Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart

Chapter 812 - 809: Sick Again (4)

This feeling... it seems she’s fallen ill again!The last time she was sick, it seemed to be a long time ago. Perhaps it was when Li Tianxing led the assassins from the Heavenly Killer Sect to encircle her. No, no, if we’re speaking of her being ill, that seems like it was many years ago, perhaps the year she first arrived in this world.

Back then, she was too lazy to boil water and used cold water to bathe instead. The next day she felt dizzy and it was Old Tang who called Doctor Chen. In the end, Shao Yi and the Yang family were specially invited to take care of her.

As she was thinking, the door let out a creak and was gently pushed open. She looked up to see Duan Yunfei leading Doctor Chen in, followed by Old Tang, Xuan Ying, and Le Zhao.

"Awake?" Duan Yunfei helped her sit up, letting her half recline against the headboard.

Shen Qinglan looked at him, moved her lips slightly, but finally just sighed softly.

It seems that due to her illness, many people were not having it easy. Besides her husband, look at the glaring dark circles under Le Zhao’s and Xuan Ying’s eyes. It’s truly a sin!

Doctor Chen smiled and said, "I said Miss Shen would wake up today."

After speaking, he hastened to take her pulse, then rose after a while, smiling, "There are no longer any serious issues. Eat some mild food and rest for two days, and then you’ll be fully recovered."

Shen Qinglan nodded slightly, cleared her throat twice, then said, "Thank you, Doctor Chen!"

Perhaps because she’d slept for too long, her voice was a bit hoarse.

Doctor Chen laughed heartily, "Miss Shen, no need for formalities. It’s just what I should do."

Xuan Ying handed the steaming bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge to Duan Yunfei, who was sitting at the bedside, then he and Old Tang escorted Doctor Chen out.

Le Zhao sat down at the table, propped his elbow on it, resting his chin in his palm, and looked at Shen Qinglan, saying, "If you hadn’t woken up, there would have been another patient."

Without naming names, Shen Qinglan knew who he was referring to.

She smiled slightly, looking at Duan Yunfei, "It’s my fault; you’ve worked hard!"

"My pleasure!" Le Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Seems like the both of you think that way."

"Alright!" Duan Yunfei gave him a fleeting glance, then spoke softly to Shen Qinglan, "Finish the porridge first, we’ll talk later."

Shen Qinglan nodded slightly and reached out to take the bowl, only to have it withdrawn, "Lie down, I’ll feed you."

Shen Qinglan’s hand paused, and eventually she reluctantly withdrew it, letting him feed her mouthful by mouthful.

Le Zhao clicked his tongue softly at the scene, thinking: Really, I don’t know what I’m doing staying here.

Not long after, Old Tang and Xuan Ying returned, exchanged greetings with Shen Qinglan, and then sat down next to Le Zhao.

After finishing the porridge, Shen Qinglan sighed softly and looked at Duan Yunfei, asking, "You didn’t tell the Shen Family, did you?"

Duan Yunfei understood her intention, smiling as he reassured her "Don’t worry, we haven’t had the chance."

"That’s good!" Shen Qinglan exhaled with relief, "I haven’t been sick for a long time, and this illness is really unpleasant."

She thought to herself: Even the lean meat porridge has no taste to it.

Duan Yunfei chuckled lightly, "You’ll be well soon!"

Xuan Ying chuckled, "Young Madam, don’t worry. When you’re better, whatever you want to eat, I’ll buy it for you."

Le Zhao snorted coldly, not sure if he was truly jealous or pretending, "Why didn’t you say that when I was sick?"

Xuan Ying couldn’t be bothered to respond, only kept trying to please Shen Qinglan, saying he’d buy this and that for her, making Le Zhao turn up his nose.

"Alright!" Duan Yunfei gave him a look and said, "Do you think your Young Master is dead?"

Xuan Ying pursed his lips in response, grudgingly murmuring an "oh," prompting laughter from everyone present.