Marrying the Short-Lived, Maniacal Eldest Miss for Good Fortune 49

Chapter 49

“What kind of mess did you get yourself into?”

The white coat hung down. The tall woman studied Fang Yi for a while, then slapped her face hard. “Don’t sleep yet. I’ll prescribe you some medicine. Besides what you just said, where else does it hurt?”

“My face.”

“Your face?” The woman frowned in confusion.

Fang Yi said, “You slapped too hard. I’m not dead yet. I can still feel it.”

No matter how tough she was, her face was still red.

“Oh, I forgot,” the woman shook her head and said to the younger girl with a single ponytail on the side, “Increase the dosage.”

The girl hesitated. “But teacher, the dosage has already exceeded the limit. Will this…”

“Am I the teacher or are you the teacher?”

The woman waved her hand impatiently. The girl immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice and left.

“I won’t prescribe you any painkillers,” she said calmly, poking Fang Yi. “I don’t know about others, but for you to end up like this, you must have brought it on yourself. You deserve it.”

“…”

Fang Yi looked up at her weakly. “Teacher Jiang Gui, I’m a patient.”

The woman was the one who had helped Lin Shuxing buy medicine before. Her medical skills were unparalleled, her qualifications were outstanding, and her medical ethics were questionable.

“You’re a dead person,” the woman sneered. “Those who don’t cherish their own bodies are pure alkali. You’re just playing like this because you’re sure I can save you, right?”

Fang Yi smiled and didn’t reply.

She really was.

Although Jiang Gui was a bit hot-tempered, her medical skills were very good. As long as there was a breath left, she could bring someone back to life. She was like a Hua Tuo in the third military region.

Fang Yi asked, “How soon can I get better?”

Jiang Gui frowned. “Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?”

Fang Yi lowered her eyes and used a goading tactic meekly. “I’m just curious. How long would the great Jiang Gui need? The top medical team at the Lin family said it would take at least five days.”

“For you, three days?”

Jiang Gui rolled her eyes and ignored her little thoughts. “Rest well. It’s good enough that I can save you.”

“The virus is too active. You should kowtow to your immune system. They’re so busy they’re about to smoke. Unlike you, you just have to lie here.”

“Oh, virus, immune system…”

Fang Yi repeated, her faint expression becoming very wooden from the illness. Even her eyes moved very slowly. She looked exhausted.

She had only taken on Lin Shuxing’s illness this time. Although she had borne it doubly, but still…

Is she usually this uncomfortable?

It was unimaginable how painful it must be to be in this half-blood state so often since she was a child.

A fever was the immune system fighting against the disease. The cells were trying their best to keep the host alive.

The System, lurking in her mind, also became sickly and said in a small voice, [Me too!]

I want to live.

I have to live.

Fang Yi’s eyelids kept drooping. Finally, after the thirteenth darkness descended, she fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Gui drew the curtain, looked at Fang Yi with a complicated expression, clicked her tongue, and went out to make a phone call.

**

At the same time, Lin Shuxing had just slowly woken up.

She seemed to have had a very long dream, a dream of a boundless snowfield.

A statue standing between heaven and earth had guided her. She had walked for a long, long time before she finally saw the light.

She opened her eyes and saw a woman sitting by the bed, her chin resting on one hand, her meticulous expression showing a hint of weariness.

It was… Lin Lan.

The woman had been holding her hand and quickly noticed her slight movement. She raised her eyelids, and her sharp gaze, after meeting hers, unnaturally moved away.

She was silent for a moment, wiped her hands with a towel as if to cover something up, and asked, “How do you feel?”

“I…” The young lady’s eyes widened slightly. She looked at her overly relaxed hand in disbelief.

She pinched herself, and the pain came from her skin. Only then was she sure: it was not a dream, not a hallucination.

Freed from the shackles of illness, she was as light as a bird.

“You had a high fever last night and sweated a lot.” Lin Lan let go of her hand and rubbed her brow. “The doctor said it’s a sign of recovery.”

“It’s already been checked. All indicators have returned to normal. You can go and take the exam.”

Lin Lan’s calm attitude was completely different from yesterday.

A high fever…

Lin Shuxing raised her arm in a daze and found that her pajamas had been changed, and her body had been wiped with a refreshing citrus-scented body lotion.

Lin Lan said, “You sweated a lot. Duan Ruoxi has been taking care of you. There’s enough time for you to take another shower. The bath has already been prepared.”

The young lady had always liked to be clean. Just wiping her skin with a hot towel was far from enough.

Duan Ruoxi?

Lin Shuxing touched her rosy lips, a strange feeling bursting in her chest.

No, no. She still remembered the reassuring scent from Fang Yi’s body in her hot breath. It was a fragrance she had specially chosen for her. She wouldn’t mistake it.

Seeing the young lady’s furrowed brow, Lin Lan was surprisingly patient and lowered her voice. “What’s wrong? Are you still not feeling well somewhere?”

Lin Shuxing asked, “Where’s Fang Yi?”

