Chapter 144 Rabbit Baby Gets Sick. A Renowned Doctor Appears.

Wen Yanyu shook her head, feeling as if a piece of iron was constantly falling into her head, extremely heavy, her whole body was weak and sore, too weak to move, and the soreness was unbearable.

I don't want to move at all.

Not to mention going to the hospital for those repetitive tests that were almost meaningless to him.

The other side of the sofa is concave.

That comforting scent of sandalwood enveloped me once more.

The sounds around me were muffled and indistinct; I could only vaguely make out that a few people were talking about what dishes they were making for lunch.

The silhouette of the person crouching in front of me was very blurry.

Wen Yanyu barely opened her eyes, but her eyelids felt dry and she could only make out a blurry patch of color. The patch of color slowly approached, and she could feel her breath hitting her cheek.

The brain cannot identify who the person in front of it is.

Wen Yanyu obediently took the pills fed to her, tilted her head back slightly, and drank water to swallow them.

Wanting to coax her to take the medicine quickly, Fu Zhiyan gave it to her in a hurry. The water in the cup had just boiled, and she had only added a little cold water. The temperature wasn't adjusted properly, and it was slightly too hot for her tongue.

Wen Yanyu jolted awake from the burn, and her spoiled nature, a result of her illness, surged up. She instinctively pouted and said, "Fu Hanchuan, are you trying to burn me to death on purpose so you can go out and find a new bunny?"

Fu Zhiyan, who had just squatted down to check the temperature, paused, her eyes widening in surprise for a moment.

Fu Hanchuan, who was sitting next to him, was also stunned for a moment.

Wen Yanyu's voice was very soft and was not picked up by the living room camera, so no one in the live broadcast room could hear it.

But Chu Xingbai, who was tasked by Jiang Wanrou to observe Wen Yanyu's every move, listened very carefully and chuckled.

A dismissive reminder: "Yan Yu, have you gone mad from the fever? He's Fu Zhiyan, your old man..."

After realizing what he had almost blurted out.

Chu Xingbai's pupils trembled, his tone paused, and then he abruptly changed direction: "Your friend Lao Fu is sitting next to you."

The viewers in the live chat paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

[Haha, you're laughing so hard you'll get rich! Little Bai, were you just talking about your husband?]

[Regarding the incident where Rabbit, after becoming delirious with fever, mistook her husband for someone else in front of him, it's quite rare. Given their previous atmosphere, Fu Hanchuan surprisingly wasn't angry today.]

[I was just wondering why these two suddenly froze; turns out, another eerie chaotic scene has unfolded.]

[Little Dog Bro: Good news, the person I like sees me as her husband. Bad news, her husband is right next to her.]

Hearing what Chu Xingbai said.

Wen Yanyu was stunned for a moment, her brain's thinking mechanism briefly froze, and she stared blankly at the color blocks in front of her for a long time.

Fu Zhiyan?

Fu Hanchuan?

Who is who?

Isn't that Aunt Jiang sitting next to him?

A complex expression flashed across Fu Zhiyan's face, but she quickly regained her composure and stood up.

Fu Hanchuan also came to his senses, reached out and tucked the slightly disheveled bedding around Wen Yanyu, and said softly, "I'm here."

I felt a dent in the sofa in front of my legs.

Fu Zhiyan echoed, "I'm here."

The two people stood on the left and right.

Wen Yanyu looked up at Fu Hanchuan sitting on her left, then looked down at Fu Zhiyan sitting on her right.

The person in front of me was Fu Zhiyan, and Fu Hanchuan was next to him. Fu Zhiyan is Fu Hanchuan, Fu Hanchuan is Fu Hanchuan, no, Fu Hanchuan is Fu Zhiyan, Fu Zhiyan is…

There are two people.

Wen Yanyu's gaze became unfocused.

The brain, already unable to think much due to the fever, completely shut down in the struggle between rational thought and instinctive reaction.

Wen Yanyu's reaction was observed by the two of them.

Fu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, unsure whether he should be happy or jealous.

After learning the truth, the anger and resentment dissipated.

But the jealousy gradually increased.

Wen Yanyu fell in love with both of them because they were of the same soul, and she loved them because of their shared love for each other.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Zhiyan skillfully massaging Wen Yanyu's calf, patiently relieving her soreness.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were deep and dark, his jawline was tense, and his heartbeat was slow.

But who?

She was the one who was loved first.

A century of companionship—the answer seems obvious.

This almost certain conjecture made his already irritable mood even more depressed.

Fu Zhiyan's massage technique was excellent, and the pressure was just right. Before long, Wen Yanyu was so comfortable that she closed her eyes.

