Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Su Yuyan's fingers were still resting on the watch, not withdrawing them.

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled something.

"I'll give you one next time too."

"No need."

"What, you can accept what she gives you, but not what I give you?"

Have you ever seen someone wear two watches in public?

Su Yuyan lifted her head from the pillow, her hair a mess like a bird's nest.

"Then take off her piece and give me mine."

"Teacher Su, we are now in a cooperative relationship."

"Would a cooperative relationship involve sharing a bed?"

Jiang Fan didn't reply.

Su Yuyan stared at him for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Fine, I won't make things difficult for you."

She sat up in bed, pulled the bathrobe from the headboard and wrapped it around herself, then walked barefoot across the carpet toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed and brought up the system panel.

[Remaining lifespan: 43 days and 4 hours]

It looks much better than yesterday.

-

At nine o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Fan came out of the building on the Bund, his phone vibrated.

Li Cheng: "Shen Nian had a fever last night, 39.5 degrees Celsius. Zhou Yutong accompanied her to the hospital early this morning."

Jiang Fan stood by the roadside, his thumb hovering above the screen.

"When did it start burning?"

"Zhou Yutong said that when she arrived at around 10 p.m. last night, Shen Nian's face was burning red and she was already delirious."

Jiang Fan put away his phone, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to his studio.

Li Cheng sat in his office, two untouched cups of coffee on his desk, and four or five cigarette butts stuck in the ashtray.

"How is the situation?"

"Not good." Li Cheng handed over the screenshot of the diagnosis sent by Zhou Yutong.

"Acute pharyngitis, coupled with a weakened immune system. Shen Nian has been under a lot of mental stress for a long time, and her body was already exhausted. On top of that, she's been rehearsing like crazy lately..."

Jiang Fan glanced at the diagnostic report but didn't say anything.

Li Cheng leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face with both hands.

"The recording of 'The Voice of Heaven' will be in a week. The recovery period for acute pharyngitis is at least five to seven days, and you have to rest completely."

He counted on his fingers.

"Even in the best-case scenario, once I've fully recovered, there won't be enough time to rehearse."

The office was quiet for about ten seconds.

"The program schedule can't be changed either, what should we do?" Li Cheng asked.

Jiang Fan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Let her rest first. I'll think of something."

"What can you do? Even if Hua Tuo came, it wouldn't help. You can't rush a sore throat."

Jiang Fan ignored him, stood up, and walked towards his office.

Li Cheng shouted from behind, "Don't give me any of that mystical stuff!"

-

At noon, Shen Nian returned to her apartment after finishing her IV drip.

Zhou Yutong stayed by her side, taking her temperature every two hours.

At 3 p.m., the temperature dropped from 39.2 degrees to 38.5 degrees. The fever reducer had some effect, but I was still listless.

Zhou Yutong peeled a pear for her and cut it into small pieces. Shen Nian ate two pieces and then shook her head and refused to eat any more.

At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Fan finished work, went downstairs to the supermarket to buy a box of pears and a bag of rock sugar, and went straight up to the twenty-third floor.

Zhou Yutong opened the door.

Seeing Jiang Fan standing outside carrying his things, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Brother Fan, Sister Nian just fell asleep. Her voice is so hoarse she can't speak, and she winces in pain every time she coughs—"

"Okay, you go back first. I'll stay here tonight. Come back first thing tomorrow morning."

Zhou Yutong was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Fan, you..."

"Leave Nian-jie to me, you can go now."

Zhou Yutong opened her mouth, but in the end she picked up her bag.

The moment the door closed, Zhou Yutong's mind went completely 360 degrees.

Is Fan going to stay overnight at Nian's house?

She stood in the hallway, her hand unconsciously reaching for her phone in her pocket—

Zhou Yutong bit her lip as she entered the elevator, holding it in all the way until she left the community gate before finally taking out her phone to send a message to Li Cheng.

"Brother Li, Brother Fan said he'll stay with Sister Nian tonight, so he told me to go home first."

Li Cheng replied with an "Mm".

Ten seconds later, he sent another message: "Don't overthink it."

Zhou Yutong stared at those three words for a long time.

You told me not to overthink it, so how could I not overthink it?

-

Jiang Fan washed the pears, peeled and cored them, sliced ​​them thinly, put them in a pot, added rock sugar and water, and simmered them over low heat.

Twenty minutes later, the water in the pot was bubbling gently, and the pear soup was ready.

The color was a clear, bright yellow, and the sweetness of rock sugar mixed with the aroma of pears filled the entire room.

Jiang Fan filled a bowl, carried it, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Shen Nian lay on the bed with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.

Hearing the noise, she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing that it was Jiang Fan, she was taken aback at first, then pulled the blanket up to cover her collarbone.

"Why are you here?"

Her voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like her.

"Don't talk." Jiang Fan sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the bowl on the bedside table.

Shen Nian looked at him, then at the bowl of steaming pear water.

Her lips moved slightly, and her eyes slowly reddened.

"I……"

Shen Nian couldn't hold back her tears.

She turned her head away so that Jiang Fan couldn't see her face.

A small, dark water stain had seeped onto the pillowcase.

After more than ten seconds, she finally spoke, her voice broken and incoherent.

"There's only one week left before recording... and my voice is like this..."

She sniffed and wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand.

"Zhou Yutong told me that Li Cheng had been calling all morning to ask if the show could be postponed, but the production team disagreed."

She swallowed hard, the pain in her throat making her face contort in pain.

"Jiang Fan, I'm sorry. You paved such a good path for me, and I ruined it myself."

