Chapter Ninety-Nine: Falling Ill Year After Year
“Miss, wake up. Go back to your room and get some rest, it’s chilly here,” Auntie called out to Nian Nian.
Nian Nian groggily opened her eyes. “Auntie, what are you doing here?”
Nian Nian disliked having people around the house. Auntie usually only came during meal times to help with cooking, but ever since Jiang Hu arrived, even that was unnecessary—she just helped deliver meals now.
Auntie smiled warmly. “Thanks to Jiang Hu’s reminder. He said you often fall asleep here and told me to keep an eye on you.”
Jiang Hu again. Even though he was gone, how could he be so persistent?
Jiang Hu was everywhere.
Auntie had grown fond of Jiang Hu and kept praising him. “That boy is so thoughtful. Even I didn’t realize you disliked vegetables, but Jiang Hu did.”
Not eating vegetables was bad for health, so Jiang Hu had been experimenting with different ways to prepare them, hoping Nian Nian would eat more.
Auntie had learned about Jiang Hu’s identity and admired him even more.
She whispered in Nian Nian’s ear, “Jiang Hu is always so busy, yet he never stops thinking about you. You don’t find many like him.”
Nian Nian let the words pass through one ear and out the other.
Was this what they called—though he was gone, his spirit lived on?
“By the way, Jiang Hu also said you don’t sleep well. Before I left, I set the air conditioner to the perfect temperature for you.”
Auntie glanced at Nian Nian, her face hiding a secret excitement.
Look at them, developing so quickly, pretending to sleep in separate rooms.
Jiang Hu’s approach oddly stirred a rebellious streak in Nian Nian.
If Jiang Hu forbade her from doing something, she would insist on doing it; if he said no cold food, she ate cold food in big bites.
If he told her to sleep early, she would stay up until one or two in the morning.
After two or three days, Nian Nian had successfully made herself sick.
Early one morning, she woke up dizzy.
She had never felt like this before and paid it no mind, but it only got worse, her throat burning with pain.
The worst was that her period had come.
She had eaten so much cold food in the past few days, and now the consequences had arrived, leaving her pale and in pain.
For the first time, Nian Nian realized how fragile a mortal body could be.
She curled up in bed, the pain unbearable—worse than any serious injury she had endured before.
[Host, should I call an ambulance?]
Nian Nian’s face was pale. [No... no need.]
Was she not concerned about appearances?
She never expected to feel this miserable—immortals never got sick. Even when gravely injured, a pill would restore them instantly.
She hadn’t experienced this in a long time.
[Host, you look awfully uncomfortable.]
Nian Nian didn’t even have the energy to argue with the system.
It was all karma; she had brought this upon herself.
A pill might help, but it was too late—she had wasted too much time.
Half-dazed, she seemed to see Jiang Hu approaching.
He stood at the doorway; the smile on his face vanished instantly as he dropped what he was carrying and rushed over.
“Nian Nian? What’s wrong?”
Nian Nian was too weak to answer, curling up tighter.
“Nian Nian?” Jiang Hu scooped her up and started heading out. His hands trembled as he held her.
He was utterly panicked.
Nian Nian grew clearer-headed and weakly said, “Jiang Hu, put me down.”
“No. We’re going to the hospital,” Jiang Hu said firmly, carrying her out.
Hearing the word hospital, Nian Nian panicked. “I’m really fine. It’s just a common cold. Put me down.”
Jiang Hu remained unmoved, his expression darkening.
“Jiang Hu!” Suddenly, a gush of blood poured from beneath her.
She dared not move, but Jiang Hu still smelled the metallic scent in the air.
“Nian Nian, are you hurt? What happened?”
Jiang Hu examined her wound. Nian Nian, embarrassed, slapped him lightly. “I’m fine.”
“Then—” Jiang Hu immediately thought about her recent days.
“I’m much better. Please put me down.”
If she went to the hospital now, wouldn’t she lose face? Other immortals would surely laugh.
Understanding the situation, Jiang Hu’s face remained grim. Without a word, he laid Nian Nian back on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and turned off the air conditioner.
The room’s temperature rose instantly, making Nian Nian hot and restless.
“Don’t move,” Jiang Hu said, holding her hand firmly, his face ashen.
This was the first time Jiang Hu had acted this way toward her. Nian Nian froze for two seconds, feeling guilty since she had caused this herself.
But even so, she raised her voice, “Why so loud?”
Jiang Hu’s dark eyes fixed on her without blinking. He said nothing.
Instead, he turned and fetched a thermometer.
The reading was terrifying—her temperature was 39 degrees Celsius.
Jiang Hu’s expression grew even darker.
“Do you take care of yourself like this when I’m not home?” His voice was low and cold.
Nian Nian looked uneasy. “Actually, it’s just a bit uncomfortable.”
No sooner had she spoken than her stomach began to cramp again, wave after wave.
Dizzy and aching, she felt nothing but misery.
Jiang Hu found some medicine and handed it to her.
Nian Nian hesitated. “I don’t want to take medicine. I’ll get better in a few days.”
“Either you take it now, or I’ll feed it to you.”
Jiang Hu’s expression was the most serious and stern Nian Nian had ever seen.
Feeling guilty and too weak to argue, she accepted the medicine and swallowed it.
Since she could remember, she had never tasted anything so strange.
Even pills were made with various flavors, weren’t they?
Was this really fit for human consumption? Nian Nian choked and drank a big glass of water, finally relieving the discomfort.
With the warm water, the medicine settled, and perhaps it was psychological, but her stomach pain eased considerably.
Even her throat felt better.
She finally relaxed, no longer curled up.
Lying back, a faint sweat broke out on her skin.
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