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While the little system radiated waves of joyful atmosphere, He Xingluo did not think much of it and agreed with a hum.
Amidst the overflowing cheer, He Xingluo suddenly remembered something important: “What is Wen Tian’s current physical condition?”
According to the original plot setup, after being publicly confessed to and subsequently enduring the carrot and stick threats and temptations from Li Zhitao’s parents, Wen Tian was already in an extremely weak physical state by the time Li Zhanbei picked him up and brought him home.
The reason for Wen Tian’s physical weakness was not just because of what happened at the Li family residence, but rather because he had been busy working part time jobs for a long time and had not taken proper care of his body.
Prior to today, because his younger brother’s illness kept recurring and constantly required money for treatment, Wen Tian had already been working round the clock for several weeks. Under these circumstances, getting caught in the rain made it unsurprising that his body would act up.
Although, as the protagonist, Wen Tian would certainly not be defeated by such a minor issue, watching someone fall ill right before his eyes still felt a bit strange.
The little system tilted its head and persuaded, “Host, this plot segment is set up to advance the romantic storyline and make Li Zhanbei soften toward Wen Tian. You do not need to feel sad about it.”
He Xingluo suddenly reacted, “Oh, I should not be sad. Then what should I do, what can I do? I can only pull out my phone and check the addresses of the nearest pharmacies or hospitals!”
The little system: “.”
It really felt like the host was way too invested.
He Xingluo opened the map, saved a few addresses, and began anxiously waiting for the next plot event. This dead end job is truly impossible to quit!
Ten minutes later.
There was still no movement inside the car. He Xingluo leaned his head against the car window and once again pulled up the little system’s cyber screen to check the plot.
Oddly enough, he could not flip down to the next page.
He Xingluo instantly snapped awake for a second and asked quizzically, “What is going on here? Where is the rest of the plot?”
The little system stuttered, jumping up and down for a good while.
He Xingluo’s eyes hurt from this dazzling operation, and finally the system concluded, “Maybe the internet lagged, so it could not be loaded for a moment?”
He Xingluo expressed his disdain: “Did we forget to pay the broadband bill?”
The little system: “…”
How could the host roast his own system!
He Xingluo’s phone screen was still stuck on the hospital address interface, the two people in the back seat remained inexplicably quiet, and then there was that unsearchable subsequent plot.
The system, whose worries lasted no longer than three seconds, started resting on his shoulder again. He Xingluo slumped back against the car window, human and system leaning in very consistent directions.
The sound of rain beat against the window, but the whole world seemed even quieter. He Xingluo asked in his mind, “System, the plot is not going to change again, is it?”
The system did not know either; the system just wanted to stay put and rest.
According to the original plot, Li Zhanbei should have already discovered by this time that Wen Tian had fallen asleep inside the car and was running a low fever.
He should have instructed the driver to drive to the nearest pharmacy.
The next second, the car slowly came to a halt in front of a pharmacy.
He Xingluo instantly perked up, as the plot was proceeding perfectly! However, he found it strange: “When did the young master say he wanted to go to a pharmacy?”
Teacher Kevin was even more puzzled: “Wasn’t it to buy allergy medicine for you, Housekeeper He?”
He Xingluo: “…”
Can it even work like this?
Could it be that the plot events just now, including his allergy and Dr. Zhao treating him, were all just meant to get the protagonist to the pharmacy?
Why on earth did he have to get so deeply involved in someone else’s romance?
It was hard to tell when exactly he became more redundant, probably when he was wishfully worrying about Wen Tian.
Teacher Kevin reminded him, “Aren’t you going?”
I will go right now, I am going.
He Xingluo pushed open the car door and walked toward the pharmacy. The moment he stepped out, he heard the sound of a car door opening behind him.
He looked back and saw that Wen Tian had actually gotten out of the car as well.
Wait a minute!
Shouldn’t Wen Tian be asleep right now because he was too tired and running a low fever, and being gazed at tenderly?
What kind of situation is this?
How could he see Wen Tian stepping out of the car just fine, walking over to him, holding an umbrella for him, and even asking with gentle concern, “I heard you talking to the driver just now. Are you sick?”
He Xingluo felt like he had lost his mind, and he nodded.
Wen Tian raised his eyes to look at the pharmacy in front of them, revealing a familiar expression. “Just in time, it’s this shop,” Wen Tian said to him. “Let’s go in.”
