Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

"Qi and blood are both deficient, the pulse is floating, and the yin is not replenished," the old Chinese doctor took the pulse and his face was gloomy. "Girl, are you in any trouble?"

No difficulty.

The original owner no longer has any difficulties.

"Doctor Liu, what do you mean?" Gu Yunshen was originally at the door, and immediately walked in after hearing this. "Is it serious?"

"She was hospitalized not long ago. The doctor told her to get some rest, but she stayed up late. She didn't get off work until almost dawn for two nights. Can she make up for it?"

"What should I do to make it better? It should be a complete good one. It's all my fault..."

"Listen to me first." The old Chinese doctor finally interrupted, "It is not advisable to take a big supplement. You can only take small supplements slowly. I will prescribe a prescription first and then take small supplements slowly. Basically, you still have to avoid staying up late, overwork, and excessive worry."

Gu Yunshen responded repeatedly: "Okay, I understand."

Song Wenzhou couldn't help being surprised every time he saw it. Gu Yunshen had the Gu and Song families behind him, so he was truly a noble man. Although he didn't have the bad qualities of those young masters, he was still proud in his bones, and he couldn't do the job of serving others.

Now not only can I do it, but I can do it quite well.

He carries medicine and water as if he is used to it.

"..."

In the kitchen, the aunt was cooking health-preserving porridge according to the advice of an old Chinese doctor. Gu Yunshen, a tall man, stood aside and learned from her with great concentration. Song Wenzhou wanted to call her out, but he succeeded only after the aunt closed the lid.

"Yun Shen, are you planning to raise this ugly duckling you picked up?" Song Wenzhou sat on the mahogany chair in the study, pushing a detailed investigation document forward, "It was her who was in the hospital last time, right? She was in a hurry to use the hospital's connections."

Gu Yunshen frowned and grasped the point: "Uncle, what did you say ugly duckling? How can you say that about a girl?"

Song Wenzhou grinned: "Is it that you can't say that about girls or you can't say that about Zhang Xiaoying?"

Gu Yunshen: “No!”

"What's so ugly about her?!"

"Are you very beautiful?"

Okay, as Song Wenzhou expected, if he said one word that the clown duck was not, his nephew would attack him ten times.

He shrugged. "So? What's the answer?"

"I raise her. She is my friend."

"I'm willing to raise it, what's wrong?"

Song Wenzhou smiled: "Oh, friend."

Gu Yunshen only felt that his uncle's tone was strange, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. It was like there was a knot in his heart that he couldn't express. Gu Yunshen seemed to be trapped in a dead end. He asked, "If not friends, then what is it?"

What else could it be?

What else could it be?

His eyelashes drooped, and his silhouette trembled against his cold white skin, like a gray butterfly. As a child raised by the two huge families of Gu and Song, Gu Yunshen was naturally extremely outstanding, but he seemed to have encountered a huge problem at this moment.

It’s not that I can’t solve it, but I can’t understand the question clearly.

There was always something blocking his sight through the hazy fog.

As an elder, Song Wenzhou saw the crux of the problem at a glance. Gu Yunshen has a cheerful and active personality. Except for those people he is close to in his circle, he maintains friendly relationships with other classmates. Now he is twenty years old, and he spends his time either on his studies or on his hobbies. He has never thought much about relationships between men and women.

He had never fallen in love before, so he couldn't think of any other words to describe this kind of concern and care for a girl besides friendship.

For example, like.

Song Wenzhou didn't intend to point it out, it was better for people to discover such things on their own.

A ring rang in the room, and Gu Yunshen's troubled thoughts were interrupted by the caller note displayed on the phone screen: "It must be my father coming to question me..."

"I haven't done anything yet..."

Song Wenzhou was happy to watch the show: "Xiao Shen, please don't give your uncle away. I'm afraid of your father too."

Gu Yunshen didn't say anything: "Yeah."

He walked out to the balcony to answer the phone, and as expected, he was scolded. His father was an old cadre who hated abuse of power and privileged class divisions the most. Now his son broke into the police station under his name, which was really a slap in his face.

"I just went to look for someone. I didn't do anything." Gu Yunshen took the opportunity to explain.

Of course it's useless.

He was scolded for half an hour and left the balcony dejectedly.

Song Wenzhou asked, "You didn't give me away, did you?"

Gu Yunshen wilted: "No."

The next second, he changed the subject: "But Lao Gu should have guessed that it was you who sent me there."

Song Wenzhou was drinking water and coughed a few times: "Yes, I can understand it. These few years are crucial. Your father's position needs to be promoted. We can't let anything go wrong with you."

Gu Yunshen was not interested in political affairs: "He asked me to write a report on today's events and send it to him tomorrow."

Song Wenzhou: "It fits your father's style."

It was already evening when Hua Xia woke up again. She came out of the police station after daybreak and had slept for nearly twelve hours. The boy who had been waiting outside for who knows how long stood up when she opened the door.

"Are you awake?"

"It's just time for dinner and to take medicine."

Hua Xia nodded. Gu Yunshen stood still, his face flushed. She paused, then smiled and lowered her eyes: "Are you numb from squatting?"

"Yeah." The redness on Gu Yunshen's cheeks extended to his ears. He felt ashamed and very hot at the same time.

"I'll help you." Hua Xia curled her eyes, considering the little boy's self-esteem and not laughing out loud.

Gu Yun squatted for too long and stood up too quickly, his feet were so numb that he dared not move. He put his hands on the girl's thin shoulders. His first reaction was dizziness. He could easily embrace the girl with half the arm span of one hand, and by closing his elbows, he could surround the girl completely.

Realizing this, Gu Yunshen suddenly felt that he had been squatting for too long and his hands seemed to be a little weak.

"Can I leave?"

Gu Yunshen heard the question: "...Yes."

But he didn't move for a long time. Hua Xia supported him effortlessly, paused, and raised his face: "How about walking slowly?"

Gu Yunshen noticed the pair of glass-like eyes again, and for some reason he didn't dare to look at them for too long, because it seemed to make him... dazed...

"......Um."

A century passed, and the two of them were standing in the corridor, holding each other, motionless. Song Wenzhou downstairs watched them for a long time. Hua Xia caught a glimpse of the teasing in the latter's eyes, and she looked away as if she didn't see it, and turned to Gu Yunshen: "What now?"

Gu Yunshen was silent.

Gu Yunshen was speechless.

Gu Yunshen said: "I...seem to have been acupunctured."

Hua Xia blinked and said seriously: "How about I carry you down?"

She spoke slowly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes: "You know, I'm quite strong."

Gu Yunshen's enthusiasm subsided a little, and his handsome face was full of seriousness: "You are not in good health, don't say that next time. The doctor said that you can't overwork."

He remembered the old Chinese doctor's words clearly.

Gu Yunshen: "I feel better."