Yan Xiao Han had not expected this sick man to play dead and was about to explode with anger when he met Fu Shen’s gaze. Rain droplets hung on his eyelashes, his gaze unfocused, looking like he was about to cry. Although he knew it was fake, Yan Daren couldn’t help but extinguish his anger, sitting up by himself and asking in a low voice, “Shall we go to my residence first and have Shen Yice take a look at your injuries?”
He was a bit worried about Fu Shen’s condition; making a disabled person kneel on stone bricks for an hour was no joke. Fu Shen mumbled an “Mm” in response.
He was tired, half-closing his eyes, seemingly lacking the energy to even speak, leaning against the carriage wall like he had no bones. The carriage headed towards the Yan residence, and the roads in the capital were smooth, yet Fu Shen was still swaying left and right. Yan Xiaohan observed him carefully for a long time, finally tentatively reaching out towards Fu Shen. Before he could get close, Fu Shen grabbed his wrist: “What are you doing?”
Yan Xiaohan: “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Fu Shen’s face flashed with confusion: “Everything hurts. Why?”
His fingers were cold, with an abnormal heat in his palm. Yan Xiaohan sighed, twisting his wrist to break free from his grip, and reached out to feel his forehead: “You have a fever.”
It was hot enough to burn his hand.
Fu Shen didn’t seem to feel anything and reached out to touch himself. Yan Xiaohan pointed out, “You’re touching my hand.” Fu Shen turned over carelessly, saying, “It’s fine… I’ll be better after sleeping.”
However, on the journey from the imperial palace to the Yan residence, the untreated hidden injuries and the cold from the rain erupted all at once. Fu Shen became delirious, completely passing out when getting off the carriage and unable to be awakened. Yan Xiaohan had no choice but to carry him in.
The servants didn’t dare to look sideways. Under Yan Xiaohan’s strict management, they quickly prepared a hot bath and clothes and blankets. Yan Xiaohan personally helped Fu Shen undress. The wet undergarment clung to his body, revealing his lean physique. Yan Xiaohan’s attention was on Fu Shen’s legs.