Behind the two of them.
Li Zhanbei was practically driven to angry laughter. Outside the car, Mr. Kevin held an umbrella and asked, “Young master, do you need me to help close the back door first?”
Inside the car, Li Zhanbei stared ahead.
Wen Tian held an umbrella in one hand and rested his other hand on He Xingluo, the two of them walking into the pharmacy together. From behind, He Xingluo did not even dodge away.
The driver followed Li Zhanbei’s line of sight and sighed with genuine emotion: “No wonder.”
Li Zhanbei: “No wonder what?”
Mr. Kevin’s comprehension skills were top tier, so he replied: “No wonder Housekeeper He insisted on letting that gentleman get in the car as well, even though he knew it wasn’t quite appropriate.”
Li Zhanbei glanced at him without saying a word.
Mr. Kevin scratched his head awkwardly. “Isn’t it obvious? They look very…”
“Close the door.” Li Zhanbei withdrew his gaze.
Mr. Kevin: “.”
How strange, those words sounded more like the young master wanted him to shut up.
Mr. Kevin gently closed the car door and looked toward the pharmacy; He Xingluo and Wen Tian had already gone inside to buy medicine.
Turning back around, the young master got out from the other side of the car.
Why was the young master acting so weird today?
Wen Tian seemed very familiar with the pharmacist at this pharmacy, and after chatting for a few moments, he successfully obtained the correct medicine.
When He Xingluo received the medicine, he asked, “Is this some kind of special medicine?”
“No, it’s just regular allergy medicine,” the pharmacist replied. “Take it for three days. If the symptoms don’t improve, you’ll need to go to the hospital.”
He Xingluo smiled and thanked them.
Who could understand? He had actually already seen a doctor.
Holding the bag of medicine, he was utterly speechless. His NPC life carried way too much of a guilty, secretive vibe. He Xingluo silently put away the medicine and looked at Wen Tian: “You look really uncomfortable. Should you pick up some medicine while you’re at it?”
He Xingluo looked closer: “Your face seems a bit flushed. Are you running a fever?”
Wen Tian didn’t make much of a move.
He Xingluo reached out and touched Wen Tian’s forehead. He was caught off guard by the heat and hurriedly pulled back his hand:
“Why are you… Didn’t you realize you were running a fever?”
“Doctor!” He Xingluo turned around and called out, “He…”
After a flurry of chaotic activity, the pharmacist brought over a thermometer and some fever reducing medicine. He Xingluo poured a cup of warm water for Wen Tian at the water dispenser.
There was a rest area outside the pharmacy where they wouldn’t get hit by the rain.
The two of them sat on a bench and unboxed the medicine together.
He Xingluo couldn’t help smiling; this scene truly amused him with its humor. Then, he picked up Wen Tian’s thermometer and took a look.
Thirty-seven point six degrees Celsius ().
Regardless of whether Wen Tian was the protagonist or not, He Xingluo admired him: “Do you really not feel uncomfortable at all?”
Wen Tian didn’t seem to care much: “I’m used to it.”
He Xingluo recalled Wen Tian’s character background, knowing that given his family’s situation, naturally, he wouldn’t dare to fall sick easily.
Even if he felt a bit unwell, he would probably just tough it out rather than actively seek medical attention.
He Xingluo put the thermometer back into the box. “I’ll give this to you. Don’t get sick anymore in the future.”
Wen Tian stared at the thermometer for a good while before speaking: “But people always get sick.”
“What you said sounds so poignant.” He Xingluo tried to change the subject: “You seem very familiar with the pharmacist. Are they a friend of yours?”
“I often come here to buy medicine,” Wen Tian said. “Coming here frequently, we gradually became familiar.”
The medicine Wen Tian bought was probably for his younger brother. He Xingluo knew this, but couldn’t show it. Amidst He Xingluo’s hesitation, Wen Tian said softly, “It’s not that I’m sick; I actually rarely look like I do today.”
He spoke in a very low voice, his ending notes seeming to hide a lot of grievance.
He Xingluo’s pupils dilated in shock. This must mean he had gone crazy; otherwise, why did it sound like the male lead was acting coquettishly toward him?
This wasn’t right; Wen Tian must have burned his brain out with the fever.
As if confirming his suspicion, Wen Tian collapsed without warning, leaning right against He Xingluo’s shoulder.
He Xingluo: “…”
The plot always returned to its original track so unexpectedly, but where was Li Zhanbei?
