The guest room was on the second floor, but the two elderly people were old, and Wei Zhaoye was tall and had long legs, so it was inconvenient to carry them up to the second floor. They could only be placed in Bi Xie's room for the time being.
Bi Xie comforted him, "Grandpa and Grandma, you should go and rest. It's alright. I know about his illness. He'll be fine after resting for a while after an attack."
The two elderly people still looked worried. The grandmother asked, "Is he still breathing?"
Grandpa said, "How could we not send him to the hospital? His bodyguards are so unreliable. The boss fainted, and they just drove off without explaining anything."
Bi Xie tucked the blanket around Wei Zhaoye and said, "It's alright, Grandma. Didn't you just check his breathing? He's breathing! He's really fine. You should all go and rest. He'll definitely wake up first thing tomorrow morning."
The two elderly people left the house with some doubt, and told them, "You should get some rest too. If anything happens, just call out."
Bi Xie responded, and after the two old men left, he let out a breath and closed the door.
"Wei Zhaoye, Wei Zhaoye," Bi Xie poked the man's face to confirm that the man had really fainted, then threw a left hook at the man's handsome face as a gesture.
Ultimately, though he had the desire, he lacked the courage, so he turned his fist into a claw and began searching inside the man's clothes.
It has to be said that Wei Zhaoye's allure lies not only in his flawless handsome face, but also in the model-like figure hidden beneath his clothes; she thinks she can... touch his abs.
After finding the medicine bottle, Bi Xie patted his face and muttered to himself, "Why are you blushing like that? It's not like I haven't seen some peerless geniuses before!"
Bi Xie opened the medicine bottle, poured out a few white pills, glanced at the man with his eyes closed, found a small pair of tweezers, scraped some white powder into a transparent bag, then pried open the man's mouth, looking troubled.
Wei Zhaoye is currently unable to swallow pills on her own.
Bi Xie went to the main room, poured a cup of hot water, put the pills in, and then went back to his room.
Just as she was about to help Wei Zhaoye up to drink her medicine, her eyes suddenly widened.
The water in which the pill was added turned completely red.
It's like... a glass of blood.
Damn, isn't this medicine white? How did it turn red after melting?
Bi Xie swallowed hard, gazing longingly at the handsome man sleeping soundly on the bed for a while before slowly feeding him the medicine.
A few drops of medicine slid down the corner of the man's mouth, along his lip line, and into the bottomless depths of his clothes.
With a gurgling sound.
Bi Xie swallowed again.
Before leaving, Bi Xie secretly scraped some more powder into the cup. Because she was worried that Wei Zhaoye, this precision calculator, would know exactly how many pills were left in the medicine bottle, she only dared to rub a little on each pill.
Without exception, whether rinsed with cold or hot water, these powders turn into bright colors after being wetted.
It looks like...human blood.
Completely baffled, Bi Xie slept restlessly that night. The bamboo grove behind the house rustled in the wind, and the windows on the second floor swayed and creaked in the wind.
There was no air conditioning in the old house, only a ceiling fan in the main room. After Bi Xie came back, she bought two small fans, one for her room and one for her grandparents' room.
The two elderly people are energy-efficient and are used to the hot rural environment, so they don't usually turn on the fan.
Bi Xie, however, cannot function without the fan.
Lying in bed, Bi Xie tossed and turned like a salted fish, all sleepiness gone.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Bi Xie abruptly looked up towards the door.
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