?"

Why are you looking at me like that?

Fu Yanshen reached out and hugged her tightly.

No matter what happens, Mianmian, I will protect you with all my might.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his brows were filled with suppressed and turbulent emotions.

The pain that cannot be spoken aloud is something he must bear alone.

She doesn't need to know; all she needs to do is happily continue studying and attending classes.

Xia Mian hugged him back in a daze. The moonlight from outside the window shone in, streaming in and falling on her and Fu Yanshen.

It cast a faint glow over the two of them.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xia Mian gently pushed Fu Yanshen away and carefully examined his handsome face.

His eyes held worry, inquiry, and doubt.

She had always known that this man was reserved and rarely expressed his emotions openly.

"It's nothing, I just came back and saw you sleeping with my shirt in your arms. I didn't know you missed me this much." Fu Yanshen lowered his eyes, concealing all his emotions, then looked up at Xia Mian with a gentle light in his eyes. "So, you love me this much."

Xia Mian panicked and quickly lay back down, pulling the blanket up to hide herself under it again. "I don't love you that much, and I don't miss you that much!"

"I just... I don't know how your shirt ended up on my bed."

"Maybe I accidentally pulled it when I was changing into my pajamas."

Fu Yanshen gently lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Still being stubborn, still refusing to admit it."

The man's cool, familiar scent instantly enveloped her, and Xia Mian's heart stirred.

She felt her blood surging, as if a surge of evil fire had suddenly rushed to her heart, and she squeezed her legs together uncomfortably.

That familiar dizziness washed over her, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

But her increasingly feverish body temperature betrayed her unusual condition.

Fu Yanshen noticed that the girl beside him was breathing more and more rapidly. He suddenly threw off the covers and sat up, staring at Xia Mian on the bed.

"Mianmian? What's wrong?"

"I...I..." Xia Mian bit her lower lip lightly, and she was surprised to find that the voice she made was surprisingly charming.

This doesn't sound like a voice she would make at all!

She tried to hide inside the bed, but Fu Yanshen's large hand gripped her wrist like a branding iron, pulling her in front of him. His other large hand held her waist, lifting her up and pressing her against his broad chest.

"Mianmian!"

His deep, dark eyes were fixed on her like torches. Xia Mian couldn't help but press her burning cheeks against his chest, rubbing them gently, as if only in this way could she relieve her burning sensation.

"I feel terrible... Fu Yanshen, help me..."

"I don't know, I don't know why I became like this."

"What if I'm really in pain!"

"I don't feel like myself at all anymore..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man's thin lips had already sealed her red lips.

The chaotic night slowly unfolded under the bright moonlight.

The room was filled with a strong aura. Fu Yanshen sat silently beside Xia Mian. The girl's body was covered with bruises, indicating that something had happened.

She fell into a deep sleep, her soft black hair spreading across the pillow. Fu Yanshen slowly stretched out his long fingers and gently stroked her beautiful face.

The first two times weren't enough for her, and it wasn't until the third time that she finally fell asleep satisfied.

Doesn't the document say once every seven days?

Why did she suddenly have a poisoning attack?

Which link in the chain went wrong?

Fu Yan pondered deeply, "What did I overlook? Or is there something wrong with this information?"

He took out his phone and called Yan Xun.

"If the person poisoned by the Seven-Day Laugh does not have a beloved partner, the poison will flare up once every seven days. If they do have a beloved partner, the poison will flare up every day until death."

"What...did you say?" Fu Yanshen's eyes sharpened, his entire being radiating a sinister aura. "She loves me, so she'll die?"

"Yes, you should have noticed, right? When she was first poisoned, one or two times was enough, but later it was three, five, or even eight, ten times... You will die, and she will die too. Because she loves you, she can't help but take the poison, and then the poison takes effect."

Yan Xun's worried voice reached Fu Yanshen's ears. "You could hold on at the beginning, Yanshen, but what about the next twenty times, the thirty times? Can you hold on then?"

"Yanshen, your body isn't made of iron. Can you bear to see her suffer from the poison? Can you bear to let her go find someone else to detoxify her?"

Fu Yanshen's mind went blank. "I don't believe it."

"You'll believe me! Otherwise, you wouldn't be asking me this late. You should have discovered the problem tonight, right?" Yan Xun forced himself to be cruel. "There is no antidote for this medicine."

"There will be a way, there definitely will be a way." Fu Yanshen still didn't believe it. His Xia Mian was only twenty years old, so young. She had said it before, she hadn't graduated yet, she didn't have a job...

How could she be ruined by this vicious drug?

No way!

Definitely not!

“I am her antidote. No matter how many times she asks, I will give it to her!” Fu Yanshen hung up the phone immediately.

He got out of bed dejectedly and stood on the balcony. The night wind lifted the hem of his pajamas, chilling him to the bone. He was so cold that he didn't even realize he was stiff.

When Xia Mian woke up in the early morning, she felt a terrible headache. She rubbed her aching temples and found that Fu Yanshen was no longer beside her.

Xia Mian felt something was wrong. She thought the poison in her body had been cured, but why did she feel the poison flare up again every time Fu Yanshen got close last night?

This is so annoying!

She took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking about it for the time being, and went straight to wash up.

The atmosphere in the conference room of Fu's Hospital was somber.

All the top doctors were gathered here, each with their heads down, not daring to look at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The man was dressed in military uniform, exuding a commanding presence, his handsome face stern and austere.

The slender fingertips snapped a Montblanc gold pen in two.

"You're saying it can't be cured?"

What am I supposed to do with you?

"From today onwards, unite the top professors and experts from major medical schools to develop an antidote!"

"Chief Fu, with our current medical capabilities, the seven-day laugh is truly an insurmountable problem," the hospital director explained in a low voice, his head bowed.

Fu Yanshen's eyes were filled with bloodlust, and his voice was almost forced out through clenched teeth. "If not today, then not tomorrow? One day it will work!"