High Martial Arts: Invincibility Begins with Fishing Through the Heavens

"Then bring the USB drive back, and I'll fix it for you."

"I've already given the money to B7, so don't bother with this anymore." Xu Qinghuan didn't want to keep bringing up the USB drive. In fact, she didn't know what was wrong with Fu Yanshi lately; he always seemed to bring up difficult questions.

Sometimes Xu Qinghuan even suspected that he knew something!

Fu Yanshi simply glanced at her, then beckoned with his finger, "Come here."

Afraid that he would get up, she obediently put down her computer, walked over, and snuggled into Fu Yanshi's arms.

"Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds off."

"Maybe it's because you made me angry."

Xu Qinghuan pouted, "President Fu, who is usually so composed, gets angry like this all the time? Well then, I must be pretty amazing."

He chuckled softly, "You've always been pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Fu Yanshi exerted force on his arm and pulled her directly onto the bed.

Xu Qinghuan was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. "Are you crazy? You just had your stitches removed, and there's still blood!"

"You just had surgery, but that didn't stop me from making you feel comfortable." What's a little blood?

"..."

Xu Qinghuan really wanted to kick him!

She thought Fu Yanshi was in high spirits again, but this time he didn't take off her clothes. He just held her like that, lingering and inhaling her scent.

When they got too close, his breath tickled her neck.

"what happened?"

I noticed that he seemed to be in a bad state.

"It's okay, let's hug for a while."

Xu Qinghuan frowned and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Fu Yanshi, you have a fever!"

No wonder your voice sounds so nasal; you're clearly just forcing it.

"Don't make a fuss, I'll hold you for a while and you'll be fine."

"...I'm not a fever reducer." Xu Qinghuan was worried that he might cause some other complications. After all, fever is just a symptom; what if it's caused by an infection of internal organs or a wound? "Let go first, I'll go get Dr. Qiao to come and take a look at you."

Dr. Joe.

Upon hearing this person's name, Fu Yanshi's thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't let her come."

"You're still picky about doctors at a time like this?" Xu Qinghuan thought he was having another bout of mysophobia and didn't want a female doctor to come and treat him. "Honey, let's get the fever down first. Dr. Qiao is the one who will be performing your surgery. She knows your condition best! A fever can be a big deal or a small deal. If everything is normal after the tests, I can rest assured."

"It's not that serious. Just have someone bring me some fever reducers. I'm just a little chilled."

Fu Yanshi nestled against her neck, his eyelids seemingly heavy, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Xu Qinghuan couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she simply reached out and pushed him herself.

"Then let go of me, I'll go get you your medicine."

“If I let go, you’ll definitely go find that doctor surnamed Qiao.”

He didn't want to see it.

"...Fu Yanshi, when did you become so willful? You are the patient, and she is the doctor!"

Fu Yanshi loosened his grip, turned his entire body around, and faced away from Xu Qinghuan.

She assumed he was tacitly approving of her calling Dr. Qiao, so she immediately got up to go find him.

Behind him, Fu Yanshi suddenly spoke in a muffled voice.

"My dad wants me to marry her."

"Who?" Xu Qinghuan asked instinctively.

"Who else?"

"..."

Xu Qinghuan thought of what Fu Huazhen had said before, and it seemed... not so surprising.

She pursed her lips, and she began to understand why Fu Yanshi didn't want Dr. Qiao to come.

"Oh."

Fu Yanshi suddenly turned around and sat up on the bed. "That's all?"