He Xingluo looked up blankly and saw a dark navy blue umbrella.
Oh, so Li Zhanbei was right here.
Wait! When did Li Zhanbei get over here? Seen in this light, the plot was actually quite rigorous; of course a scene like this had to be witnessed by Li Zhanbei! However, the young master’s expression didn’t seem quite right compared to the original plot?
Li Zhanbei stared at him: “What, are you having so much fun in the pharmacy that you forgot to come back?”
“Reporting to the young master,” He Xingluo didn’t dare speak too loudly for fear of waking Wen Tian, “I’ve only been in here for less than five minutes.”
Li Zhanbei sneered, “Then how much longer did you plan to stay?”
“I want to go back now,” He Xingluo said. “But young master, he seems to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, and he’s running a high fever. Should we take him…”
Li Zhanbei stared at him with an unhappy expression.
He Xingluo abruptly changed the second half of his sentence from “take him home” to “…send him to the hospital?”
Li Zhanbei’s mood seemed to improve a little: “Then what are you waiting for, let’s go.”
“Alright, young master.” He Xingluo acknowledged, “Young master, give me a hand, I can’t support him walking all by myself…”
Li Zhanbei handed the umbrella he was holding to He Xingluo, bent down, and helped Wen Tian up. Even though He Xingluo had to hold two umbrellas by himself, he turned out to be the one carrying less weight.
The young master is truly something else; he could make someone cry out of sheer absurdity.
Li Zhanbei supported Wen Tian, dragged him all the way to the front passenger seat, and smoothly stuffed him inside. Holding umbrellas in both hands and lacking a free hand to open the car door, He Xingluo was simply dumbfounded by this scene. Are you kidding me, bro?
Ah?
Is this how you treat your future wife?
Li Zhanbei closed the car door and said, impeccably dressed in his suit, “Housekeeper He, you’re sitting in the back with me.”
He Xingluo: “.”
This is not right! How could this be right!
He Xingluo’s inner self let out another sharp shriek! He didn’t understand this kind of romance, and standing frozen in place, he flatly blurted out: “But young master, you didn’t even put his seatbelt on just now.”
Chapter 11: 011, Is This How You Treat Your Future Wife?
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While the little system radiated waves of joyful atmosphere, He Xingluo did not think much of it and agreed with a hum.
Amidst the overflowing cheer, He Xingluo suddenly remembered something important: “What is Wen Tian’s current physical condition?”
According to the original plot setup, after being publicly confessed to and subsequently enduring the carrot and stick threats and temptations from Li Zhitao’s parents, Wen Tian was already in an extremely weak physical state by the time Li Zhanbei picked him up and brought him home.
The reason for Wen Tian’s physical weakness was not just because of what happened at the Li family residence, but rather because he had been busy working part time jobs for a long time and had not taken proper care of his body.
Prior to today, because his younger brother’s illness kept recurring and constantly required money for treatment, Wen Tian had already been working round the clock for several weeks. Under these circumstances, getting caught in the rain made it unsurprising that his body would act up.
Although, as the protagonist, Wen Tian would certainly not be defeated by such a minor issue, watching someone fall ill right before his eyes still felt a bit strange.
The little system tilted its head and persuaded, “Host, this plot segment is set up to advance the romantic storyline and make Li Zhanbei soften toward Wen Tian. You do not need to feel sad about it.”
He Xingluo suddenly reacted, “Oh, I should not be sad. Then what should I do, what can I do? I can only pull out my phone and check the addresses of the nearest pharmacies or hospitals!”
The little system: “.”
It really felt like the host was way too invested.
He Xingluo opened the map, saved a few addresses, and began anxiously waiting for the next plot event. This dead end job is truly impossible to quit!
Ten minutes later.
There was still no movement inside the car. He Xingluo leaned his head against the car window and once again pulled up the little system’s cyber screen to check the plot.
Oddly enough, he could not flip down to the next page.
He Xingluo instantly snapped awake for a second and asked quizzically, “What is going on here? Where is the rest of the plot?”
The little system stuttered, jumping up and down for a good while.
He Xingluo’s eyes hurt from this dazzling operation, and finally the system concluded, “Maybe the internet lagged, so it could not be loaded for a moment?”
He Xingluo expressed his disdain: “Did we forget to pay the broadband bill?”
The little system: “…”
How could the host roast his own system!
