"Don't worry, I have other companies that are not registered under the Fu family name."

In the dim light, Bai Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as she leaned closer to Fu Jinchuan, whimpering pitifully.

Nan Yu was tricked by the system and was unconscious all night, even stopping breathing at one point, which terrified Song Chu. Her condition gradually improved at eight o'clock the next day. The old man was also old and couldn't stay up for long, so he went back to rest in the middle of the night, with the butler keeping an eye on him the whole time.

I spent three days in the ICU and was then transferred to a regular ward.

Song Chu was completely devoid of his usual gentle and refined demeanor. His jaw was scraggly and messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted, as if all his life force had been drained.

Even though his medical knowledge told him that everything was fine after being transferred to a regular ward, he was still worried and stayed by the bedside at all times. He even delayed his classes for the past two days and took over the shifts for his patients.

Nan Yu lay in the hospital bed, being carefully tended to by Song Chu.

Grandpa Fu thought he was really good, but... was it out of a doctor's sympathy for the patient, or was it really...? Hopefully it was the latter, this kid was much better than his grandson.

Song Chu had to feed Nan Yu as well.

Nan Yu turned her head away and gestured shyly: I'll eat it myself.

Song Chu stirred the rice with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful: "Your right hand is on an IV drip, don't move, open your mouth."

Nan Yu blushed and glanced at Grandpa Fu, only to be caught red-handed. Grandpa Fu coughed lightly and said to Song Chu, "You guys eat. Grandpa will go back first. Xiao Yu is in your care. Take good care of him."

After the old man left, he needed to use the restroom, and Song Chu held up the IV bag. The hooks were fine on the first day, and the IV bag could be hung up, but on the second day, for some reason, all the hooks broke.

Nan Yu was holding up the IV bag and couldn't easily unzip her pants.

If I need to free my hands to unzip my pants, I don't know where to put the IV bag; if it's too low, it's easy for blood to flow back into the body.

Song Chu: "They're all men. If you don't mind, I can go in and lift the torch."

Nan Yu needed to urinate after receiving too much IV fluid, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. His ears turned bright red, and he felt embarrassed, so he could only let Song Chu in. Song Chu stared at him.

Nan Yu unzipped her pants, but was so stared at that she couldn't urinate. After standing there for two seconds, she couldn't help but gesture: Don't look.

Song Chu then realized that his gaze had been too blatant. He turned around, a smile appearing on his lips. "Alright, I won't look. You go ahead."

Nan Yu: ?(?????????)?

It was difficult, intermittent. After taking care of my physiological needs, I just wanted to find a turtle shell to retreat into.

I go to the toilet every now and then.

From initial embarrassment to later giving up.

After the needle was removed and he hadn't slept for several nights, Song Chu was exhausted. There were no other beds in the VIP single room, so he dozed off on the table. Nan Yu saw that he was sleeping uncomfortably, so she put on her slippers, went over and poked the man's shoulder.

Song Chu woke up instantly; he hadn't been sleeping soundly to begin with.

With a sleepy voice, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Nan Yu: Go sleep on the bed, it's uncomfortable to lie face down.

Song Chu glanced at the bed and then looked at Nan Yu, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

As she spoke, she got up and went to the bedside. She took off her white coat and the outer jacket underneath, and couldn't help but yawn. Nan Yu smiled.

Song Chu: "You're not fully recovered yet, so lie down."

After being sick, her body was indeed more fragile. She turned pale after walking only a few steps. She walked around to the other side of the bed, lay down, and Song Chu was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

As she rolled over, she unconsciously hugged Nan Yu's waist and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. (Lampwick: ...)

His fatigue was visibly obvious; he was probably really tired. Nan Yu didn't push him away or push him in. She shifted slightly to find a comfortable position and started reading a novel on her phone.

Only this one is silent.

Song Chu woke up after sleeping for about three hours.

