It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

"You really have a fever? You were perfectly fine yesterday."

Susie scratched her head, a little puzzled: "I didn't get wet with cold water, and the blanket is thick and warm, so how did I get sick?"

It's not surprising that she has this question. After all, these days, it's difficult for people with poor health to grow up healthy, unlike modern times where there are so many opportunities to get sick frequently—after all, people who frequently get fevers have already passed away, and those who are less prone to illness are the ones who are less likely to get sick.

Even Newton, whose physical development was not ideal, was actually in good health. Otherwise, how could an ordinary person stay indoors all day doing research without getting sick?

After receiving Newton's personal confirmation, Li Cheng's brows furrowed tightly, like a tangled ball of yarn that could not be untangled.

Others may not know, but he knows that this is inextricably linked to him.

If I hadn't forgotten last night that Lavoisier was sleeping in the nearby room...

If I had been a little more restrained last night...

Would she still be lying in bed in pain, suffering from a fever, like she is now?

Perhaps we can't blame Li Cheng entirely, since he wasn't in control of the virus, but his actions undoubtedly bear a large part of the responsibility, or at least the primary responsibility.

"..."

Li Cheng silently gazed at the figure lying on the bed, and in that instant, countless complex emotions surged in his heart—guilt, unease, worry, and regret for what he had done.

Thus, the question raised 23 chapters ago about someone being sick can be considered retracted.

Who is sick?

Lavoisier.

How did you get sick?

She got sick from being angered by her scumbag boyfriend.

Chapter 237...Dad!

The more you try to hold back, the angrier you get.

Taking a step back only makes you feel like you're losing out.

The noise from Li Cheng's room continued until late at night before finally stopping. Lavoisier became increasingly frustrated, feeling a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow. Coupled with two days of poor rest and a weakened immune system, he actually... fell ill from anger.

In a daze, Lavoisier's sense of time was completely disrupted, and he was even unaware that it was already noon.

"Wake up, wake up."

A familiar voice rang in his ears. Lavoisier groggily tried to open his eyes, but his head was throbbing so badly that he gave up.

So she gripped the blanket tighter: "No... I want to sleep a little longer."

"It's not that I don't want you to sleep," the voice said again, revealing concern. "But you have a fever now, so it's best to eat something first, drink some hot water, and adjust your condition before continuing to rest."

Oh no, I have a fever?

Lavoisier's consciousness cleared up a bit, and she carefully examined the abnormalities and discomforts in her body: weakness in her hands and feet, soreness in her muscles all over her body, and a faint tingling sensation in the back of her head.

She weakly opened her eyes and saw the face of the culprit appear before her.

stare--

Lavoisier stared intently at Li Cheng, who was sitting by the bed, seemingly lost in thought.

She had expected to be furious, or at least a little angry, but seeing Li Cheng actually gave her a sense of relief, as if she no longer had to worry about anything, and even the pain in the back of her head was relieved.

It's probably because of my illness, but he's the one who caused my illness... Lavoisier thought with some contradiction.

When Li Cheng saw that Lavoisier had finally woken up, but was staring at him without saying a word, he worriedly reached out to touch her forehead to check her temperature.

Although the gesture was somewhat intimate, he did it with extra righteousness now that he was doing it in front of Newton—taking temperatures, you see, I'm just taking temperatures!

The rough back of the hand touched the soft forehead, and the heat spread and transferred between their skin, trying to maintain a balance between two very different individuals.

Hmm, it's a little hot, but it doesn't seem too serious.

After making the above judgment, Li Cheng directly asked how he felt: "How are you feeling now?"

"I have no energy, I don't want to move, and my head hurts a lot."

Lavoisier replied by grabbing Li Cheng's arm and trying to tuck him into his bed.

When people are sick, their emotions often become somewhat abnormal, such as an inexplicable increase in loneliness or a craving for physical contact and companionship. Moreover, Lavoisier was a girl, so it's perfectly understandable for her to act this way in front of someone she likes.

Li Cheng understood and didn't reject his girlfriend's playful teasing, but the problem was... Newton was right there watching! He saw everything clearly! Couldn't they have chosen a different occasion?!

He started frantically making eye contact, trying to bring the girl in front of him to her senses.

Unfortunately, Lavoisier only saw Li Cheng at that moment and completely ignored the big boss who was watching from the side.

Left with no other option, he could only ruthlessly try to pull his hand back. But Lavoisier not only didn't let go, but gripped his wrist even tighter, complaining, "It's just using my arm, why are you being so petty?"

Is this a matter of being petty or not? If there's no one else around, I'd let you hug me all night, but can I let you hug me now?