He Xingluo’s phone screen was still stuck on the hospital address interface, the two people in the back seat remained inexplicably quiet, and then there was that unsearchable subsequent plot.
The system, whose worries lasted no longer than three seconds, started resting on his shoulder again. He Xingluo slumped back against the car window, human and system leaning in very consistent directions.
The sound of rain beat against the window, but the whole world seemed even quieter. He Xingluo asked in his mind, “System, the plot is not going to change again, is it?”
The system did not know either; the system just wanted to stay put and rest.
According to the original plot, Li Zhanbei should have already discovered by this time that Wen Tian had fallen asleep inside the car and was running a low fever.
He should have instructed the driver to drive to the nearest pharmacy.
The next second, the car slowly came to a halt in front of a pharmacy.
He Xingluo instantly perked up, as the plot was proceeding perfectly! However, he found it strange: “When did the young master say he wanted to go to a pharmacy?”
Teacher Kevin was even more puzzled: “Wasn’t it to buy allergy medicine for you, Housekeeper He?”
He Xingluo: “…”
Can it even work like this?
Could it be that the plot events just now, including his allergy and Dr. Zhao treating him, were all just meant to get the protagonist to the pharmacy?
Why on earth did he have to get so deeply involved in someone else’s romance?
It was hard to tell when exactly he became more redundant, probably when he was wishfully worrying about Wen Tian.
Teacher Kevin reminded him, “Aren’t you going?”
I will go right now, I am going.
He Xingluo pushed open the car door and walked toward the pharmacy. The moment he stepped out, he heard the sound of a car door opening behind him.
He looked back and saw that Wen Tian had actually gotten out of the car as well.
Wait a minute!
Shouldn’t Wen Tian be asleep right now because he was too tired and running a low fever, and being gazed at tenderly?
What kind of situation is this?
How could he see Wen Tian stepping out of the car just fine, walking over to him, holding an umbrella for him, and even asking with gentle concern, “I heard you talking to the driver just now. Are you sick?”
He Xingluo felt like he had lost his mind, and he nodded.
Wen Tian raised his eyes to look at the pharmacy in front of them, revealing a familiar expression. “Just in time, it’s this shop,” Wen Tian said to him. “Let’s go in.”
Behind the two of them.
Li Zhanbei was practically driven to angry laughter. Outside the car, Mr. Kevin held an umbrella and asked, “Young master, do you need me to help close the back door first?”
Inside the car, Li Zhanbei stared ahead.
Wen Tian held an umbrella in one hand and rested his other hand on He Xingluo, the two of them walking into the pharmacy together. From behind, He Xingluo did not even dodge away.
The driver followed Li Zhanbei’s line of sight and sighed with genuine emotion: “No wonder.”
Li Zhanbei: “No wonder what?”
Mr. Kevin’s comprehension skills were top tier, so he replied: “No wonder Housekeeper He insisted on letting that gentleman get in the car as well, even though he knew it wasn’t quite appropriate.”
Li Zhanbei glanced at him without saying a word.
Mr. Kevin scratched his head awkwardly. “Isn’t it obvious? They look very…”
“Close the door.” Li Zhanbei withdrew his gaze.
Mr. Kevin: “.”
How strange, those words sounded more like the young master wanted him to shut up.
Mr. Kevin gently closed the car door and looked toward the pharmacy; He Xingluo and Wen Tian had already gone inside to buy medicine.
Turning back around, the young master got out from the other side of the car.
Why was the young master acting so weird today?
Wen Tian seemed very familiar with the pharmacist at this pharmacy, and after chatting for a few moments, he successfully obtained the correct medicine.
When He Xingluo received the medicine, he asked, “Is this some kind of special medicine?”
“No, it’s just regular allergy medicine,” the pharmacist replied. “Take it for three days. If the symptoms don’t improve, you’ll need to go to the hospital.”
He Xingluo smiled and thanked them.
Who could understand? He had actually already seen a doctor.
Holding the bag of medicine, he was utterly speechless. His NPC life carried way too much of a guilty, secretive vibe. He Xingluo silently put away the medicine and looked at Wen Tian: “You look really uncomfortable. Should you pick up some medicine while you’re at it?”
He Xingluo looked closer: “Your face seems a bit flushed. Are you running a fever?”
Wen Tian didn’t make much of a move.
