There’s nothing more sorrowful than this in life.
The doctor was still saying, "Little Nine, why are you out here? Don’t underestimate things like fevers. If not treated in ti, it could lead to big problems. Especially for the young master, if sothing happens, can we shoulder the responsibility?"
At this mont, Little Nine’s heart was bleeding.
He was also worried about the young master’s illness, but the problem was that the young master was perfectly fine—he was even doing unspeakable things, okay?
Stopping you was to prevent you from going to Africa; it’s for your own good.
He hasn’t even been back for long, and now you want to go again.
Thinking about those years in Africa, Little Nine felt ashen-hearted.
Wait a minute!
If the doctor goes in now, could I go to Africa with him?
Just thinking about it feels...wonderful.
Having soone for company is great.
With this thought, Little Nine didn’t stop him and stepped aside to let him in, "You make a good point; the young master’s health is important."
#BEEP—The scheming Little Nine is online#
The doctor nodded and then pushed the door open and went in.
Little Nine didn’t dare to look, waiting outside for the doctor to co out imdiately.
But a minute passed, and he didn’t co out.
Two minutes passed, and still, he hadn’t co out.
Three minutes passed...
Dammit, why isn’t he coming out? Is he watching a live erotic scene or sothing?
Or is it?
Little Nine pushed the door open and saw the doctor treating the young master, while the young madam watched nearby.
What a harmonious and beautiful scene.
But Little Nine’s inner thoughts were—
WTF?
Weren’t they doing sothing unspeakable?
How did it end so quickly?
Is the young master’s ti that short...
Tong Yan saw Little Nine and knew what he was thinking. She wanted to say it’s not what you think! (Er Kang hand)
But to forcefully explain seed a bit odd.
The doctor had finished checking and breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, "The young master is fine now. I’ve prescribed so dicine, I’ll prepare it and have Little Nine bring it over. The young master should drink it to solidify the treatnt. Did you do so artificial cooling? Well done, luckily you did, otherwise, if the fever persisted, the consequences would be unimaginable."
The wealthier people are, the more they care about health, especially Old Master Bo, who loves traditional Chinese dicine. For any minor ailnts or pains, he likes to see a traditional Chinese dicine doctor for a pulse diagnosis.
Little Nine casually asked, "Miss Tong, how did the young master catch a cold? He used to be very healthy."
The young master’s health was always excellent; he never got sick since childhood. After spending so ti in the barracks, his health was even better. Forget about major illnesses; he didn’t even have a cold.
This ti, the cold is really strange.
Tong Yan: ...
How was she supposed to answer that? Was she supposed to say your young master took several cold showers and caught a cold?
The next question would obviously be, why did the young master take cold showers?
She had even less idea how to explain that.
"...I don’t know either. Maybe it was because he caught a chill. The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors is so big right now. Perhaps he wasn’t careful and caught a cold."
Tong Yan’s forced explanation barely satisfied Little Nine.
...
Little Nine and the doctor left.
The room instantly returned to calm.
After all this fuss, it was already past noon.
Tong Yan left the bedroom and cooked so porridge, waiting to serve it to him as soon as he woke up.
Xiao Zhi was very obedient. When adults were busy, he would play by himself quietly, never causing trouble. This was a habit cultivated over years at the orphanage, fearing to create inconvenience for others, afraid of being abandoned.
When Tong Yan walked back into the bedroom, she saw that Bo Yimo was already awake.
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