Xiang Zhilan initially thought he was faking it, but then she realized he hadn't gotten up for quite some time.
She remained skeptical, sat up and looked at Shen Muzhi on the ground. His face was unusually red, almost turning purple.
"Hey, Shen Muzhi." She immediately got out of bed, bent down and touched his forehead, then was startled and slapped his face repeatedly, "Shen Muzhi, wake up."
"I haven't lost, I won't get a divorce..." he stubbornly said, before finally losing consciousness.
Xiang Zhilan shook him again, but he was no longer responsive, and his breathing began to weaken.
She didn't care that it was the middle of the night, and immediately got up and went to Bo Qingyun's room to wake her up.
Bo Qingyun knew her son had sneaked in that evening, which is why she deliberately delayed letting Zhilan return to his room, intending to teach him a lesson. Little did she know he was so seriously ill.
About ten minutes later, the military doctor came over with his medicine kit, gave Shen Muzhi an injection and medicine, and changed the dressing on his wound.
"The fever is probably caused by a wound infection. He needs to rest in bed for a few days." After giving the instructions, Bo Qingyun asked the housekeeper to see him out.
Bo Qingyun sighed softly as she watched her son, who was half-conscious and still clutching Xiang Zhilan's sleeve.
"Lanlan, it's so late, you should go and rest. I'll take care of things here," she said to Xiang Zhilan.
Xiang Zhilan couldn't pull her sleeve away, and felt it wouldn't be good to leave Bo Qingyun alone, so she said, "I'll stay with you."
Bo Qingyun smiled slightly. In fact, she realized that Zhi Lan was not as indifferent to Mu Zhi as she claimed. At least she still cared about his life and death. When she ran over to inform her earlier, she looked a little flustered.
Xiang Zhilan sat on the side of the bed, took the towel that Bo Qingyun had wrung out, and used it to cool Shen Muzhi down physically.
The two took turns caring for him throughout the night, and Shen Muzhi's fever finally subsided.
Bo Qingyun went out to instruct the servants to prepare breakfast, and then went back to her room to wash up.
Xiang Zhilan was so sleepy that she lay down on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.
When Shen Muzhi woke up, he saw Xiang Zhilan sleeping next to him. The hurtful words from last night vanished instantly, and his mood became much lighter.
He weakly raised his hand and touched her cheek, his usually cold eyes now filled with warmth.
Xiang Zhilan felt an itch on her face, closed her eyes, and waved her hand to shoo away the annoying 'fly'.
A short while later, he came to his senses, opened his eyes and looked up, only to see that Shen Muzhi had woken up.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she thought of their current situation and said coolly, "I thought you didn't need to get a divorce certificate and could just become widowed."
"That's a real shame. You're not widowed, and you can forget about getting a divorce certificate." Shen Muzhi's voice was still hoarse, but this hoarseness added a touch of magnetic gentleness to it.
Xiang Zhilan pulled her sleeve back, too lazy to argue with him about the topic.
Shen Muzhi, not wanting her to revert to her cold demeanor, leaned over and pulled her onto the bed.
"Shen Muzhi, are you sick?!" He just recovered from his fever and needs to rest, and now he's causing trouble.
“Yes, I’m sick. I’ve been sick ever since I met you.” Shen Muzhi pressed Xiang Zhilan down, restraining her from moving, and continued in a hoarse voice, “My illness is getting worse and worse. You can’t cure me.”
Xiang Zhilan was slightly taken aback; the meaning of these words seemed to be...
"I don't know what you're talking about." She didn't want to think about it that way, and pushed against Shen Muzhi, trying to break free from his embrace.
Shen Muzhi tightened his arms around her, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Don't get a divorce, I can't live without you."
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