“She’s in her own room,” Lin Lan replied in a business-like manner. “You can go and see her.”

The young lady immediately jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot to the opposite side.

Tap, tap, tap.

She felt the floor against the soles of her feet. It wasn’t very cold. They firmly supported her as she flew, as powerful as a butterfly flitting through a flower bush.

Swish—

“Fang Yi!”

Lin Shuxing pushed the main door open and saw a familiar figure half-leaning on the bed. Her long black hair was loose. Hearing the sound, she looked back and gave a brilliant smile.

Her cool smile spread out at this moment, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes revealed a different kind of charm, so bewitching that one’s heart would skip half a beat.

But Lin Shuxing’s face suddenly sank.

Duan Ruoxi followed in nervously, holding her slippers, and placed them in front of her, coaxing her gently, “Young lady, you’ll catch a cold like this. Put them on.”

“Duan Ruoxi,” Lin Shuxing asked, “were you the one taking care of me last night?”

Duan Ruoxi hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

They were worried that the young lady would be sad if Fang Yi didn’t come back.

Shui Wuding had said that Fang Yi was too greedy and had taken on too much of the illness. She was doomed.

Before Fang Yi left, Lin Lan had added a clause to the agreement, stating that she would support her mother and grandmother.

Although she didn’t know the specific content of the agreement, Duan Ruoxi knew what this kind of agreement meant.

She was still very young and had a boundless future, yet she had still come to this end of the scale, with the weight of love on the other side pressing down heavily.

If Fang Yi died, the marriage contract would be automatically annulled.

They hoped that Duan Ruoxi would take her place.

Jiang Wan, who was playing Fang Yi on the bed, watched their warm interaction, bared her teeth in anxiety, and her heart was jumping up and down, wailing.

How could they so openly poach a fan’s wall!

No, she is her fox guardian god. How can she watch her dear believer suffer a loss?!

“Lin Shuxing, keep it up.”

“Fang Yi” said in a charming voice, narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to flick her hair, and licked her lips at the young lady, doing her best to spread her peacock tail:

“When you are on the honor roll, it will be our wedding night—”

“…”

Duan Ruoxi’s pupils quaked. She covered the young lady’s ears.

Lin Shuxing glanced at the “Fang Yi” in front of her, gave a cold smile, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Only Jiang Wan was left sitting on the spot, somewhat desperately doubting her fox life.

Her illusion was very powerful. It was a one-to-one replica of Fang Yi. Even her lip prints were exactly the same.

Why was her fiancée’s reaction like this?

Her fan was so good to her. Why was she so cold?

Such a good fan, such a big fan!

Jiang Wan wanted to cry a little, but she clenched her fists and told herself that she had to be strong for Fang Yi.

Before Fang Yi left, she had told her over and over again that she would be fine, that she was very good, and that she would go to Jiang Wan’s premiere performance in the future.

Although Jiang Wan had not received such an invitation.

But Jiang Wan looked at Fang Yi’s serious expression and felt that there would definitely be such a day!

There will be a performance, there will be grapes, and Fang Yi will definitely come back!

…

Lin Shuxing didn’t ask anything, as if she hadn’t noticed anything wrong. She walked into the exam hall amidst the blessings of many people.

They had an agreement.

She looked up at the clock hanging in the classroom, held her pen, and it was also like holding the sword of the future.

Lin Shuxing had never felt so exhilarated as she did today, nor had she ever felt so heavy as she did today.

After one exam, there was another. The beautiful handwriting was written stroke by stroke…

The tip of the pen rustled.

Shui Wuding, waiting in the car, reclined her seat. Lin Lan was standing under a plane tree, her obscure gaze looking at something.

The noisy cicadas chirped about youth over and over again. The restless students sat on the biggest competitive platform of their lives, trying to gamble with fate.

Shui Wuding yawned lazily and slowly narrowed her eyes, resting her head on her arms.

Young people are like this, always thinking that the grand end of a stage is the end.

When the cicadas chirped through the long street, their fate was just entering a cycle.

Ding ling ling—

Lin Shuxing finished her exam quietly and got in the car.

Fang Yi did not come today.

Outside the car window, many parents in bright red clothes nervously crowded the street.

Qipaos, maguas, all competing for a hollow good omen.

The young lady lowered her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to anyone. She was immersed in her own world. For a few moments, it was as if she were also reflecting Fang Yi’s shadow.

It made Lin Lan think that she was sick again. The first thing she did when she got home was to have a doctor do a full-body check-up.

Lin Shuxing was very good, even a little too good.

She felt the power filling her fingertips, and the curves she wrote had an added sharpness.

She picked up her pen and wrote: Fang Yi.

**

In a secluded hospital.

“Teacher!! What should I do? Her fever is getting worse!!!”

The young lady frantically found Jiang Gui, who was smoking outside.

She had been an intern for a long time and had sutured many severed limbs, but this was the first time she had seen such a strange and dangerous illness as Fang Yi’s.

The data would drop for a while, and then soar again, more exciting than an electrocardiogram roller coaster.

