My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 35. Chapter 34. Seeking medical treatment, seeking medical treatment.

Chapter 34. Seeking medical help, seeking medical help

Cheng Songer struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them no matter how hard she tried.

Just as she was about to give up, she suddenly felt someone tightly holding her hand, and warm drops of moisture fell into her hand.

She suddenly gained strength and exerted all her effort to open her eyes. What she saw was Cheng Qingzhi's emaciated face. His eye sockets were red, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were dry and covered in red marks, and there was a large wound on his forehead with bloodstains, which was shocking to see. He looked like he hadn't slept for three days and nights and had been tortured.

Seeing her wake up, Cheng Qingzhi widened his eyes in shock. It was a mix of excitement and extreme joy. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, only tears kept flowing.

"How did you get injured on your head?" Cheng Songer reached out and touched the scar on his forehead, her voice somewhat hoarse.

He was perfectly fine before going to sleep, but when she opened her eyes, Cheng Qingzhi had become so thin. "You. . ." Cheng Qingzhi's Adam's apple moved up and down as he held her hand, his vocal cords almost choked up: "Songer, you had a fever and were unconscious for a long time. . . I thought you would never wake up again."

"How long was I unconscious?" "Half a month." Cheng Qingzhi held her hand, his eyes filled with overwhelming joy: "They all said you were possessed by evil spirits and would never wake up again, but I didn't believe it. . . luckily, you woke up, you finally woke up."

He bent down, knelt on the edge of the bed, and affectionately placed his face in the palm of her hand. Tears slid down his cheeks into her hand.

"I knew it, you wouldn't leave me. . . you wouldn't." He murmured to himself.

"Thank you for taking care of me all this time." Cheng Songer propped herself up and said softly.

Perhaps because she had just recovered from a serious illness, she felt a bit weak in her arms when she sat up and coughed weakly.

Cheng Qingzhi's expression immediately became tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. "Songer, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Tell me, I'll find a doctor for you."

Cheng Songer shook her head. "I'm not uncomfortable, just feel a bit dry in my throat."

"I'll go get you some water." Cheng Qingzhi stood up from the cold ground and turned to pour water from the kettle on the charcoal stove.

Cheng Songer watched his back, his thin and desolate figure seemed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. The clothes that used to fit him now seemed a bit loose on him. It was hard to believe that such a big change could happen in just a few days.

Clearly, he had finally managed to gain some weight, but after this illness, he became thin again, as thin as before, which made her heart ache.

A glass of water was quickly poured, and Cheng Qingzhi hurriedly brought it over for her to drink.

The scalding water spilled from the cup, and his fingers were clearly burned by the hot water, causing them to curl up. However, he didn't make a sound, but blew on the water before handing it to her to drink.

Cheng Qingzhi's care was considerate and meticulous, attending to every detail.

After drinking a glass of water, Cheng Songer clearly felt much better, and her throat felt relieved.

"During the days you were unconscious, you couldn't eat anything, so I could only feed you some thin soup. You must be very hungry, right? I'll go make something for you to eat." Cheng Qingzhi wiped away a tear and forced a smile.