Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 257 - 256: Sick (Second Update)

After being deflated by ten days of rushing around, Gu Xiaoqing finally fell ill.

It might be a bit of heatstroke, also a slight heat-induced cold, making her feel dizzy, nauseous, and feverish.

Luckily, there was a small partitioned area in the milk tea shop, but it was intended for use as an office, with a sofa bed and a coffee table inside.

Now it became Gu Xiaoqing’s bedroom.

Today, Gu Xiaoqing was completely collapsed on the bed, feeling terribly nauseous, dizzy, and blazing hot, her whole body weakly sprawled on the bed, dressed in pajamas, the small office was quite warm.

At this time, the temperature in Shanghai was nearly forty degrees, the windows in the room were open but it didn’t help, Gu Xiaoqing lay on the bed shivering from the fever, with just a thin quilt covering her.

She had been in a daze and didn’t know how long she had slept, anyway, her throat also hurt, her whole body was in pain, Gu Xiaoqing thought she was going to die.

This illusory delusion seemed to take Gu Xiaoqing back to the day she died, the painful day of being violently beaten and abused, as if the pain from Fu Guoqiang’s fists was still plaguing her body.

She wanted to break free, wanted to resist and fight back, but the omnipresent pain still invaded every inch of her skin and bones, Gu Xiaoqing wanted to call for help, wanted to shout, wanted to find someone to help her, but was still powerless.

It was so much like the day when she was abandoned by the whole world.

Gu Xiaoqing thought she was shouting loudly, but actually, she was just humming weakly like a mosquito.

Could it be that she had returned to the past, could all of this be just a beautiful dream, a life changed only in dreams, while in reality, she hadn’t changed anything and was still going to die at the hands of a violent husband?

Suddenly someone gently picked her up, a familiar voice rang in her ears, "She’s so sick, how come nobody checked on her?"

"We just came in the morning and were busy with preparations outside, we thought the boss agreed last night to look into the clinic’s matters, thinking to let her rest well. Who knew it would turn out like this?"

The voice was anxious and flustered, yet carried concern, a voice she was very familiar with.

Gu Xiaoqing, in a daze and fog, thought she seemed to know who it was, but also seemed completely unaware, her mind as jumbled and sticky as glue.

"I’ll take her to the hospital, you all continue working. When you get off work, lock the shop door." Everything was instructed neatly.

Gu Xiaoqing could only feel herself leaning against a warm and safe embrace, familiar breath, carrying a faint scent of tobacco and the refreshing smell of soap, Gu Xiaoqing’s last consciousness before passing out was perhaps that she had been saved.

When Gu Xiaoqing woke up again, it seemed it was already night, surrounded by a dim small lamp, the white sheets and the smell of disinfectant told Gu Xiaoqing she should be in a hospital.

She exerted herself to raise her hand, the hand with the infusion needle was still that slender, fair hand, Gu Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the painful illusion of being beaten was just an illusion, this rebirth wasn’t a dream, it was real and existent, she was still eighteen, still in a time where everything had changed.

"What’s wrong? Awake?"

A hand grasped Gu Xiaoqing’s, a hand with defined joints, between the fingers there were slight calluses, rubbing against Gu Xiaoqing’s palm, seemingly slightly rough but warm and reassuring.

Gu Xiaoqing lifted her eyelids, it was Fang Shaohan.

A bit surprised.

After all, this is Shanghai, not her hometown.

How could Fang Shaohan be here?

"You..."

"Want some water?"

Fang Shaohan didn’t overlook the dazed expression Gu Xiaoqing had upon waking, it seemed like the gaze of a stranger from another world, Fang Shaohan believed he wasn’t seeing things.

Gu Xiaoqing nodded, her lips dry as if they hadn’t had water in hundreds of years, she tried to sit up, exerting herself, but her head immediately felt dizzy and she toppled back onto the pillow.

Her face turned pale again, seemed like a symptom of low blood pressure caused by low blood sugar.

Gu Xiaoqing cursed silently, this body was really too poor.

Fang Shaohan brought a glass of water over, seeing Gu Xiaoqing slumped on the pillow, realizing she had just tried to get up.

He promptly helped her lie down properly, and while feeding her water with a small spoon, he said, "I don’t know how you take care of yourself, this heatstroke combined with a cold, and serious anemia, if I hadn’t discovered it in time, your little life would have been in danger."

The tone, though blunt, still carried discernible concern.

Gu Xiaoqing slowly drank the water down, finally feeling much better in her throat.

But the swelling feeling in her lower abdomen made Gu Xiaoqing’s face redden with embarrassment.

"No more."

Gu Xiaoqing said.

Fang Shaohan put the glass down, seeing Gu Xiaoqing’s face didn’t look well, he asked considerately, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? If you feel unwell, I’ll call a doctor."

"Could you call a nurse for me?"

Gu Xiaoqing avoided looking into Fang Shaohan’s eyes.

Fang Shaohan was puzzled, what was the nurse for?

He looked at the IV, still quite a lot left.

But he still went out.

After a while, Fang Shaohan came back in alone.

Gu Xiaoqing looked expectantly behind Fang Shaohan, disappointed not to see a nurse.

"Where’s the nurse?"

Fang Shaohan shook his head, "I don’t know either, there was no one at the nurse’s station, they must have gone to a ward. What do you need? Aren’t I here?"

He didn’t understand what Gu Xiaoqing wanted to do.

She was already this sick and still so pretentious.

Gu Xiaoqing was stumped.

How to say it?

But Gu Xiaoqing knew she was at her limit, her face still flushed red unable to speak, how could she say this to a young man?

She glanced at the bathroom.

Fang Shaohan instantly understood.

There wasn’t even a trace of embarrassment on his face.

He walked over, took the IV bottle and handed it to Gu Xiaoqing, bent down and lifted Gu Xiaoqing entirely, one hand under her armpit, one hand under her knees, and held her up steadily.

Gu Xiaoqing suddenly got nervous, grabbing Fang Shaohan’s arm: "It’s okay, I can wait a bit longer for the nurse to come."

But her legs still unconsciously tightened a bit.

That slight movement didn’t escape Fang Shaohan’s notice.

He didn’t say anything, just picked her up and walked into the bathroom, set her down, carefully lifted the toilet lid, wiped it clean with tissue, then took the infusion bottle from Gu Xiaoqing’s hand and hung it on the wall hook before turning to leave.