Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

recuperate.

Su Ying stopped outside the Young Master’s room.
Gently, he pushed the door open.
He turned to Gu Yan and Qin Shu and said, “Young Master Jun is within.
Young Master Gu, Miss Qin, please come in.”

Gu Yan took the lead, with Qin Shu merely a step behind.

Lan Qi and Su Ying entered together.

The room was enormous.
A large bed occupied a small part of the room.
On either side of the four-poster bed were ornately decorated French windows, tasteful without being ostentatious.
The curtains were drawn open, allowing feeble rays of starlight into the room.
Attached was an overhanging balcony.

A gentle glow suffused the room.

Jun Li was lying on the bed, a thin blanket covering his body.
His eyes were closed as if he had just fallen asleep.
The only sign of his waning health was the sickly pale parlour of his skin.
Jun Li was so pale that he could have been mistaken for an albino or an anaemic.

“The Young Master fainted a few days ago but awoke after night’s rest.
He later fainted again and has been unconscious since.
It’s been more than three days since he collapsed, and he shows no signs of waking up again,” Su Ying reported faithfully.

Qin Shu was deeply dismayed.
She never thought she would meet Jun Li again under such circumstances.

Jun Li was like an older brother to her.
The faint smile he always wore, the gentle gaze he always aimed her way, these were things she cherished wholeheartedly.

She could see nothing of the man she adored and respected in the corpse-like stillness gripping his frail, unconscious form.

Distressed, she questioned Su Ying.
“Haven’t you called for a doctor? What did the doctor say? He can’t stay here without proper treatment.
He should be taken to a hospital this instant!”

“I’m sorry.
The Young Master doesn’t like hospitals.
I did call for a doctor to come and see him, but when he saw the state the Young Master was in, he said there was nothing he could do.” Su Ying’s voice trailed off, barely a whisper by the end of his sentence.

“Let me check his pulse.” As he did so, Gu Yan said to Ji Fei, “Prepare the medicine I use when performing acupuncture.”

It was not Gu Yan’s first time treating Jun Li for his condition; thus, he had notes, theories, and a copy of Jun Li’s medical history.
It was standard practice for doctors of eastern and western medicine alike.
It helped them determine the best course of treatment for their patients, possible symptoms they could develop and further options for treatment.

Jun Li’s amicable relationship with Qin Shu was merely the icing on the cake.

A detailed history of Jun Li’s condition was soon produced.
It recorded all the symptoms caused by the poison entering his lungs, as well as possible countermeasures.

Being Gu Yan’s assistant, Ji Fei had an instinctual understanding of the things Gu Yan required for each patient’s treatment.
He was efficient and methodical, a competent aide to Gu Yan.

Gu Yan sat by Jun Li’s bed and clasped his patient’s wrist.
It was shockingly thin for a man.

Standing beside Gu Yan, Ji Fei prepared Gu Yan’s needles.
He would need them for acupuncture.

Qin Shu sat at the side, anxious.

Su Ying pulled Lan Qi aside and said, “Young Master Lan, the next time you go out, please let me know beforehand.
Everyone in the villa has been looking for you for a whole day.
Do you know how worried we were when we could not find you?”

“Weren’t you guys the ones who locked me in and wouldn’t let me go out? I had no other choice but to sneak out.” Lan Qi peered at Gu Yan and Qin Shu in the room, “If I hadn’t gone to look for her, she wouldn’t have known that Jun Li was unconscious, and Gu Yan wouldn’t have come to see Jun Li.”

Su Ying stole a glance in Gu Yan and Qin Shu’s direction.
He was still worried.
Perhaps it was because he knew the Young Master’s poison was untreatable that he felt ill at ease.

Turning away, he continued lecturing Lan Qi.
“You still have to let me know before you run off.
What if something were to happen to you? For instance… the matter three years ago? By then, it would be too late for regrets.”

“I’ve learned my lesson.
There won’t be a second time.
Besides, if I had discussed things with you before I left, you definitely wouldn’t have allowed me out of the villa to look for her,” Lan Qi snapped in reply.

Su Ying: “Those were the Young Master’s orders.
I obey no one but the Young Master.”

“That’s not loyalty; it’s madness! Complete madness! Jun Li is unconscious, for crying out loud! How on earth is he going to instruct you to look for Qin Shu while unconscious? What if he never…”

Lan Qi was visibly upset.
Su Ying could hazard a guess as to what was going through the young man’s mind and interrupted him with a sharp rebuke, “Young Master Lan! That’s quite enough.”

Lan Qi checked himself before he could say anything rash.
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the retort at the tip of his tongue.