People always think they can control everything.
Controlling children, controlling family, controlling nature, controlling fate... In the end, you can't even control a small fever.
As Shang Yechu fell headfirst to the ground, this sentence suddenly flashed through her burning brain. She suddenly had a strange feeling that her brain was about to be burned out, and then she would revert to being the fool she used to be.
"My brain, my brain!" Shang Yechu cried out repeatedly as she lay on the ground. She reached out to touch her head, but only found a head of sweaty hair.
A sense of fear finally gripped Shang Ye's heart. Yes, *Anna Doraemon* was important. But her mind was even more important. Reason and wisdom were everything to her! She didn't want to exchange feelings with Yang Huanyi anymore, nor did she want to reveal her soul. Let Yang Huanyi act however he wanted! She was going to find Luo Yao, give her lots and lots of money, and turn Lin Fengyu into Zhao Lele's accessory, just like how she interpreted *Half of the Sky*—
Shang Yechu let out a long groan. Her body, which hadn't been sick in a long time, convulsed due to the extreme fluctuations in body temperature. Images long forgotten flashed before her eyes. Her younger brother was reaching out to Ji Juntao for an expensive toy, her mother was throwing a tantrum at the company, her father was typing numbers back and forth on a calculator, calculating how much his daughter was worth... Her sisters sat on the sofa at home, looking at her with the same indifference, pity, self-satisfaction, and apathy as they had so many times before.
"I don't want to be sick anymore. I don't want to be sick anymore..." Shang Yechu cried out, "I want to—"
In the darkness, Shang Yechu seemed to hear a voice sigh.
When Yang Huanyi pushed open the door, she saw Shang Yechu lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket.
She touched Shang Yechu's forehead; it was still burning hot. Yang Huanyi took out the thermometer she had just bought from her bag and clipped it onto Shang Yechu's forehead.
The location rented by the film crew was truly remote, and they could only buy old-fashioned underarm thermometers. When Yang Huanyi lifted the blanket to insert the thermometer, she saw a sweaty human shape already left under Shang Yechu by water.
As Yang Huanyi got closer to Shang Yechu, he heard her muttering something. It was a string of gibberish, and after listening for a while, Yang Huanyi finally made out that it sounded like something like "get out," "you all go to hell," and "the sparrows kissing under the pond, sparrows, sparrows."
Yang Huanyi shook her head, wondering which language Ye Chu was dreaming about. She wouldn't get angry over those few swear words; it was a common delirium symptom in people with fevers, and it didn't refer to any specific person.
Logically speaking, if someone has a fever so high that they're delirious, there's no need to give them any medicine; the proper thing to do is to take them to the hospital immediately. However, after hesitating a few times, Yang Huanyi's need to "cultivate the feeling required for the script with Ye Chu" quickly outweighed her concern for Shang Ye Chu's health.
Young people are healthy; they won't get burned.
With her exceptional martial arts skills, she had toiled for over a decade in the entertainment industry, sacrificing her body, youth, sweat, tears, and even blood. She had finally made it into the film industry, only to be dragged down two years ago by a trivial matter—filming multiple projects simultaneously—that caused her to fall from her hard-earned position. How could Yang Huanyi not feel resentment?
Annadoria was her last chance.
Yang Huanyi silently apologized to Ye Chu. She took out the medicine from her bag, mixed it according to the instructions, helped Ye Chu up, and coaxed, "Ye Chu, take your medicine."
Ye Chu ignored her. She seemed trapped in a nightmare.
Yang Huanyi tried several times, but couldn't get Ye Chu to swallow the medicine. In desperation, she sat on the corner of the bed, letting Ye Chu lean against her shoulder. Then she held a palmful of pills to Ye Chu's lips: "Ye Chu, open your mouth."
Shang Yechu's lips twitched, rubbing against Yang Huanyi's fingers, searching for the life-saving pills. Yang Huanyi was feeling uneasy when, upon smelling the bitter aroma of the pills, Shang Yechu's lips suddenly twitched, knocking Yang Huanyi's hand over.
Even Yang Huanyi, a saint, couldn't sit still now. Besides, she and Shang Yechu weren't exactly close friends, and she'd been living together for three days straight, barely managing to keep up with the tension. She immediately lost face: "What are you doing?!"
After being scolded, Shang Yechu slumped to the side. Yang Huanyi couldn't stop her and could only watch helplessly as she sank back into the pillow, soon beginning to snore softly. This kind of snoring is common among people with colds.
What a debt collector!
Yang Huanyi couldn't understand how Lin Fengyu had developed feelings for Zhao Lele while caring for her. Shang Yechu was usually quiet and reserved, only becoming rowdy when she was sick, which Yang Huanyi found almost unbearable. The Zhao Lele in the script was so spoiled, and she was even the daughter of her enemy—did Lin Fengyu have masochistic tendencies?
Filled with incomprehensible questions, Yang Huanyi prepared another handful of pills for Shang Yechu. This time, she didn't have the patience to coax Shang Yechu to take them. Instead, she simply pried open Shang Yechu's lips and stuffed the pills in one by one, making Shang Yechu hold them in her mouth.
Anyway, she can't taste the bitterness now. Once she notices the bitterness, she will naturally get up to drink water and swallow it.
Just as Yang Huanyi was happily inserting the medication, she suddenly noticed that Shang Yechu's lips moved a few times, as if he was muttering something in his sleep.
Who is this annoying guy cursing now?
Yang Huanyi pulled her finger away from Shang Yechu's lips and curiously leaned in to listen.
Shang Yechu stammered, her brows furrowed, her face already soaked with sweat as if it had been pouring rain.
All I heard was her mumbling, "Mommy, Mommy..."
Yang Huanyi was stunned.
Shang Yechu called out twice, then, seemingly knowing she wouldn't get a response, fell silent. Yang Huanyi stared at her blankly for a long while, then sighed, bent down, wiped the sweat from Shang Yechu's face with his hand, and gently kissed her forehead.
"Mommy's here. Sleep, sleep... good baby... go to sleep now..."
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