A Maid's Survival Story in a Noble Family Mansion? Rich Landlords Are More Appealing.

Zhou Wenbo frowned, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still unfocused, and it took a while for his eyes to gradually focus.

He looked at the old servant of the Zhou family by the bed, then at the unfamiliar room around him, and finally his gaze fell on the figure in the corner.

Lin Wei stood there, a few steps away from the bed. When she saw that he was awake, she paused for a moment, then turned and left.

Zhou Wenbo opened her mouth, as if to say something, but she walked quickly and was out the door in the blink of an eye, leaving only one sentence floating in: "I'm going to tell my parents."

The old servant of the Zhou family was also overjoyed and cried, repeatedly shouting "God bless, God bless!" The room suddenly became lively, with footsteps and voices filling the air.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Wenbo stared at the doorway for a long time, then fell asleep again without saying a word.

The old servant of the Zhou family stayed by the bedside, checking his forehead every now and then. The fever had subsided a bit, but he was sleeping like a stone and couldn't be woken up no matter how much they called him.

The person Lin's father had sent to fetch a doctor hadn't returned yet. The people in the room looked at each other, their hearts still pounding with anxiety.

Wang Yanning and Lin Lang are both much better. Although Lin Lang still can't get up and is still listless, his complexion is much better than it was yesterday.

After a good night's sleep, Wang Yanning recovered even better. Apart from still being a little pale, she seemed to be fine.

Chen Wanxing brought over the porridge and watched him drink it down, and only then did she feel half relieved.

The other half hangs in the balance with Zhou Wenbo.

Around noon, the servant who had gone to fetch the doctor finally returned with an old man carrying a medicine box.

The man had gray hair, but his steps were not slow. Lin's father went up to him and explained the situation in a few words. The old man nodded and went to see Zhou Wenbo first.

After taking his pulse, examining his eyelids, and checking his tongue, the old man stood up, stroked his beard, and said, "It's nothing serious. The fever has gone down. He's just too weak. He'll be fine after a few more days of rest. The medicine he used before was effective, so he can continue taking it."

The old servant of the Zhou family was so happy that he almost knelt down and thanked him repeatedly.

The old man then went to see Lin Lang and Wang Yanning, and prescribed several treatments for each of them. He glanced at the medicinal herbs that Chen Wanxing had prepared, nodded, and said that this would be enough. He told them to take the prescriptions and rest for about half a month, and they would be fully recovered.

After seeing the doctor off, the tension that had been building up inside for days finally eased.

Zhou Wenbo woke up in the afternoon.

This time he was truly awake. He opened his eyes, his lips moved, and his voice was hoarse: "...water."

Lin Wei hurriedly poured water over, feeding him while muttering, "You're finally awake, you scared me to death..."

Zhou Wenbo drank a few sips of water to calm himself down, then looked around the room before slowly recognizing where he was.

People outside heard the commotion and footsteps began to sound. The old servant of the Zhou family brought in the freshly brewed medicine. When he saw that it was indeed his young master who had woken up, he was so happy that he burst into tears and almost dropped the medicine bowl. Then, Lin's father, Wang Yanning, Chen Wanxing and the others also came in.

Zhou Wenbo's gaze passed over them and landed on Wang Yanning, who was the last to enter.

If it weren't for him, given his already confused state, lack of water, and lying on the cold ground for another day, he would have surely died by now, and might not have even made it to the examination hall.

Wang Yanning was standing at the door, wearing an outer robe, her face still pale, and she didn't look much better than Zhou Wenbo.

He leaned against the door frame and nodded when he saw Zhou Wenbo looking over, as if to say hello. But when Zhou Wenbo looked at him, he suddenly propped himself up to sit up.

With this movement, he swayed, his head spun, his vision blurred, and his body went limp and he fell to the side.

Luckily, Lin Wei reacted quickly, grabbing his arm and steadying him before he fell off the bed. "Don't move!"

Lin Wei's voice was a little urgent, and she was still gripping his arm tightly.

Zhou Wenbo took a deep breath, steadied himself, nodded to her, and then, supporting himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, slowly moved his legs down, trying to stand up.

"Young Master," the old servant of the Zhou family hurriedly went to help him, "What are you doing? You're still weak—"

Zhou Wenbo, supported by his servant, slowly stood up. He was unsteady on his feet, swaying violently, his knees trembling, but he managed to hold on.

He held onto the bedpost and moved step by step toward the door, each step seeming to exhaust all his strength, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, but he didn't stop.

The people in the room were stunned. For a moment, no one stepped forward to stop him. He only stopped when he walked up to Wang Yanning.

He was half a head shorter than Wang Yanning, and now, bent over, he looked even shorter. Zhou Wenbo spoke, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against his throat:

"Wang Yanning, thank you. You saved my life, Zhou Wenbo."

As he spoke, he bent down, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply. The bow was so deep that his whole body trembled. He felt relieved, but even more so, he was filled with lingering fear.

Everyone in the courtyard understood by now, and Lin Wei, standing to the side, immediately had tears in her eyes.

The old servant of the Zhou family also covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face. His young master was in such a dangerous situation this time. If something happened to his young master, he would not live either.

Wang Yanning stood there and reached out to support his arm the moment he bent over, helping him up.

"Alright, you can't even stand properly, what's with the bowing? We're friends, aren't we?"

Zhou Wenbo looked at him and smiled brightly. "Yes," he said, his voice hoarse, but something was different in his tone. "We are friends."

That evening, a few people sat down together and had a meal.

It was called a meal, but it was really just porridge and light side dishes. The doctor had instructed that this was the only food they could eat for the next few days. But with everyone sitting around the table, the dim lighting, and the steaming bowls of porridge being served, even these simple dishes looked a little more delicious.

After Lin's father and the others had finished eating, they put down their chopsticks, cleared their throats, and began to speak:

"I've been away for a while now, and there's a lot of stuff waiting for me at home. Now that the rest of them have finished their exams and seen the doctor, they're all fine, so I'll head back first."

After finishing his sentence, Lin's father looked at Wang Yanning and Zhou Wenbo, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Yanning, Wenbo, and Lang'er, all three of you should take good care of yourselves first. Don't rush back, otherwise the journey will be tiring and you'll suffer."

All three agreed. Chen Wanxing listened from the side and suddenly remembered that this person had mentioned it that morning, but she had firmly refused. She turned to look at Wang Yanning.

He originally planned to go back as soon as he finished the exam. He had told her this, saying that he would leave after the exam and go back to Ruyang to wait for the results. Chen Wanxing agreed at the time.

But given his current state—his face was still pale, he was still weak, and he needed to catch his breath even after drinking a bowl of porridge—how could she possibly let him endure such a long and arduous journey?

Before she could speak, Wang Yanning seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her.

The two exchanged a glance. Chen Wanxing didn't say anything, but the meaning in her eyes was clear: don't even think about it.

Wang Yanning was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly and did not refute.

"Don't worry, Dad, I never planned to go back at this time anyway, and besides, I still have to wait for the results to be released."

Zhou Wenbo leaned against the bed and weakly replied, "Needless to say, in this state, I can't go back even if I wanted to."

Everyone laughed at his mournful tone, but Zhou Wenbo added:

"By the way, Uncle Lin, please don't tell my parents about my illness when you go back. I've already pulled through, and even if they knew now, it wouldn't help; it would only cause them more worry."