The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

Hua Tuo said nothing, went straight to the bedside, and unwrapped the bandages from the injured leg. When the charred, twisted, and bloodied leg was exposed to the air, the several military doctors present couldn't help but turn their heads away. Hua Tuo, however, seemed oblivious to the stench. He bent down and gently pressed and examined the leg with his fingers, his expression focused.

"Seven or eight bones were broken, much of the skin and flesh was charred and necrotic, and the meridians were also damaged." He stood up, his tone calm.

Cao Cao's heart leaped into his throat: "Sir, is there any hope?"

"There is hope." Hua Tuo spoke sparingly, "but it requires a sharp blade to scrape away the rotten bone and then put the broken bones back in place. The process will be excruciatingly painful. We need to find a secluded place and prepare strong liquor, a sharp blade, and some anesthetic."

"Mafeisan?"

"A kind of herbal decoction made by ordinary people can temporarily make patients lose consciousness in order to facilitate treatment."

Cao Cao was both surprised and delighted, and his respect for the seemingly ordinary doctor grew even stronger. With hope for Xia Tudun's recovery, he immediately thought of another matter.

"Sir, your skills are truly miraculous. I have another request. There is a strategist in my army, young and frail. He recently exhausted himself due to excessive worry, and his health has not improved. I humbly request that you come and examine him."

As the saying goes, whether you're herding one sheep or two, it's all the same, so Hua Tuo readily agreed.

When Hua Tuo entered the room, the first thing he saw was not the patient in the bed, but Guo Jia, who was standing by the bedside. Guo Jia was holding a book and reading to the person in bed in a casual manner, his voice carrying a deliberate laziness.

Xun Hao leaned against the headboard, covered with a thick blanket, holding a hand warmer in his hands, and was getting drowsy listening to the music.

Hua Tuo stepped forward and placed two fingers on Xun Hao's wrist. He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the faint pulse. After a long while, he opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

"How strange! How bizarre!"

"Sir, what is his condition?" Guo Jia put down his book and hurriedly asked.

"This young master's pulse is weak as a thread, and his internal organs are all deficient, as if half the oil has been forcibly drained from an oil lamp." Hua Tuo looked at Xun Hao with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "This is definitely not just ordinary overthinking. It seems more like... damage to the soul, a fundamental injury."

Guo Jia's heart skipped a beat. "Is there... any cure?"

"It can be cured," Hua Tuo pondered for a moment, "but this kind of deficiency cannot be replenished by medicine. Medicine can only strengthen the foundation and regulate the internal organs. The real key lies in 'nourishment.' Absolute rest is required, and no more mental or physical exertion is necessary."

He wrote down a prescription, handed it to Guo Jia, and carefully instructed him: "The patient needs to rest quietly and should be protected from wind and cold. Mr. Guo has just returned from outside, and he may still be carrying some dust and cold air on him, so it is not advisable for him to stay near you for long. Letting the patient sleep more is the key to recovery. If you truly care about him, then let him sleep well on his own."

Guo Jia held Hua Tuo's prescription as if it were a priceless treasure. He completely transformed into Xun Hao's guardian angel of health, meticulously following the doctor's orders.

Xun Yu wanted to discuss political affairs again, but was blocked at the courtyard gate by him: "Master Hua Tuo said that Yan Ruo needs to recuperate quietly and should not receive guests."

Cao Cao sent someone to deliver an official document, but he stopped him, saying, "Master Hua Tuo said that Yan should not be troubled, so I will handle the document for him."

Even he himself became one of those "isolated".

Xun Hao slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up, the room was empty. He waited for a long time before he saw Guo Jia's figure appear outside the window.

"Awake?" Guo Jia smiled at him through the window. "The weather is nice today. I had the servants open the window a crack to let some fresh air in."

Xun Hao: "..."

At dinner time, Guo Jia brought in a bowl of medicine, but three steps away from the bed, there was a semi-transparent gauze screen.

"Master Hua Tuo said that I have a cold from the wind since I came back from outside, so it's better for you to stay away from me." Guo Jia's voice sounded somewhat faint through the screen. "The medicine is no longer hot, so you can drink it yourself."

Xun Hao looked at the bowl of dark medicine, then at the blurry figure behind the screen, and cursed Hua Tuo eight hundred times in his heart.

The power bank is so far away, the signal is so weak it's practically nonexistent. How am I supposed to charge it? Do I have to rely on my willpower?

He knew Guo Jia meant well, and was even somewhat blinded by concern. But this kind of good intention was deadly to him.

So, after his health improved a little, he started to have crooked ideas.

That night, a fierce wind howled and thunder rumbled. Guo Jia had just lain down in his room when he heard a muffled cough coming from next door, mixed with a barely audible gasp.

His heart tightened, and he immediately jumped out of bed, threw on his coat, and rushed over.

Pushing open the door, he saw Xun Hao half-sitting on the bed, wearing only a thin undergarment, the blanket lying on the floor. In the light of the lightning outside the window, he saw that Xun Hao's face was frighteningly pale, and his body was trembling slightly.

"What's wrong?" Guo Jia stepped forward, picked up the blanket and covered him up, then reached out to feel his forehead. Thankfully, he no longer had a fever.

"Thunder..." Xun Hao's voice trembled slightly as he grabbed Guo Jia's arm as if it were a lifeline. "I'm scared."

Guo Jia stopped moving.

Looking into Xun Hao's eyes, which were filled with terror, he was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Afraid of thunder?

Kid, do you think this is the first time I've met you? You weren't afraid of thunder for the first seven or eight years, but you suddenly changed after coming to Dongjun?

Guo Jia wanted to laugh, but looking at the other person's pale face, he couldn't. He knew that this heartless brat was probably acting again. But the way he looked so sickly was so convincing that even though he knew it was fake, he couldn't bring himself to expose him.

"Alright, you're a grown man, why are you still afraid of this?" Guo Jia complained, but he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the person closer to him. "Sleep, I'll stay here with you."

Xun Hao obediently leaned against him, a triumphant smile curving his lips from an angle unseen by anyone.

He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar and warm "power source" finally reconnected, and the lost "power" was slowly recovering at a much faster pace than before.

Outside the window, the thunder continued.

Guo Jia looked down at the person in his arms whose breathing had quickly stabilized, and shook his head helplessly.

He muttered under his breath, "A guy who could pry a mountain off and smash it down is telling me he's afraid of thunder..."

Even so, he did not leave tonight.

Such "accidents" kept happening one after another. He would have nightmares in the middle of the night or feel a tightness in his chest. Guo Jia knew it was a trap, but he could only move from his own room to Xun Hao's room again and again, until finally he simply made his home on Xun Hao's soft couch.

A few days later, Xun Hao looked at Guo Jia, who was full of energy and even looked better than before, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy. The system said that "charging" wouldn't deplete Guo Jia's physical strength, but would actually benefit him. However, this was something he had never heard of before, and Xun Hao was still worried.