Jiang Fan picked up the pear juice from the bedside table.

"Don't think too much about it. Drink this bowl of pear juice first."

Shen Nian propped herself up and reached out to take the bowl.

Jiang Fan scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and blew on it.

"Your hands are shaking so much, don't spill it all over yourself. Open your mouth."

Shen Nian's face was already flushed, but it turned even redder now.

She hesitated for two seconds, then lowered her head, opened her mouth, and let Jiang Fan bring in the spoonful of pear juice.

The warm pear soup slid down my throat, soothing my dry and sore throat.

The pain hasn't completely disappeared, but I feel much better.

Shen Nian blinked.

"One more bite."

Jiang Fan scooped up another spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to the child.

I fed him a bowl of pear juice for about five or six minutes.

Shen Nian finished the last sip and leaned back against the pillow.

"Are you feeling better?"

Shen Nian nodded.

My throat is not as dry as before, but it still hurts to speak.

Jiang Fan collected the dishes, went outside to wash them, and took his temperature again; it was 38.3 degrees Celsius.

"Go back and rest, I can manage on my own."

"No need, I'll stay by your side today."

"Where will you sleep?"

There's a sofa outside.

Shen Nian didn't say anything more, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up slightly, which she quickly wiped away.

Jiang Fan tidied up the sofa in the living room, laid a thin blanket on it, and left the bedroom door slightly ajar.

-

It was past 11 p.m.

Jiang Fan lay on the sofa, barely able to fall asleep.

The sofa was too short, and it was uncomfortable to put my feet on the armrests.

He rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and glanced at the system panel.

[System notification: An S-level compatible target exists within a five-meter radius of the host.]

[Target's vital signs: Body temperature 38.3℃, heart rate slightly rapid, and abnormally active immune system.]

[Tip: Deep compatibility with the target organism can accelerate the repair of its immune system.]

Jiang Fan stared at the last line of text for two seconds.

His gaze shifted to the slightly ajar bedroom door.

A dim light shone through the crack in the door, and the outline of Shen Nian curled up in the quilt could be vaguely seen.

She was burned so badly, but she trusted him enough to let him stay.

Jiang Fan turned off the control panel.

At two o'clock in the morning, a slight coughing sound came from the bedroom.

Jiang Fan got up, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it in.

Shen Nian, still half asleep, took the drink, drank a couple of sips, and then fell asleep again.

When he went in again at four o'clock, Shen Nian had kicked off the blanket, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Jiang Fan wrung out a towel and wiped her forehead and neck.

Shen Nian snorted, her eyes still closed, and rubbed her head against the towel.

He pulled the blanket back up and went back to lie on the sofa.

I tossed and turned three times that night, barely getting any sleep.

-

It was past seven in the morning, and the sky was already bright.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Shen Nian's face.

She woke up.

The fever has subsided, but I still feel very weak.

She turned her head and noticed that the bedroom door was ajar.

Through that crack, you could see Jiang Fan on the living room sofa.

He lay sprawled on the obviously short sofa, one leg draped over the armrest, the other bent, in an extremely awkward position.

Shen Nian stared in that direction for a long time.

She remembered the bowl of pear water from last night.

Spoon by spoon, I blew on it to cool it down and fed it to her lips.

Shen Nian turned her gaze back to the ceiling, her eyes slightly moist.

She rolled over, intending to get out of bed to pour herself a glass of water.

My feet had barely touched the ground when I felt dizzy and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

The pressure in her bladder reminded her that there was a more pressing problem.

She looked down at herself—she had been sweating all night, and her pajamas were wrinkled and clung to her body, with the neckline loose.

She bit her lip, tugged at her collar, and stood up, holding onto the bedside table.

He had just taken a step when his legs buckled and his knee hit the bed frame.

With a "thump".

Jiang Fan on the sofa opened his eyes instantly.

He sat up and took three steps to the bedroom door.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Nian stood holding onto the bed frame, her expression complex.

"No...it's nothing." Her voice was still hoarse, a little better than yesterday, but speaking was still difficult.

Jiang Fan noticed that her face was unusually red.

"Is it still burning?"

"no."

"Then why is your face so red?"

Shen Nian turned her head away and muttered something under her breath.

Jiang Fan didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Shen Nian took a deep breath and lowered her voice.

"...I need to use the restroom."

The air was silent for about two seconds.

"My legs are weak, I can't walk," she added, her voice barely audible.

Jiang Fan glanced at her, then looked at the location of the bathroom.

"Shall I help you over there?"

Shen Nian's face turned from red to purple.

She gripped her collar tightly, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Jiang Fan walked over, put one hand on her waist, and grabbed her arm with the other, supporting her weight on his own.

Shen Nian's body stiffened.

Her pajamas were made of silk and were very thin.

Jiang Fan's hand rested on her waist through the fabric, the warmth of his palm seeping through, making her gasp.

"Let's go." Jiang Fan said without any extra expression.

The two of them moved to the bathroom doorway.

"I'll wait outside. Call me when you're done."

He turned around and took two steps, his back to the bathroom.

About a minute later.

"...Okay." The voice was barely audible.

Jiang Fan turned back and opened the door.

Shen Nian leaned against the sink. She had already washed her hands, tucked her hair behind her ears, and her face was still red.

Jiang Fan walked over and put his arm around her waist.

She put her hand on Jiang Fan's shoulder and used his strength to walk outside.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the sound of the combination lock clicking on the door.

The door was pushed open.

"Sister Nian, I'm here!"