The soreness in her legs was relieved a lot. Wen Yanyu tried many different positions on the sofa, but no matter how she lay down, she felt uncomfortable. She changed positions repeatedly.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, gently raised his hand, and pulled the person and blanket into his arms.

With the giant human-shaped body pillow, Wen Yanyu was clearly much more comfortable, and she nestled against Fu Hanchuan's chest, rubbing against him a few times.

The original position is now empty.

Fu Zhiyan moved closer to the two of them.

Fu Hanchuan tensed up and subconsciously hugged Wen Yanyu tighter. Then, remembering their conversation the night before, he paused slightly.

Fu Zhiyan has 21 days left.

He has three years left.

What's there to fuss about?

never mind.

It was accepted by default.

One person was responsible for holding the person and massaging their forehead, while the other would stand up from time to time to pour water and take their temperature.

While Fu Hanchuan got up to go upstairs to get his clothes, he didn't care that the camera was filming. Fu Zhiyan quickly took Wen Yanyu from him and skillfully adjusted her posture.

Wen Yanyu merely lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced at it lightly.

They will continue to hibernate, nestled in their new embrace.

Fu Hanchuan changed into a set of soft, comfortable clothes and walked downstairs. Fu Zhiyan was reluctant to give up her seat.

The two moved so gently that Wen Yanyu didn't even realize that she had been spun around three times in their arms.

Each person hugs the other for a while.

An uncanny understanding.

Fu Hanchuan wrapped the blanket around himself and, using the faint cover of the quilt, kissed the boy's forehead.

Nobody cared about the filming or the potential public opinion it might generate.

I just want to cherish these last moments.

The chat was completely silent.

[Hiss... Did I switch to the wrong channel? Is this a persimmon or a crabapple tree?]

[You don't love me? ??? You? You just handed your beautiful wife over to the new girl like that? You weren't like this before!]

[Although I jokingly said I'd let my bunny eat two, I really was just kidding! Please don't let my bunny actually eat two! I'm a pure love warrior! My bunny is just a normal bunny!]

[I won't say you don't love me anymore, you love me so much! I used to think Wen was the one with the super love-obsessed personality, but I never realized Fu was actually the one with the love-obsessed personality. You're a true ninja.]

[Why do I get the feeling that Fu is basically agreeing with everything right now...? So, is this reasonable?]

[Speaking of which, doesn't anyone else think Fu is acting strange? Aside from interacting with Rabbit, he seemed rather lifeless all day. Rabbit from the first episode of Illusion.]

[The rabbit sings and the dog follows. (not really.)]

The three of them had a harmonious atmosphere.

Perhaps because the other half of their soul is dissipating, their consciousness and emotions begin to be shared, and their behavior and thoughts are also affected.

Fu Hanchuan remained calm.

The surging, intense pain, hidden beneath a calm facade by years of habit, was now pounding wildly against his chest, as if it could tear him apart and devour him completely at any moment.

He could sense that the other body that belonged to him had stopped beating.

His heart was still pounding, echoing in his ears like a painful clock that wailed on his behalf, striking his body's walls again and again, causing dull pain to spread throughout his limbs and bones.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his gaze slightly, his fingers moving slowly and gently stroking the boy's hair, tenderly and affectionately.

Three years.

Thirty years.

Very few.

Wen Yanyu was drowsy, her long hair falling down and overlapping with the fluffy blanket. She nestled softly in Fu Hanchuan's arms. Because of her fever, her body was warm and cozy, with the outer blanket being fluffy.

Fu Hanchuan stared at the person in his arms for a long time. The warm touch under his palm made him feel like he was holding a lively little rabbit.

Through the life of another person, I felt that I was still alive.

My tense emotions were inexplicably relieved a little.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and unconsciously pressed his chin against the boy's cheek.

The atmosphere among the three was inexplicably harmonious. The two men's gazes remained fixed on the boy, with an indescribable and inexplicable meaning, as if they were looking at a precious treasure.

It's like watching.

One cannot be caught, nor can one be kept.

We can only embrace each other briefly in the present moment.

Sweet dream.

The viewer felt a strange bitterness in their heart.

Chu Xingbai frowned, subconsciously looked away, and resumed playing with the plush rabbit.

The person in the center of attention was delirious due to a fever, appearing completely unaware and occasionally adjusting their sleeping position.

Jiang Wanrou was watching the fire in the kitchen, Sang Yu asked how long it would take for the group to return, and Chu Xingbai was carrying out his daily routine with a plush rabbit.

Hello.

A deep, smiling male voice came from outside the living room.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Fu Hanchuan looked in the direction of the sound.

An elderly man was accompanying the two staff members.

