Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

Fan Qingyin woke up with a splitting headache and found himself lying in his bed at home. Almost instantly, he remembered grabbing his wife and holding her before he lost consciousness.

Since he has been rescued, Xiaoyu must have been rescued as well.

Fan Qingyin pushed aside the covers and got out of bed, struggling to overcome the unsteadiness in his steps caused by lying unconscious for too long. Almost as soon as he stood up, the manor's healer pushed open the door and walked in.

"Sir, you cannot get out of bed yet. You have been unconscious for too long, and you must still be feeling unwell. You need to rest in bed."

The doctor was a thin, middle-aged man, the eldest of Ado's five husbands. So his words carried a hint of an elder's admonition.

"I'm alright, thank you for your concern. How long was I unconscious? Is the lord in her room now? Is she alright? Has she woken up?"

The doctor looked up in surprise. He had spent quite a while with this divine messenger, but this was the first time he had ever seen him so anxious and panicked.

Saying so much at once, love really is...

"You have been unconscious for more than a day, and the lord has not yet woken up. The lord's body is somewhat weak. He rode the Pegasus through the wind for so long, and the seawater of the Bobdo Sea is extremely cold, so the lord's body has indeed been chilled. However, please rest assured that I have carefully examined the lord, and with proper care after he wakes up, he will not suffer any lasting illness or damage to his body."

"Thank you for your trouble." Fan Qingyin nodded gratefully to the elder before her. "I'll go check on Xiaoyu."

Knowing he could no longer persuade her, the doctor silently handed her a thick outer robe, which Fan Qingyin did not refuse.

Arriving at Jiang Yu's bedside, he saw his wife still lying unconscious in the bedding. Her usually radiant face had lost its color, appearing pale and weak.

Fan Qingyin gently touched Jiang Yu's cheek with her finger, feeling a slight chill. Only then did he truly feel anger. His usually calm eyes were filled with icy killing intent and fury.

How dare he calculate things to such an insignificant ant?

It's unforgivable that taking advantage of Xiaoyu's inexplicable concern has led to her suffering such harm. This has crossed his bottom line. Originally, he only wanted to stand by and wait for things to develop, but now it seems impossible.

Such a person, who would scheme against everyone for his own selfish gain and disregard the lives of others, if he were to return alive, he would surely...

No, how could someone like that, who orchestrated all this and hasn't even achieved his goal, just die out there like this?

Fan Qingyin sat down on the chair next to Jiang Yu's bed and held his wife's hand in his own. Her hand, which was usually warm, was now even colder than his own.

He tenderly brought his wife's hand to his lips, wanting to recapture the warmth he once cherished with a gentle kiss, but unfortunately, he was also ill and his body temperature was already below normal, so such an action would be futile.

When Fan Qingyin woke up, it was still early morning. He sat by his wife's bedside until dawn, but he still couldn't shake off the guilt in his heart.

If he had intervened when he understood what the person was thinking, none of this would have happened, and Xiaoyu would not have suffered such an undeserved disaster.

Just as he was lost in thought, he was startled to realize that the slender, cold hand he was holding had started to heat up and was trembling slightly.

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?" Fan Qingyin was a little flustered, and his voice was a little unsteady. Then he thought of something and reached out to touch Jiang Yu's forehead. It was burning hot to the touch.

He immediately stood up, and the sudden movement knocked over the chair behind him, making a loud thud as something heavy fell to the ground.

The sound also pulled Jiang Yu back from the darkness. Jiang Yu felt herself going from cold to hot, and in a daze, she felt someone holding her firmly, preventing her from sinking deeper and deeper into the cold sea.

Startled awake, she slowly opened her eyes, gradually adjusting to the not-too-bright morning light without much effort. Her vision cleared, and before her was Fan Qingyin's panicked face.

Just like the hallucination she had before she fell into a coma, such an expression shouldn't appear on the face of someone who is supposed to be elegant and dignified.

Her husband, who was like a celestial being, had always been calm and composed, and nothing could break his rhythm or pace. She must be dreaming or seeing things to see such a rare expression.

However, the feeling of his hand being tightly gripped, and the increasingly clear calls in his ears, gradually woke Jiang Yu from his daze, and the face he thought was a hallucination became clearer and clearer in front of him.

Jiang Yu opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice hoarse and broken. She tried calling out, "Qingyin...?"

Hearing Jiang Yu's call, Fan Qingyin suddenly snapped back to reality, his voice losing its usual composure. He held Jiang Yu's hand, unsure whether to let go or continue holding on.

"Xiaoyu? It's me, it's me. Xiaoyu, you're awake. Xiaoyu, how are you feeling? But you have a fever... Are you feeling unwell? I'll go find a doctor right away."

“No need,” Jiang Yu grasped Fan Qingyin’s hand in return. She herself was not very strong, but fortunately Fan Qingyin did not struggle. Instead, she obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Qingyin, just stay with me."

Fan Qingyin had recovered from his earlier panic. He reached out his other hand, tidied Jiang Yu's hair, and gently placed it on her forehead.

“I will stay with you, but you have a fever. We can’t leave you without calling a doctor. I’ll send a servant to fetch him. Count to a few and I’ll be right back, okay?”

Jiang Yu looked at Fan Qingyin, thinking how wonderful it was to wake up again and see him the moment she opened her eyes. With these thoughts in mind, her words inevitably carried a hint of willfulness and spoiledness:

"No, not even one. You stay here with me."

Fan Qingyin was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he liked his wife's dependence on him, but on the other hand, he was worried about his wife's health.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't make him hesitate for long; he soon came in with the bowl of medicine.

"Sir, here is your medicine. Drink it while it's hot. Oh dear, the lord has also woken up. I'll examine you again and then go get your medicine."

The doctor quickly placed the medicine on the small table and urged Fan Qingyin to drink it as soon as possible: "The medicine is most effective when drunk while it's hot. Sir, you've been sitting here for so long with your illness, this won't do."

"What happened to Qingyin? Why is Qingyin sick and needs to take medicine?" Jiang Yu vaguely realized that perhaps the cold embrace before losing consciousness was not an illusion.

"My lord, you don't know yet, do you? Come to think of it, you've only just woken up, you were unconscious before."

The doctor was great in every way; just looking at him, he seemed like the charming type. I never expected him to be so talkative.

"I wasn't there at the time. I only heard from the guys that when you and your husband were brought back unconscious, your husband pulled you out of the sea. He's not a very good swimmer, but he still tried his best to push you to the surface. Luckily, some of the rescue team members who hadn't swum far reacted quickly..."

"Please treat Xiaoyu quickly, she seems to have a fever." Fan Qingyin interrupted the doctor, because it sounded like he was going to keep rambling on and on.

After hearing the doctor's words, Jiang Yu fell into a brief silence. Only then did she notice that Fan Qingyin was wearing a thick outer robe, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless.

So the heart-wrenching screams I heard when the accident happened weren't hallucinations, and the cold, forceful embrace in the seawater wasn't an illusion either.

It was Qingyin who saved her.