Chapter 111: Is This Appropriate to Spread Around?

Back at the Hot Spring Villa, after Zhu Yuan finished her hot bath, she began to run a fever.

Doctor Qiao Mai rushed over through the night.

Hearing from Situ that Zhu Yuan had been caught in the rain, he hurriedly quickened his pace upstairs, "What a sin, getting soaked in such cold rain, how could she not get sick?"

The poor girl was suffering again.

Entering the master bedroom on the second floor, Doctor Qiao Mai was just about to touch Zhu Yuan's forehead when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head to respectfully ask Sheng Yu for permission.

"What time do you think it is?" Sheng Yu scolded coldly.

Doctor Qiao Mai dared not tell the truth; Sheng Yu's possessiveness had reached an appalling level.

How could he dare to touch Miss Zhu casually?

However, hearing Sheng Yu's words, he felt relieved and only then touched Zhu Yuan's forehead.

"So hot."

He took out a thermometer to measure her temperature and frowned, "It's 39.8 degrees, she must take a fever-reducing Medicine immediately."

Situ went to pour a cup of warm water.

Sheng Yu sat by the bed, lifted Zhu Yuan up to lean against his chest, took the fever-reducing Medicine and the water cup, and prepared to feed them to Zhu Yuan.

Yet, the sick Zhu Yuan was even more stubborn than when she was conscious; no matter what, she refused to open her mouth to take the Medicine.

Sheng Yu pinched her chin, "If you don't take the Medicine, I'll throw you out."

Zhu Yuan refused to open her mouth.

"Just swallow it, it's not bitter."

Zhu Yuan gritted her teeth tightly.

"If you take the Medicine, I will take you to see Zhu Jingyao."

The sick Zhu Yuan remained unmoved, yielding to neither soft nor hard tactics.

Sheng Yu felt a faint surge of anger, but seeing her face flushed with fever, he forced the anger back down.

Her face was hot and dry, while her palms and soles were still cold; Qiao Mai said that in such a situation, the body temperature would continue to rise.

It was simply not an option to skip the fever-reducing Medicine.

Without another word, Sheng Yu put the fever-reducing Medicine into his own mouth, then took a sip of warm water, pinched Zhu Yuan's chin to forcefully pry open her tightly closed teeth, and transferred both the Medicine and the warm water into her mouth.

In the room where a pin drop could be heard, the sound of Zhu Yuan being forced to swallow echoed.

Qiao Mai: "..."

He never imagined that at his age, over fifty, he would see a scene like this, something not even seen in soap operas.

Situ silently turned around.

After feeding the Medicine, Sheng Yu repeated the process to feed Zhu Yuan a few mouthfuls of warm water before laying her back down on the bed.

He completely ignored Qiao Mai and Situ, who were present.

Zhu Yuan's eyes were stained with tears from her earlier resistance; Sheng Yu wiped them away with his thumb, then looked at the petrified Qiao Mai.

"Weren't you going to start an IV drip?"

Doctor Qiao Mai came back to his senses, "Yes, yes, yes."

Doctor Qiao Mai personally inserted the IV needle for Zhu Yuan; by now, Zhu Yuan was burning with fever and her consciousness was blurred, so she felt no pain at all.

Situ returned after taking a call and said to Sheng Yu, "Enzo called to say that Miss Zhu's friend is no longer in any serious danger."

Zhu Yuan's eyelashes on the bed trembled a few times, and her tightly clenched hands relaxed.

Time passed second by second.

The man touched Zhu Yuan's forehead from time to time.

It was still hot and dry, with no sign of sweating at all.

The phone placed to the side rang, and he hung up without even looking at it.

Before long, Situ entered the room, looked at the man sitting beside Zhu Yuan, and whispered, "Young Master Yu, there have been several calls from the Ning Family."

They were surely pleading for Ning Chu.

Sheng Yu sneered coldly, they really had some nerve, "Tell them to get lost."

Not long after Situ went out, Sheng Yu's phone rang again.

Perhaps disturbed by the ringtone, Zhu Yuan frowned and made whimpering sounds; one could tell just by listening that she was very uncomfortable.

