Song Qingyou's tears fell down in a plop.
She had struggled on the edge of life and death since childhood, and had long been accustomed to all kinds of pain, and had also learned not to cry.
But looking at Fu Wenzhou's appearance, her heart was in turmoil, filled with self-blame, sadness, heartache... a myriad of emotions instantly overwhelmed her.
She stood up and ran outside, heading straight for Yun Nian's side courtyard.
In the bedroom, Fu Wenzhou felt something drip onto his face. He was startled, and then, hearing her hurried footsteps fading away, he panicked. He struggled to reach out and called out in a hoarse voice, "Youyou..."
Fu Nan quickly supported him, "Young Master Fu, please don't worry, Miss Song went to find Yun Nian."
Fu Wenzhou's ears were ringing, but he could vaguely make out what he was saying, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know what state he was in, but he was sure he wasn't looking good.
He's really awful; he made Youyou cry for him.
If he had known the side effects would be so severe, he would have definitely stayed far away from her to avoid being seen.
well.
Now, Youyou will feel sad and guilty again.
...
With a loud bang, the door was practically kicked open.
Yun Nian was preparing medicine when she was so startled that her hand trembled, and she spilled all the medicine she had just prepared.
"Which bastard..." Upon seeing that it was Song Qingyou, he immediately fell silent. But when he saw her tear-streaked face, he was instantly enraged: "Sister Qingyou, who bullied you? Was it that stinky man Fu Wenzhou!"
Song Qingyou grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside.
Despite her usual frail health, her grip was surprisingly strong, as firm as an iron clamp, making it impossible for Yun Nian to break free.
"I don't want him to test the drug on me anymore, and you don't need to observe any side effects. Just cure him right now!"
Yun Nian nearly tripped and fell while being pulled by her. "But..."
"No buts! Either listen to me, or I'll give up on treatment!"
Song Qingyou rarely spoke so harshly. After dragging Yun Nian into the bedroom, she covered her mouth, closed the door, and quickly walked into the next room, suppressing a cough that was escaping her throat.
She coughed so hard she bent over, one hand bracing herself against the wall, the other grabbing her clothes to cover her mouth, afraid of coughing too loudly.
When he let go, a patch of blood appeared on the corner of his clothes in his palm.
She leaned weakly against the wall, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red from the force of her cough.
This was the first time she had ever felt such disgust for her broken body.
She had lost count of how many times Fu Wenzhou had put himself in danger for her sake.
In the next room, Yun Nian took out her silver needle pouch, hesitated for a long time, squatted down by the bed, took out one of the silver needles, hesitated for a few moments, and was about to stick it into his neck.
But just as the needle tip was half an inch from his skin, a sweaty hand grabbed him tightly.
Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes, a hint of clarity in them.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I can hold on." His breathing became rapid as he spoke, and his reaction was even stronger than Yun Nian had expected. "I can't let all my efforts go to waste."
Although his mind was foggy, whenever he was lucid, he would have Fu Nan write down his feelings truthfully.
For his Youyou, he wouldn't even flinch if it were a dangerous situation, let alone just a little bit of drug side effects.
He always felt that he could just hold on a little longer.
Yun Nian originally had a way to alleviate his pain, but he needed a more tangible result. Since he said he could persevere, that was of course the best outcome.
The door behind her opened, and Song Qingyou, who had returned to normal, appeared behind her.
"How is he?" she asked in a low voice.
Yun Nian pretended to have just finished giving him acupuncture, put away her needle kit, and said quickly, "I've already given him acupuncture. His symptoms will be relieved a lot. It will take him a day or two to recover once the effects of the medicine wear off."
Song Qingyou's lips were deathly pale: "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou on the bed was as quiet as if he were asleep, but only Fu Nan, who was closest to him, knew how hard he was enduring it.
Fu Nan glanced away, trying to remain calm, and said, "Miss Song, please go and rest. If you stay here, Mr. Fu will worry about you and won't be able to sleep well."
"Don't worry, I will stay here and guard him closely. I will inform you immediately if there are any changes in his condition."
Yun Nian also said, "Sister Qingyou, he can't get too emotional right now. For his own good, you should stay away from him for now. Don't worry, they say evil deeds live long lives, this guy will be fine. Besides, he didn't eat poison, I assure you, he'll be perfectly safe!"
Song Qingyou's throat started to itch again. She knew that staying here would only cause trouble for Fu Wenzhou, so she nodded and left.
As soon as she left, Fu Wenzhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
The sweat on his back had already soaked the sheets.
Neither Song Qingyou nor Fu Wenzhou slept that night.
Just as dawn broke, Fu Nan knocked on the door, excitedly saying, "Miss Song! Young Master Fu is alright!"
Before she could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened, and Song Qingyou came out of the room and went straight to the next room!
The man, who had seemed terminally ill just yesterday, was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking weak and powerless. Without even looking up, he said, "Fu Nan, get me something to eat, I'm fucking starving."
When she looked up, she saw Song Qingyou, who was pale-faced.
He grinned, his weakness tinged with a touch of foolishness, and winked at her: "Youyou, your husband is alive again!"
Song Qingyou glared at him for a long time with red eyes, then turned and left!
Fu Wenzhou's expression changed drastically!
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