Ling Jiao listened and looked at Fu Shiqin on the hospital bed.
"Aren't you taking him back to the capital?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyi sighed helplessly.
“I can bring him back, but if he continues to drown his sorrows in alcohol, at best he might get a stomach hemorrhage, and at worst he could end up in a much worse state.”
“But if you leave, you can’t just leave him here,” Ling Jiao said with a troubled expression.
At least, having the Fu family to take care of him back in the capital is much more helpful for his recovery than staying here.
“Miss Ling, Fu Xiaoer’s most serious problem right now isn’t the bleeding ulcers, but his heartache,” Fu Shiyi said, looking at him intently. “It’s a heartache caused by you.”
"Third Young Master, I think you should send him back to the capital. It would be more convenient for your family to take care of him," Ling Jiao suggested earnestly.
Fu Shiyi glanced at the person on the hospital bed. "I already told you, he'll just drown his sorrows in alcohol again when he gets back. What if he gets even sicker then?"
“But… if you stay here, who will take care of him?” Ling Jiao asked, looking troubled.
"Mind your own business, he loves it when you nag him," Fu Shiyi said with a smile.
Ling Jiao's eyes darted away. "I... don't have that much time to come over."
“It won’t take too much time. Just go about your business and come over for a quick look whenever you have a spare moment,” Fu Shiyi said.
However, Ling Jiao still firmly opposed it.
"No, you should find a way to send him back to the capital."
She finally made up her mind to keep her distance from him and not continue this entanglement.
"Never mind, we'll talk about it when he wakes up," Fu Shiyi said.
Ling Jiao didn't offer any further opinions and stayed at the hospital until dawn before rushing back to the film crew.
Fu Shiqin woke up less than half an hour after she left, and looked around as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Huh, how did I end up in a hospital?"
“You vomited blood last night, did you know that?” Fu Shiyi said.
"Spitting blood?" Fu Shiqin was startled and asked anxiously, "Don't tell me I have some terminal illness."
"What illness? You've just been drinking too much lately and have a bleeding stomach ulcer," Fu Shiyi scoffed, though he had indeed been terrified at the time.
Fu Shiqin rubbed his throbbing temples. "You brought me here?"
"Otherwise, could it be that your ex-girlfriend brought you here?" Fu Shiyi snorted and said, "However, your illness is actually a good thing."
"What's so good about it? Try vomiting blood yourself!" Fu Shiqin rubbed his aching stomach, feeling a bit nauseous.
Fu Shiyi sat on the sofa with his arms crossed. "Your ex-girlfriend stayed by your bedside all night last night."
"Damn it, why didn't you wake me up for something so important?" Fu Shiqin sat up abruptly. He had actually fallen asleep at such a crucial moment.
Fu Shiyi rolled his eyes at him, "Do I need to wake you up? Last night you were crying your eyes out while holding someone's hand, and then you slept like a log after crying your eyes out."
However, Ling Jiao still seemed a little nervous about him.
"When did she leave?" Fu Shiqin asked happily.
Fu Shiyi checked the time. "About half an hour ago."
Fu Shiqin slapped his forehead. How could he have slept so soundly? It would have been better if he had woken up half an hour earlier.
"Will she come later?"
"Then it depends on your acting skills." Fu Shiyi shrugged.
Fu Shiqin nodded, then shook his head.
"Wouldn't it be wrong for me to fake illness and lie to her?"
Fu Shiyi rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "You're not faking it. You are sick, but you're just pretending to be more serious. I've already spoken to the doctor, so you can keep pretending."
With his illness, he no longer needs to devise a plan to feign injury.
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