Sheng Yu's expression darkened; he still didn't look at the caller ID, turned off the phone, and threw it directly onto the sofa opposite.

He touched Zhu Yuan's forehead; it was slightly damp, but she still hadn't sweated much, and her body temperature remained very high.

By the time the IV drip was finished, the fever had not broken.

Doctor Qiao Mai removed the IV needle for Zhu Yuan and said to Sheng Yu, "Physical cooling can make Miss Zhu feel a bit more comfortable; wiping key parts of her body with warm water will have a cooling effect."

After Qiao Mai left the room, Sheng Yu pulled back the quilt, stripped the clothes off Zhu Yuan's body, and began to wipe her down.

As soon as his hand touched Zhu Yuan's chest, she woke up.

After the IV drip, her fever hadn't gone down much, but she had regained some consciousness.

Their eyes met, and she was stark naked.

Zhu Yuan's face, already flushed from the persistent high fever, turned even redder.

She curled up on her side and struggled to pull the quilt, but the corner of the quilt was gripped in Sheng Yu's hand, and she couldn't pull it.

"You..." she said with a blushing face, and the man suddenly let go of the quilt and leaned over.

"Qiao Mai said that sweating is the fastest way to lower a fever, and physical cooling only has an auxiliary effect."

So what?

Zhu Yuan's entire head was hot, and her reactions were several beats slow.

"Since you're awake, let's use a more direct method to break the fever."

Zhu Yuan saw him start to unbutton his pajamas and was momentarily unable to react, until he gathered her beneath him, his hot, damp kisses pressing against her earlobe.

"You're always drenched in sweat after we finish; we can give this a try."

Poor Zhu Yuan was so feverish and weak, her muscles aching, that she couldn't do anything to stop Sheng Yu.

Only after her feeble protests did Sheng Yu agree to use protection.

Her burning body was pried open, conquered inch by inch by the man.

Ultimately mindful that she was ill, Sheng Yu was not as unbridled as usual, as long as she could break a sweat.

After it ended, Zhu Yuan was indeed drenched in sweat; she drifted into a deep sleep, and most of her fever had broken.

Sheng Yu wiped the sweat from her and changed her into clean clothes.

Only after he finished tending to Zhu Yuan did he go to take a shower.

Coming out of the bathroom, he walked to the bedside and touched Zhu Yuan's forehead; her body temperature was about the same as usual.

It seemed the fever had broken.

Sheng Yu sat by the bed and reached out to pinch Zhu Yuan's cheek; he didn't even hold the ancestors of the Sheng Family in high regard, yet here he was, waiting on this person all night.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched a trace of warm moisture.

A low, suppressed sobbing sound came from beneath his palm.

Sheng Yu looked at the weeping Zhu Yuan in her sleep with deep, dark eyes; that tear flowed from his fingertips onto his palm.

"Mom..." a trembling, aggrieved voice spilled out.

Sheng Yu's outstretched hand stiffened; he reached into the quilt to hold her hand, his eyes growing even darker.

The "Mom" she was calling was not Feng Mingyue, but the one from the original Zhu family.

The small hand inside the quilt gripped his back, holding on tightly without letting go, so Sheng Yu simply lay down and pulled her into his embrace.

After a while, she quieted down, her breathing becoming steady.

Sheng Yu stared at her, tearstains still hanging on her face, and raised his hand to wipe the tears away bit by bit.

Not until Zhu Yuan was fast asleep.

Did Sheng Yu get up.

Outside the door, Situ heard the sound of the door opening and walked over, "Young Master Yu, Ning Chu has already cried until she fainted at the Horse Racing Track..."

Sheng Yu turned a deaf ear, "Go find an elastic string for threading bracelets."

Situ was stunned and instinctively asked, "What?"

Sheng Yu opened his palm, revealing eighteen red agate beads.

Late at night.

Sheng Yu sat in front of the computer, where a tutorial video on threading bracelets was playing on the screen.

Situ's gaze was meaningful; following the repair of the Electric Baton, Young Master Yu was now going to thread a bracelet for Miss Zhu.