Shen Hongyang and his wife immediately rushed in to check on the old man. All they saw was Elder Shen sleeping peacefully in bed, his cheeks rosy and his breathing steady.

Song Yaoyao was dizzy. She quickly leaned against the wall, lowered herself, and crouched down to get some rest.

“Are you okay?”

The doctors took the old man for some examinations, and a group of people followed behind.

Shen Xun held onto her and checked whether she was okay.

“I’m fine.”

No wonder her grandfather refused to do acupuncture in his later days. It was mentally exhausting. After two hours of complete concentration, Song Yaoyao’s brain hurt whenever she tried to think of something.

She desperately needed some rest.

In the distance, Huo Yunque had just stepped out of the elevator. He spotted Elder Huo leaning against the wall smiling at him.

“How did it go?”

He raised an eyebrow and continued walking. “Where is she?”

Elder Huo pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

“There, isn’t that her? She looks exhausted. It’s heartbreaking to see her like this. Look, even the brat from the Shen Family has abandoned his grandfather to watch over Yaoyao. Now that I mention it, the two of them look quite… Hey, where are you going? I haven’t finished!”

Elder Huo stretched his neck and watched as his son took big and hurried steps toward the girl. He was overjoyed.

“Are you still planning to act in front of me? Go ahead!”

In the end, Huo Yunque was nervous when he saw the young man next to the girl.

Elder Huo held his hands behind his back, went to ask a nurse which floor Elder Shen was on, and slowly made his way there.

The youngsters could deal with their own matters.

Son, good luck!

…

Huo Yunque had no idea how elaborate Elder Huo’s thoughts were. When he saw Song Yaoyao crouching against the wall with her face as pale as a paper, huddled up like a ball, his heart felt as though it was being stabbed by needles.

He pursed his lips as he heard Shen Xun ask, “Can you walk? I’ll carry you to get some rest.”

“Song Yaoyao.”

He suddenly roared.

Shen Xun’s back clearly stiffened for a moment. But he quickly relaxed as he stood up and greeted Huo Yunque like nothing had happened.

“Hello.”

Huo Yunque nodded slightly and strode toward Song Yaoyao. Looking down on her, he said, “How long has it been since you last put yourself in such a state. Do you want another injection?”

He knew what Song Yaoyao feared the most; these words were only meant to scare her so she wouldn’t work so hard in the future.

Song Yaoyao’s muscles tightened; she could still remember the feeling.

She pouted her lips, stretched out her arm, and said in a coquettish voice, “Gege, carry me~”

“Walk on your own.”

Although he said this, he still bent over to carry her in his arms.

Song Yaoyao swung her legs and mumbled, “I’m tired and can’t walk~”

Shen Xun shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped back. His eyes darkened slightly.

Huo Yunque clicked his tongue, “So you know how to be tired?”

Normally, this delicate girl would cry when she was a little sick or there was a bit of pain. Yet, her face was pale right now, and she was enduring it.

Song Yaoyao buried herself in Huo Yunque’s arms, found a comfortable spot, and closed her eyes.

Waving her hand, she yelled, “Shen Xun, I’ll be leaving with Gege. I’ll come again tomorrow.

Huo Yunque paused. “You’re coming back tomorrow?”

His aura was cold and so was his voice.

Song Yaoyao was a little frightened. “I have to…” she said softly.

As soon as she said this, it felt as though the air around her had frozen.

At that moment, Shen Xun bit his lip, watched as the man carried the girl away, and quickly chased after them, “Song Yaoyao, thank you!” he said.

Song Yaoyao shook her hand in response.

She had no extra energy to say anything as she quickly fell asleep in Huo Yunque’s arms.

Elder Shen’s examination results shocked everyone.

One session of acupuncture wasn’t enough to completely cure a person, but his body was completely different from before.

“Traditional Chinese medicine is amazing!”

The nurses couldn’t help but sigh.

Hearing this, Elder Huo gave a chuckle and walked past them with his hands behind his back.

“Our country has a long history. Things that we’ve created in the last five thousand years are no worse than others! Young’un, you need to open up your mind and respect the things that you may not understand.”

He slowly returned to the hospital room at a leisurely pace.

“Yes, you’re right!” one of the nurses replied happily without feeling offended at all.

This was a rarely seen bigshot; she already felt lucky to be able to talk to him.

In comparison, another nurse standing next to her was a little awkward.

“Eh? Xin, what’s wrong? Your expression is a little strange…”

“Oh?” Wang Xin was surprised. She rubbed her hands awkwardly and replied, “I-I’m fine…”

Last time, she had publicly looked down on Traditional Chinese medicine in front of the elders.

Elder Huo’s comment was clearly directed at her.

…

“How’s Miss Song? Should we call Dr. Liu to check on her? The weather is cold and it’s currently flu season. She needs to be careful!”

Uncle Zhang opened the car door and saw Song Yaoyao asleep in Huo Yunque’s arms. Her usual energy was absent.

“She’s fine.”

Huo Yunque carried her inside while Uncle Zhang followed worriedly behind.

“I still think we should call Dr. Liu. Even if she isn’t sick, it’s best to prevent it.”

When an old person nagged, it was frightening. Huo Yunque furrowed his brows. “Fine, we’ll call him.”

“Sigh!”

“What’s wrong this time?”

Liu Yu arrived quickly with his medicine chest. He had been here so often that he felt he was about to remember the placement of every item in the room.

He approached and took a look. The girl was breathing steadily, and apart from a slightly ill complexion, there wasn’t much of a problem.

So, Liu Yu ended up thinking dirty again.

His gaze swept across Huo Yunque. He was sitting on the sofa, with his shirt half-undone, and he looked satisfied.

Liu Yu smiled knowingly.

“Sir, the girl is still young, you should hold back a little. Don’t scare her away.” He searched through his chest and pulled out a delicate bottle. “I have some good stuff here. It’s great for improving a relationship…”

“Liu Yu.”

Huo Yunque’s head hurt. He lifted his gaze coldly. “Did you study ‘The Golden Lotus1’ in university?” Why was his mind so dirty?

“Pfff!”

Liu Yu was shocked as his hairs stood on end.

“Sir, ahem…can you not look so serious when you’re telling a dirty joke?”

It was frightening.

Especially since his classy and distinguished image wasn’t scathed at all. His legs were still crossed, and even his hair looked pure and clean.

It made Liu Yu seem even more dirty-minded.

“How is she?” Huo Yunque asked without answering.

Liu Yu looked at Song Yaoyao. “It’s no big deal. Just feed her some good food to replenish the body.”

“Okay.”

Huo Yunque nodded slightly. “You can get lost now.”

“Huh? Again?” Liu Yu frowned.

“Or do you prefer sunbathing in the garden?”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Liu Yu gave up and chose the first option. “I’ll get lost. I’m an expert at it!”

1 A classic adult fiction book.