Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

As a result, Akahoshi quickly grabbed him.

"Don't move, you'll sleep in the bed from now on. Hmm?" Chi Xing's voice was deep and resonant, the last syllable rising in pitch, making Zhou Siyu's heart skip a beat.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but whenever he got close to Akahoshi, his chest would pound wildly, as if something was wrong.

There weren't many spots available on Chixing's side, so Zhou Siyu quickly rolled over to make room for Chixing.

Thinking that if he slept like this, Akahoshi wouldn't kick him out.

Zhou Siyu looked at Chixing and saw that Chixing was staring at her intently. An inexplicable shyness made Zhou Siyu turn over.

Looking at Zhou Siyu, who had her back to him, Chi Xing laughed in anger, stretched out his long arm and pulled her over along with the blanket.

The tall figure pulled the petite Zhou Siyu into his arms and said fiercely, "Don't you dare stay this far away from me."

I thought this would scare people away, but instead I heard the even breathing of the person in my arms.

Chixing turned Zhou Siyu over; she was already asleep with her eyes closed.

"Really asleep?" So quickly.

Zhou Siyu seemed disturbed by the noise. Still half asleep, she raised her hand to cover the chattering mouth in front of her and mumbled, "Go to sleep."

Akahoshi, who originally wanted to bring the person home to eat meat as soon as possible: ...

He sighed deeply, suppressed his desires, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, before Akahoshi even opened his eyes, he heard a hoarse voice, followed by a series of coughs.

"Cough cough..."

Akahoshi suddenly opened his eyes.

On the sofa over there, Zhou Siyu sat down at some point, her hands clasped over her stomach, trying to sing again, but her voice was terribly hoarse.

Why can't he sing anymore?

"What's wrong? Is your throat sore?" Akahoshi walked over without even putting on his shoes.

Zhou Siyu looked terrified.

He was originally a clueless fool who couldn't do anything and endured countless scornful glances, but he received a lot of praise when he performed opera.

Although his former master was strict, he would also praise him as a genius in opera. His uncle also said that as long as he sang better and better, his parents would come back.

Now, it seems he can no longer perform opera.

Zhou Siyu seemed not to hear Chi Xing's question. She tried again, but her voice still sounded just like that broken bellows, which was not what opera should be like.

He looked pained, his hand on his abdomen trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down his face.

Cried again.

Seeing his tears, Akahoshi's pupils contracted sharply. He quickly dialed a number and asked a doctor to come over.

He hugged the person and comforted them repeatedly, "It's okay, don't cry. Tell me where it hurts?"

"No, I can't sing anymore, I can't sing..."

Zhou Siyu was crying so hard; it was heartbreaking to see.

Recalling that Zhou Siyu sang for a long time yesterday and cried yesterday, Chixing guessed that he might have just lost his voice, not that he couldn't sing.

He hugged the sobbing man tighter, brushed the long hair that had gotten on his face behind his back, and then gently coaxed him:

"If you can sing, you must be too tired yesterday. You'll be fine soon."

"I'll call the doctor to take a look at you. You'll be able to sing after a nap."

Upon hearing that she could still sing, Zhou Siyu quickly stopped her tears and asked in her rough voice, "Really, really?"

Akahoshi wiped away his tears, and when she touched his face, she felt a burning sensation.

He touched his forehead again and realized he had a fever. He whispered to Zhou Siyu, "Sweetie, you're sick. You can sing when you get better."

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Siyu couldn't help coughing, so Chixing called someone to bring water and breakfast up.

Chixing put the person back on the bed and got a wet towel to put on Zhou Siyu's forehead to cool him down.

Seeing how pitiful she looked, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat. Zhou Siyu didn't even know she was sick, and I didn't know how she had gotten through it before.

Little did he know that in the past, when Zhou Siyu was sick, she would be fed some animal medicine. The dosage was large but effective. As long as Zhou Siyu didn't die, Uncle Zhou didn't feel he had lost out.

Don't even think about him getting a doctor to treat Zhou Siyu.

If Zhou Siyu can pull through a minor illness, let her endure it; if she can't, give her animal medicine. If she dies, it's just that Zhou Siyu's fate is bad.

Zhou Siyu had never known before that she could see a doctor when she was sick, nor had she ever experienced that someone would comfort her when she was sick.

No, when his parents were alive, he was pampered by them.

Thinking of her parents, Zhou Siyu's tears flowed down her cheeks again, only to be gently wiped away by Chixing.

"Don't cry, baby. You'll be fine soon, trust me." Chixing squatted by the bed, patted his back, and channeled some divine power into him.

He cursed himself inwardly for sleeping so soundly that he didn't even know the person next to him was sick.

Chixing reflected on himself and realized that he used to be very carefree and always thought of relying on Ayu. Even in his past life, Ayu gave him everything good and spoiled him.

Now, even though he knows that Ayu will be like this in this life, he still acts irresponsibly and doesn't know how to take care of people at all.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

Akahoshi's throat tightened, and she suppressed the stinging in her eyes, saying softly, "I'll go open the door, sweetie, don't cry anymore."

Zhou Siyu sniffed and nodded slightly.

The servants brought breakfast up, and Akahoshi had it placed on the coffee table outside, without letting anyone into the bedroom.

After everyone left, he brought in a bowl of porridge for Zhou Siyu to eat.

Zhou Siyu, who was already very hungry, smelled the food and unconsciously followed the porridge in Chixing's hand.

Chi Xing couldn't help but laugh out loud. He took a stool and sat down on the edge of the bed. Zhou Siyu was able to sit up on her own without anyone's help.

"Should you eat by yourself or should I feed you?"

Zhou Siyu swallowed hard and said, "I can do it myself."

Chixing simply moved a table over, placed breakfast on it, and ate with Zhou Siyu.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Zhou Siyu's throat didn't hurt as much anymore. By this time, the doctor had already arrived at the mansion.

After taking Zhou Siyu's temperature and examining his throat, I took out some Western medicine and throat lozenges, told Chixing the dosage, and reminded Zhou Siyu not to overwork himself.

Chi Xing listened attentively, and after the doctor left, he gave Zhou Siyu her medicine.

The medicine he used to take was very bitter, so Zhou Siyu was hesitant to take it. Sometimes, when his uncle wasn't looking, he would bury the medicine in the ground. But this time, Chixing made him take the medicine.

Zhou Siyu picked up the pill, closed his eyes, and put it in his mouth. As soon as he chewed it, the bitter taste of the Western medicine spread throughout his mouth, so bitter that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Hiss, spit it out." Seeing Zhou Siyu chew the medicine, Chi Xing hurriedly stood up.

Zhou Siyu was told to spit the medicine into the trash can and rinse her mouth several times.

"You have to swallow it with water, don't chew it, it will hurt your stomach," Akahoshi explained to him.

Zhou Siyu stared blankly as if in thought, and nodded after a while.

Chi Xing also became more meticulous in his work. Since Zhou Siyu didn't understand these common sense things, he taught her little by little.