Fang Yi’s immune system was going crazy, and her whole state was terrifyingly chaotic.

Jiang Gui stubbed out her cigarette with one hand and held down her anxious and flustered stupid student, feeling a sense of exasperation. “What should I do? Do you have an egg?”

Medical staff are most taboo about panic, especially in their line of work, where they gamble with death every day. Mentality is the first priority.

“Yes!” the girl nodded.

The corner of Jiang Gui’s mouth twitched, and she said sarcastically, “Go and put it on her forehead.”

“Ah, is it some kind of folk remedy?”

The girl hesitated and took out the egg she hadn’t had time to eat for breakfast. “Don’t we need to give her any medicine, or first aid measures… then I’ll go and try it first.”

“…You know and you still ask?!”

“Don’t say I’m your preceptor when you go out. I can’t afford to lose this face.”

The veins on Jiang Gui’s forehead bulged. She snatched the egg and felt that if she let her continue to treat Fang Yi, she would really treat her to death.

She walked over and saw the woman on the hospital bed with a cold face, still holding a slightly glowing crystal in her arms.

“Still in the mood to play,” Jiang Gui sneered and instructed her student, “Take away the miscellaneous things. I can’t stand to see her so idle. I’ll give her a couple of shots myself.”

“Don’t.”

Fang Yi raised her eyes slightly, suddenly pulled out of Lin Shuxing’s dream, her scattered gaze unable to focus for a moment.

She pressed down on the Dreamstone in her arms. “You can’t take it away.”

Jiang Gui raised an eyebrow and unceremoniously reached out to grab it. “Is it very valuable? So precious. Give it to me to pay for the medical expenses.”

The girl holding the medical record book on the side widened her eyes. Even though she was used to Jiang Gui’s hooligan style, she still couldn’t bear it.

The woman on the hospital bed was as pale as a boundless wilderness. Her eyelashes were swaying reeds, rustling and trembling with the muffled thunder of autumn in her chest.

But even though she was in so much pain that she was a little delirious, she would still thank her very seriously when she wiped her sweat and fed her medicine.

Her suppressed voice was like a whistle stuck in the middle of a bamboo tube. Only when the wind blew did a few clear and short syllables float out.

A human’s tolerance for pain is limited.

This threshold is not just a string of generalized numbers, but the limit that a flesh-and-blood body can bear.

The girl couldn’t understand how Fang Yi could be so quiet.

Usually, when this happened, the patient was most likely in so much pain that they had lost their voice.

But at this moment, she raised her eyelids, and her well-defined hands pressed the Dreamstone and hid it inside.

The girl bent down in heartache, trying to make Fang Yi’s request a little clearer, but she heard her say:

“A śarīra.”

The girl: ?

Fang Yi took a low breath and smiled at them.

Crazy.

“She said this is her śarīra.”

Still in the mood to joke. It seems she won’t die.

The corner of Jiang Gui’s mouth twitched. Hearing this, she immediately withdrew her hand in disgust, shook it, and said to the girl on the side:

“You see, the high fever is causing hallucinations. You just watch here. If she spontaneously combusts, you hurry up and take a picture. Send it to SCI first. If they don’t accept it, send it to Yilin.”

“It’s not a hallucination,” Fang Yi replied.

It’s a dream.

The Yilin material book held the Dreamstone tightly and murmured in a daze, “I promised her…”

I promised to meet her under the plane tree outside the school gate.

She wandered in her dream and vaguely saw a woman in a qipao standing among the swaying tree shadows.

She was like a ball of warm light. Her features were unclear, but she was exceptionally gentle.

The woman waved to Fang Yi and touched her face with infinite tenderness.

She smelled so good, like undried ink in the misty rain of Jiangnan.

And for no reason, it also reminded one of kitchen smoke, wispily curling over a golden rice field.

That was a kind of… a mother’s smell.

But before Lin Shuxing appeared, a gust of wind blew, and the woman suddenly disappeared.

Only a leaf swayed down and landed in the little cloth bear’s palm.

She vaguely heard a voice as clear as water, mixed in with the whistling of the wind, and landed on her hot forehead:

—Thank you.

Thank you for loving her.

…

Looking at the smile on Fang Yi’s lips, Jiang Gui clicked her tongue in annoyance and made a gesture with her hand at her face.

No doctor would like a patient who abused themselves like this, and Fang Yi’s illness was indeed strange.

The men in black from the Lin family were still waiting outside the hospital. If it weren’t for the armed guards at the key unit, Jiang Gui would have suspected that they were going to monitor the ward 24/7.

These capitalists who should be hung on a lamppost, do they think that Fang Yi is easy to bully just because she’s alone in Z City and has no one to back her up?

The furrows between Jiang Gui’s brows deepened.

Fang Yi was willing to endure it, but she didn’t want to spoil them.

So what if they are rich and powerful? They have the military behind them.

Jiang Gui gave a wicked smile, pointed at the men in black outside, and instructed the girl on the side:

“If the people outside ask again, just say that Fang Yi is dead.”