“Alright, Xiaojin, now you describe Third Young Master’s usual condition to me.
After that, you can go directly to the master to discuss your new duties,” Zhong Lingling commanded with a serious expression.
She brought over paper and a pen, listening intently as Xiaojin spoke, and then recorded everything meticulously.
Xiang Yimo spent most of his daytime hours in a stuporous sleep, occasionally awakening; food had to be fed to him immediately when he did.
He would defecate once every one to two days, and urinate two to three times a day.
This was the most troublesome part of taking care of Xiang Yimo.
However, the bed Xiang Yimo slept in had been especially modified by craftsmen, so the waste would go directly into a bucket under the bed.
Zhong Lingling just needed to wipe his body and dispose of the waste.
After taking the medicine to feign illness, Xiang Yimo was like a seriously sick person during the day, completely unable to take care of himself.
Xiaojin had been the one looking after him, and over time, he had gotten used to it.
He would try to deal with these issues when he was lucid, so as not to embarrass himself.
“Third Young Mistress, to be honest, it really is demeaning to have a woman like you take on this job,” Xiaojin truly felt heartbroken that the kind Third Young Mistress had to do such tasks.
“It’s alright, he’s my husband, and even though he’s perfectly healthy now, in the future, he will grow old and fall ill.
At that time, he will also be unable to take care of himself, right?
Think about it, is there anyone who can take care of themselves from birth?
If I just think of him as an infant, an angelic infant, then I won’t feel embarrassed,” Zhong Lingling closed her notebook.
By now, she no longer felt aggrieved.
Considering herself a nurse, a wife, or even a mother, taking care of Xiang Yimo’s daily life was actually incredibly normal.
“By the way, Third Young Mistress, this is the personal phone number of the young master’s private doctor.
If the young master has any issues, please call Doctor Li!” Xiaojin handed a slip of paper to Zhong Lingling.
After Zhong Lingling had thoroughly understood everything she wanted to know, Xiaojin left to take on other duties from Old Master Xiang, and Xiaobing also got busy with her work.
Zhong Lingling returned to the room.
Xiang Yimo was still lying there.
She sat by the bed, looking over Xiang Yimo, sighing repeatedly.
“If you were hale and hearty, by now, who knows how many beauties would be swirling around you.
You wouldn’t have needed to marry a poor girl like me!” She played with his handsome face.
Having not left the room for a long time, his face had become as pale as a vampire’s.
He was so beautiful it seemed unreal, like a painting, and the more she looked, the better looking he seemed.
Because he was so outwardly beautiful yet living such a wretched life, it truly made one’s heart ache in secret.
Even she, who had only been with him for a day as his so-called wife, felt deeply saddened.
She suddenly could understand Old Master Xiang.
As a father, who would want to see their beloved son end up like this?
“But you don’t have to be sad about marrying me, I will take good care of you until you are cured!” Zhong Lingling stretched her lips into a radiant smile at the sleeping Xiang Yimo.
But in her heart, she felt melancholic.
He had been ill for a full five years; was there still a chance for him to recover?
According to Xiaojin, even the doctors couldn’t identify the cause of his illness, nor could they diagnose what disease he had.
It meant that there was no cure for his condition yet discovered in medical science.
If the cause couldn’t be established, what basis was there to talk about a cure?
Zhong Lingling shook her head.