Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Annie was dumbstruck and unable to reply him.
Chris looked at her seriously and asked, âTell me, do you like him?â
âIâ¦â Annieâs eyes darted about nervously, her hands balled up into fists.
Chris was about to take her away but the door to the room opened, and the doctor came out excitedly, not expecting to see them. He said quickly, âYour Highness, the patient is awake!â
Startled, Annie then pushed the doctor away and went into the room.
Sure enough, Ye Sijue, who had been unconscious, was sitting at the head of the bed. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at her.
Their eyes met.
Although he was awake, he seemed like he couldnât see clearly and his face was very red.
âXiaomengâ¦â he called her in a hoarse voice.
Annie walked over to the bed. Looking at him worriedly, she asked, âAre you still feeling unwell?â
Behind her, the doctor said, âAlthough the patient is awake, the fever has not subsided yet.â
The doctor thought it was a medical miracle. The fever hadnât subsided yet but the patient had woken up anyway.
Ye Sijue lifted his hand, looking like he was trying to grab Annie.
Seeing his hand, Annieâs eyes reddened and she instinctively walked over to hold his hand.
Ye Sijue grasped her hand tightly.
Annie reached out and touched his face. His face was still hot. No wonder it was so red.
Chris walked in. With an enigmatic expression, he glanced at the doctor and said. âIs his condition improving now that heâs awake? Is there any other way to help reduce his fever?â
The doctor thought about it for a moment and said, âEating would help him. When he gains energy heâll be able to recover faster.â
Chris turned to the helper and instructed them to prepare food.
Annie thought of something, and she called a helper, saying, âMake him porridge! Something like a simple lean meat porridge will do.â
âPorridge?â Chris was puzzled, but realizing that it was probably a Chinese custom, he told the helpers to prepare it.
âOh yeah, bring the soup to tide him over for now.â
The helper went down. It didnât take long for her to bring up the bowl of soup. It was the soup that Annie had eaten downstairs.
Annie took the bowl and sat on the bed to feed Ye Sijue.
Chris glanced at her, but he didnât make any comments.
Ye Sijue had never let anyone feed him ever since he was young. But seeing that it was Annie, he didnât refuse. Like a docile dog, he allowed Annie to feed him.
âAfter eating he should take some antipyretic and cool down. The fever should subside soon afterwards.â
Ye Sijue finished eating the soup.
Just as Annie put down the bowl, Chris grabbed her wrist.
âCome with me for a while.â Chrisâs expression was not gentle but a little severe. âI need to talk to you.â
âButâ¦â Annie looked at Ye Sijue.
Annie hesitated. When Chris pulled her up, Ye Sijue grabbed her other arm.
He held her forcefully, as if he were afraid that she would leave.
âI also have something to say to you.â Ye Sijueâs voice was hoarse.