Just as he was about to move, he realized he was holding Nan Yu, who hadn't pushed him away yet. He was a little reluctant to leave, so he pretended to be still half asleep and moved a little closer, his stubble poking Nan Yu's neck.

I felt uncomfortable and didn't want to move, so I could only endure it.

Song Chu realized he might have made him uncomfortable, so he moved his head slightly away. Deng Xin breathed a sigh of relief and continued reading his novel, which was similar to the one he was currently reading, but a romance.

A short, melodramatic story.

No matter how good the female lead was to the male lead, he still firmly believed in the female supporting character. In the end, the female lead got cancer and died. When the male lead learned the truth, his belated affection was worthless.

Seeing the heart-wrenching parts of the video was incredibly satisfying; it was absolutely exhilarating.

I initially thought he was really chasing his wife all the way to the crematorium, but then I noticed something was wrong with the progress bar, so I nervously continued watching. Sure enough, the female lead had terminal cancer, but was saved by a miracle drug... ? ????

The male lead regrets his actions and meets the female lead again. He pursues her, but after only two chapters, the female lead softens and abandons the devoted second male lead who has always been by her side, running away into the arms of the male lead who has been torturing her and wanting her kidney.

The lamp wick in the blanket got so warm from looking at it that it turned red.

My breathing became heavier, and I started to feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Chu's hand was not far from his other hand. He took his pulse and found that his heart was beating a little fast. His breathing was also abnormal. He opened his eyes and saw that Nan Yu's face was purple with anger. Song Chu pressed a certain acupoint on him and freed his hand to get the needle.

After disinfection, it is inserted into the skin.

As her complexion gradually returned to normal, Song Chu dared not be careless for even a second and asked, "Keep your mind calm. What's wrong?"

Nan Yu shook her head.

Song Chu: "You can tell me if something's wrong. Don't keep it bottled up inside, or you'll get sick. You're weak, and your heart rate is too fast, which could lead to sudden death."

Nan Yu wasn't upset, just angry. When Song Chu comforted him, he almost cried. He gestured: "I was reading a novel and I'm a little angry. It's okay. I'm sorry for waking you up."

Song Chu breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly tensed up again: "Don't read articles with strong emotional fluctuations, your body can't handle it."

The lamp wick pursed its lips and nodded obediently.

I'm not watching anymore.

Song Chu took care of him for a week, and he was finally able to be discharged from the hospital. The weather turned cold suddenly, and Nan Yu hadn't bought any winter clothes. If he caught a bad cold on the way back, he would be on the verge of death. Song Chu couldn't bear that.

There were light jackets in the department, so we brought them to Nan Yu to wear, and took him back with us. The villa was too big, and even with many decorations, it would still feel empty, which would not be good for Nan Yu's recovery.

I'm still coughing after two days at home.

No matter how I try to fix it, it doesn't work.

Song Chu suggested to the old man that they move out.

The old man can no longer count on his grandson.

All I hope is that Song Chu can make Nan Yu happy, give Deng Xin a card, and let Song Chu take her out to live.

Song Chu took the person to his small apartment, which was over 100 square meters. It was not as big as the kitchen in the Fu family's old house, but the decoration was cozy and there were many green plants. Just looking at it made him feel good. When you feel good, all your illnesses disappear.

He put Nan Yu's luggage in the master bedroom and said, "You'll be staying here from now on."

As he spoke, he pushed open the wardrobe and took out his clothes. The master bedroom had good lighting, which was perfect for the patient to sleep in, while he slept in the guest room.

Nan Yu: You don't need to move, I'll sleep over there.

Pointing to the house across the street.

Song Chu: "There's only a little bit of sunset over there at dusk. It's okay, you can sleep here. It's a small place, and I feel bad for you."

Nan Yu hurriedly waved her hand: No, no, it's very good.

Song Chu smiled and said, "It's close to the hospital." After a two-second pause, she added, "It's also close to the Fu family's, so you can bring me food anytime."