Chu Juan stood at the door and gently knocked. After waiting for a while, there was no response from inside.
"Sister-in-law, I'm coming in." Although his address of "sister-in-law" sounded somewhat distant, she was now Fu Huaijin's wife, so it wasn't wrong to call her that.
He knocked a few more times, but there was still no response, so he simply opened the door and went in.
Su Yuxi sat on the edge of the bed, her aura calm and undisturbed. She showed no rejection when she saw the person who came in; she simply glanced at him and then looked away.
Chu Juan walked over slowly, his tone as amiable as ever: "How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"
While asking her questions, he also secretly observed her complexion. She seemed to be doing well, and apart from psychological trauma, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Su Yuxi shook her head slightly: "No."
"Can I take your pulse?" Chu Juan had already reached out his hand, but Su Yuxi lifted the blanket to cover herself.
It was a silent rejection of him.
"I'm fine, I'll be alright in a few days." She just can't accept it right now.
Chu Juan curled his fingers, his heart filled with mixed feelings, and he couldn't say anything more.
"Alright, that... the explosion has nothing to do with you. That person had a chip in their brain that automatically triggers an alarm when a keyword is touched. If they repeatedly try to mention it, the chip will activate the explosion program."
"Don't blame yourself, this has nothing to do with you."
He was afraid that Su Yuxi would take the blame for this life, and the constant back and forth would easily cause her mental problems.
The scene was extremely tragic. If I had seen it myself, I would have needed some time to calm down, let alone her.
Su Yuxi stared at him blankly, then nodded.
"You can go out now. I want to rest. Tell him... not to appear in front of me for now." She knew this request was unfair to Fu Huaijin, but she really didn't want to see that face again.
Chu Juan sighed almost imperceptibly: "Okay, call me again if you feel unwell."
"Also, I've used half of your medicinal herbs. I'll transfer the money to your card later. If you have any objections to the amount, just let me know."
Su Yuxi nodded, closed her eyes, and showed no intention of continuing the conversation.
Chu Juan pursed her lips and could only retreat for the time being. She had originally thought that money could arouse her interest, but it was clear that money had no effect on her at the moment.
As soon as he came out of the door, Fu Huaijin nervously came over to ask about the result.
"How about it."
Chu Juan shook his head under his expectant gaze, and the words he uttered sank his heart to the bottom: "Let her calm down for a few days first. You'd better not appear in front of her, or you'll upset her."
Regardless of whether the person is fake or not, no one can stand it if someone with the same face as her husband blows her head off right in front of her.
Fu Huaijin clenched his fists tightly, having taken this into consideration. He had taken every precaution, but he never expected things to develop this way.
Now we can only hope that time will ease some of her fears, and if that doesn't work, we'll arrange for a psychologist to treat her.
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Even though Fu Huaijin wasn't around Su Yuxi, her mood remained unchanged.
She can't eat, and now her sleep has deteriorated significantly. She no longer smiles and keeps herself cooped up in her room all day, unwilling to come out.
The weather was nice today, and on a whim, she went for a walk in the garden.
Surrounded by a vibrant sea of flowers, her mood brightened considerably.
But when she smelled that familiar scent, her expression changed slightly, and she looked in a certain direction. Although Fu Huaijin had hidden it very well, the fact that half of his heel was inadvertently exposed still gave him away.
Su Yuxi's good mood vanished instantly, and she turned around and went into the house without hesitation.
The man, left alone in the corner, stared in the direction she had left, his eyes filled with disappointment and sadness, as if the entire sea of flowers had lost its luster with her departure.
As night fell, Su Yuxi lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Outside the door, Fu Huaijin's tall figure leaned against the wall, silently looking down at the tips of his shoes. The dim light outlined his resolute silhouette.
Unable to appear in person, he protected her in his own way.
For three days in a row, the two were in a state of frustration and dejection.
Chu Juan couldn't stand it any longer and found some time to have a heart-to-heart talk with Su Yuxi.
After a few days of reflection, Su Yuxi's mood was indeed better than at the beginning, but she still didn't want to see Fu Huaijin.
Chu Juan placed the pulse pillow on the table, looked at Su Yuxi who still looked somewhat tired, and asked softly, "How are you feeling today?"
Su Yuxi slightly raised her eyes, stared at that face for a moment, and then glanced at the pulse pillow: "It's alright."
Whether it's truly good or not, anyone with eyes can see that.
"Put your hands up here."
Su Yuxi was silent for a while, then extended her hand, her expression conflicted and fearful. In the past few days, she could feel that her body was not as good as before. In addition to having no appetite, she was also sleepy, her emotions were easily affected, she felt a tightness in her chest, and nothing went right. She had a feeling that she was about to die.
Chu Juan ignored the strangeness in her expression, placed three fingers on her pulse, and the moment his fingertips touched her pulse, he felt the pulse that was accumulating in her heart. Then... his gaze froze slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He stared at her face for a moment, then pressed his fingers down hard, his brows gradually furrowing into a frown.
Although Su Yuxi didn't understand medicine, she knew that if a doctor looked serious while taking her pulse, it meant he was dealing with some kind of difficult illness.
Could it be that I really have some serious illness?
Thinking about it this way, her heart immediately started to race.
After the diagnosis, Chu Juan silently withdrew his hand, his gaze fixed on her face: "Have you felt unwell anywhere lately?"
"Not feeling well?" Su Yuxi frowned slightly, lost in thought.
"At first, I had a poor appetite, didn't want to eat anything, was easily irritable, got tired easily, and slept more than usual."
"Do I have some serious illness?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she felt increasingly anxious.
Chu Juan silently shook his head: "When did you start having these symptoms?"
"Some time ago, I don't know the exact time, but one day I suddenly woke up and had no interest in any food, even though my stomach didn't hurt."
"What's wrong with me?" Su Yuxi stared intently at him, afraid that he would reveal a diagnosis that was beyond cure.
Chu Juan lowered his eyes in thought, concealing his true emotions, and tried to speak in a relaxed and casual manner: "It's not a big problem, don't think too much about it. I'll prescribe some medicine for you to drink first and see how it goes. If it doesn't work, we can adjust it."
"Oh." Su Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't an incurable disease, that was good.
Chu Juan gently comforted her for a couple more minutes, completely disregarding the purpose of her visit today. She picked up the pulse pillow, turned around and hurriedly went downstairs, heading straight for Fu Huaijin's temporary residence.
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