When Zhou Wangshu woke up, he was soaking in a bath barrel.
The feverish him submerged in the water relieved much of his tearing pain.
He raised his eyes and immediately saw the figure of Su Yaoguang.
Woosh! He covered his body, and said angrily and embarrassedly, "Why are you here?"
Hearing his voice, Su Yaoguang turned around, walked over quickly, and said, "Awake? Feeling better now?"
"You... don't you avoid suspicion?"
Su Yaoguang stuffed a pill into his mouth and fed him water: "Little brat, you're so young, why think so much?"
"I'm only two years younger than you, how am I little?" Zhou Wangshu retorted a bit indignantly.
"Not just two years, even if it's two days, it's still young!" Su Yaoguang wiped his sweat with a cloth. "Tell me, how did you end up like this?"
Zhou Wangshu frowned: "The illness came abruptly and domineeringly, I didn't even have time to catch my breath."
"Where are the herbs I prepared for you earlier?"
