TO MY DEAR MR. HUO

548-549

Chapter 548: Do you miss your aunt?

After arriving home, Yang Wenchang had shot her a look, wearing a vaguely sheepish expression on his face. Huo Jinyao it seemed, had yet to wake up.

Su Qingsang didn’t realize the reason for the look Yang Wencheng had sent her until she caught sight of Huo Jinyao’s hand. The drip had done its job. However, due to Yang Wenchang’s lack of familiarity with the procedure, when he had inserted the needle, some bleeding had occurred.

Su Qingsang eyed Yang Wenchang after noticing the bloodstains on Huo Jinyao’s palm. However, she did not have the heart to chide him for it.

If anyone was to be blamed for it, it should be herself, for running off to criticize Liu Tongjia instead of staying behind to watch over Huo Jinyao.

“You can take your leave first, I’ll take care of him.”

“Alright.” Yang Wenchang nodded his head. After a while, he decided to speak up to warn Su Qingsang, “Huo Jinyao woke up, just for a short time, a little while ago. He fell back asleep again soon after.”

“It’s alright. He’s likely groggy because of the drip. He should wake up more naturally later.”

Yang Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief, reassured. Su Qingsang was a doctor, and she would know how to care for Huo Jinyao.

Su Qingsang had only eaten a little, scrounging up a meal of whatever food had been available that that night. She had just cooked some porridge earlier, and it was now warm and ready for consumption. However, Huo Jinyao had still not woken up to eat it.

She had not expected someone who looked so healthy every day, could have succumbed so easily to a simple cold, or experience such severe symptoms.

After Ms. Yu had packed up, Su Qingsang sent her home.

Now as she sat at Huo Jinyao’s side, she glanced at him, holding her laptop as she waited for him to wake up.

As she thought back on what Liu Tongjia had recounted, Su Qingsang began to surf the web for any news of said past events. However, she could find nothing on it and had to assume that a cover-up of the incident had taken place.

Or perhaps, ten years ago with the Internet far less developed, such local news would not have been uploaded.

She was still debating whether to make time to ask Old Master Huo for answers when Huo Jinyao awoke from his slumber.

Su Qingsang heard him stirring and stood up promptly. Upon opening his eyes, Huo Jinyao noticed her immediately.

“Old...”

“Do not speak.”

He had slept for nearly a day. Su Qingsang poured him a glass of warm water and helped Huo Jinyao sit up so he could hydrate himself.

Once Huo Jinyao had drunk the glass of warm water, he immediately gained more color in his cheeks.

“My wife?”

“You’re ill.” Su Qingsang glanced at Huo Jinyao and spoke in a low voice. “It’s not even summer and yet you’re bathing in cold water. It’s no wonder you fell sick! Do you think you are invincible?”

Huo Jinyao thought about the mail he had received before, and he could only smile. Still, he refrained from speech.

Su Qingsang knew that Huo Jinyao was probably in a poor mood, and she lay off reproaching him. She raised a hand to Huo Jinyao’s forehead. “You’re no longer burning up. However, you still have to continue taking your medication.