The man who entered had white hair and many wrinkles on his face. Although he was obviously old, he had regular features and bright eyes. He carefully combed his white hair back.

Although it was obvious that he was getting on in years, he still had an upright posture and walked with a steady and powerful gait.

Before the staff could speak, Tao Huaishan scanned the room and immediately locked onto his target.

He picked up the small box and walked straight towards Wen Yanyu.

[Frog Fun, who is this? Why isn't the production team introducing him? Is he a new guest?]

[The production team mentioned this morning that a special guest would be arriving this afternoon, a leading figure in the medical field, who would only be participating in the one-day recording.]

[Looking at her, dressed like this, it's obvious I can't get an appointment with her.]

[You can't criticize this one, you really can't. At his age, he walks with more steadiness than I do; you can tell he's capable.]

[This is a mental state that every office worker envies.]

The production team had informed a special guest in advance that they would be participating in a day of filming to promote traditional Chinese medicine culture. The guest was originally scheduled to arrive in the afternoon, but upon learning that someone was ill, they requested to arrive earlier.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the suddenly appearing old man, paused slightly, searched his memory for a few seconds, and quickly recognized that the other party was a highly respected leading figure in the medical field.

"Yan Yan, a new guest has arrived, don't sleep yet."

Fu Hanchuan gently patted Wen Yanyu's back to wake him up.

Wen Yanyu peeked out from the man's arms. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying too much due to the high fever, and her vision was blurry, making it difficult to see anything clearly.

Hearing the faint sounds of many people talking, Wen Yanyu thought it was time to eat. She half-opened her eyes and was helped up from the sofa by Fu Hanchuan.

"Don't catch a cold." Fu Zhiyan held up the fluffy blanket and gently draped it over the boy again.

"Hmm." Wen Yanyu hummed softly, carefully drank some water from the cup Fu Zhiyan handed her, her consciousness still hazy, and she lay there listlessly, not making any response.

Sang Yu and Chu Xingbai curiously peeked over, and upon hearing the noise, Jiang Wanrou also rushed out of the kitchen.

Most people were up, except for two who were still missing.

It's impolite to start by treating someone's illness.

Tao Huaishan began by introducing himself: "Hello, I am Tao Huaishan, an ordinary doctor. I have been holding lectures here for the past month and was invited to participate in today's recording to share some interesting medical facts with you."

The old man's eyes were filled with a smile, and he spoke slowly and gently, his words clear and friendly, each one audible to everyone.

Just listening.

There was a strange sense of familiarity about it.

The group nodded and introduced themselves.

He exchanged a few lighthearted words with everyone.

"I was originally going to come in the afternoon, but the program crew told me that there was a child here who was not feeling well. I was free anyway, so I thought I'd come earlier to see if I could help in any way."

As Tao Huaishan said this, he slowly pulled up a chair.

Just as the old man was about to sit down, he inadvertently glanced at Wen Yanyu's strange white hair.

These young people...

The dyeing looks pretty realistic...

Tao Huaishan was about to move it when he suddenly paused.

His still bright black eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on the white hair for a few seconds before slowly moving away.

All of them turned their gazes toward Wen Yanyu at the same time.

Wen Yanyu was stunned: "Huh???"

"Me?" Wen Yanyu pointed to herself blankly, her face still flushed from the fever.

Under the watchful eyes of a crowd.

Wen Yanyu obediently reached out his hand.

Tao Huaishan closed his eyes slightly, placed his fingers on his pulse, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

The surrounding group of people dared not utter a sound. Sang Yu peered out like a curious child, while Jiang Wanrou twisted her fingers nervously, her heart pounding wildly.

Having understood why there are plush toy lovers, Chu Xingbai half-reclined on the sofa, wiggling his little rabbit, rubbing his chubby belly, and taking big gulps of his favorite soda.

[Bunny: Huh? Don't talk about me? Huh? Me?]

[Just got back from Baidu, "I'm an ordinary doctor," an ordinary academician, and a master of traditional Chinese medicine.]

[Oh~ I was just complaining to my friend about the show's producers not taking Rabbit to the hospital. Well, producers, since you found Rabbit a powerful figure, we'll let you off the hook for now.]

To be honest, even I, someone who isn't a medical professional, could tell that Wen's complexion was terribly bad. It seemed like Professor Tao went straight to Wen as soon as he entered, perhaps to avoid being impolite, so he introduced himself first.

[Xiao Bai! Stop drinking! Where's the manager?! My aloof Xiao Bai has turned into a ghost ever since he appeared on this variety show! I don't want a chubby Xiao Bai!]

Time passed little by little.

Tao Huaishan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, the gentle smile on his face had long since vanished, and even his original calmness had disappeared.