He Xingluo reached out and touched Wen Tian’s forehead. He was caught off guard by the heat and hurriedly pulled back his hand:
“Why are you… Didn’t you realize you were running a fever?”
“Doctor!” He Xingluo turned around and called out, “He…”
After a flurry of chaotic activity, the pharmacist brought over a thermometer and some fever reducing medicine. He Xingluo poured a cup of warm water for Wen Tian at the water dispenser.
There was a rest area outside the pharmacy where they wouldn’t get hit by the rain.
The two of them sat on a bench and unboxed the medicine together.
He Xingluo couldn’t help smiling; this scene truly amused him with its humor. Then, he picked up Wen Tian’s thermometer and took a look.
Thirty-seven point six degrees Celsius ().
Regardless of whether Wen Tian was the protagonist or not, He Xingluo admired him: “Do you really not feel uncomfortable at all?”
Wen Tian didn’t seem to care much: “I’m used to it.”
He Xingluo recalled Wen Tian’s character background, knowing that given his family’s situation, naturally, he wouldn’t dare to fall sick easily.
Even if he felt a bit unwell, he would probably just tough it out rather than actively seek medical attention.
He Xingluo put the thermometer back into the box. “I’ll give this to you. Don’t get sick anymore in the future.”
Wen Tian stared at the thermometer for a good while before speaking: “But people always get sick.”
“What you said sounds so poignant.” He Xingluo tried to change the subject: “You seem very familiar with the pharmacist. Are they a friend of yours?”
“I often come here to buy medicine,” Wen Tian said. “Coming here frequently, we gradually became familiar.”
The medicine Wen Tian bought was probably for his younger brother. He Xingluo knew this, but couldn’t show it. Amidst He Xingluo’s hesitation, Wen Tian said softly, “It’s not that I’m sick; I actually rarely look like I do today.”
He spoke in a very low voice, his ending notes seeming to hide a lot of grievance.
He Xingluo’s pupils dilated in shock. This must mean he had gone crazy; otherwise, why did it sound like the male lead was acting coquettishly toward him?
This wasn’t right; Wen Tian must have burned his brain out with the fever.
As if confirming his suspicion, Wen Tian collapsed without warning, leaning right against He Xingluo’s shoulder.
He Xingluo: “…”
The plot always returned to its original track so unexpectedly, but where was Li Zhanbei?
He Xingluo looked up blankly and saw a dark navy blue umbrella.
Oh, so Li Zhanbei was right here.
Wait! When did Li Zhanbei get over here? Seen in this light, the plot was actually quite rigorous; of course a scene like this had to be witnessed by Li Zhanbei! However, the young master’s expression didn’t seem quite right compared to the original plot?
Li Zhanbei stared at him: “What, are you having so much fun in the pharmacy that you forgot to come back?”
“Reporting to the young master,” He Xingluo didn’t dare speak too loudly for fear of waking Wen Tian, “I’ve only been in here for less than five minutes.”
Li Zhanbei sneered, “Then how much longer did you plan to stay?”
“I want to go back now,” He Xingluo said. “But young master, he seems to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, and he’s running a high fever. Should we take him…”
Li Zhanbei stared at him with an unhappy expression.
He Xingluo abruptly changed the second half of his sentence from “take him home” to “…send him to the hospital?”
Li Zhanbei’s mood seemed to improve a little: “Then what are you waiting for, let’s go.”
“Alright, young master.” He Xingluo acknowledged, “Young master, give me a hand, I can’t support him walking all by myself…”
Li Zhanbei handed the umbrella he was holding to He Xingluo, bent down, and helped Wen Tian up. Even though He Xingluo had to hold two umbrellas by himself, he turned out to be the one carrying less weight.
The young master is truly something else; he could make someone cry out of sheer absurdity.
Li Zhanbei supported Wen Tian, dragged him all the way to the front passenger seat, and smoothly stuffed him inside. Holding umbrellas in both hands and lacking a free hand to open the car door, He Xingluo was simply dumbfounded by this scene. Are you kidding me, bro?
Ah?
Is this how you treat your future wife?
Li Zhanbei closed the car door and said, impeccably dressed in his suit, “Housekeeper He, you’re sitting in the back with me.”
He Xingluo: “.”
This is not right! How could this be right!
He Xingluo’s inner self let out another sharp shriek! He didn’t understand this kind of romance, and standing frozen in place, he flatly blurted out: “But young master, you didn’t even put his seatbelt on just now.”