Fortunately, at that moment, Lavoisier noticed the unusual look in his eyes and realized that there were more than just the two of them in the room. Behind Li Cheng, Newton and Susie were also standing there.

The two men stared intently at her actions, a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Generally speaking, would a girl want to hug a boy's arm and tuck him into her blanket? Even if she's sick, it would be strange, unless the two are very close...

!!!

Realizing he might be exposed, Lavoisier hastily added a single word: "Dad!"

This connects the two sentences, which means: "It's just using my arm, why are you being so stingy, Dad?"

Li Cheng: ?

Newton: ?

Susie: ?

The three of them simultaneously raised a question mark and gave each other extremely strange looks.

What the heck is this "dad"?

However, Li Cheng quickly realized that Lavoisier might not want to reveal his identity, so he coughed twice and went along with it, reminding him, "Professor Lavoisier, you might be a little delirious. I'm not your father."

This explained Lavoisier's behavior earlier: the other person was delirious with fever and mistook him for a "father," hence the affectionate behavior. It definitely wasn't because the two had any special relationship! Absolutely not!

Lavoisier immediately "realized" his mistake, quickly released Li Cheng's wrist, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was a little confused just now and accidentally mistook him for someone else."

"fine."

Li Cheng accepted the apology very magnanimously.

Although this incident was a bit convoluted and almost exposed their identities as underground party members, it at least showed that Lavoisier's situation was not too serious, which made Li Cheng secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Newton then stepped forward, and Lavoisier tried to sit up, but was stopped.

"You can just lie down and rest." She put on the serious, cold face she usually wore when facing outsiders. "Don't let word get out and let others say that I didn't treat the guests well enough."

After all, in theory, Lavoisier was invited by Li Cheng to help with the work, so he was a business partner. Newton felt that he had to take good care of him.

You called your hospitality impeccable? Both of their illnesses are entirely your fault! You're the real culprit!

Li Cheng mentally groaned, then echoed, "Take good care of yourself."

“Yes, we must get better.” A hint of sadness appeared in Susie’s eyes. “My cousin once took off his clothes because he felt hot after working, and he ended up catching a cold and dying.”

Lavoisier was taken aback upon hearing this, but instead comforted him, saying, "Don't be sad, it's all in the past."

"Sad? I'm not sad."

Susie waved her hand and explained, "I don't know that cousin well, I've only met him a few times—but you must take good care of yourself. If someone close to me gets sick and dies, I will be really heartbroken."

"Why are you spouting nonsense if you're not even sad? You've even mentioned someone who passed away; is that something you should say in front of a sick person???"

Li Cheng immediately choked the man who was talking nonsense with a chop to the neck, and shooed him away, saying, "Go, go, go back to eat. You're no longer here. You're just causing trouble."

Judging that the food was getting cold, Susie reluctantly said, "Since we're already here, I'll stay a little longer..."

Newton glanced around the somewhat cramped room and, finding the three of them piled up together by the bed in an eyesore, ordered, "Susie, go back and eat. Don't disturb the patient's rest."

Susie: ?

You two, don't go too far! You really don't care about my opinion at all?

Seeing the two of them ganging up on Susie, Lavoisier couldn't help but smile.

Although I still have a bit of a headache, it feels really nice to have a few people around to chat and joke around when I'm sick. It's much more comfortable than being alone in a cold, empty room to recover.

Chapter 238 He doesn't even dare to touch his girlfriend's... Ugh!

What should I do if I have a fever but no medicine?

To be honest, it's quite troublesome, but fortunately Lavoisier's condition isn't too serious, so we can only try some physical cooling methods first.

"Go and get some hot water, and use a wrung-out hot towel to clean Professor Lavoisier's body."

Li Cheng directed the maid to begin the operation, while he himself consciously left the room. He also pulled the other two out under the pretext of preventing infection and allowing the patient to rest quietly.

Being sweaty can be very uncomfortable. Wiping yourself with a hot towel can greatly relieve the discomfort and also help to cool you down.

After being helped to wipe away the cold sweat from his body, Lavoisier did feel much better after lying back in bed, and his heavy body felt lighter—of course, this was just an illusion after cooling down and cleaning; if he dared to be reckless, he could expect his condition to worsen.

After the maid finished her task, another maid entered the room, carrying a tray with three different bowls of things.

A bowl of hot water—drink more hot water when you're sick; a bowl of oatmeal porridge—a little porridge to fill the stomach when you have a poor appetite; and finally, a bowl of Li's secret garlic extract—the same familiar recipe, the same familiar taste.

This is the limit of what Li Cheng can do; the rest is up to Lavoisier to overcome on his own.

As for Lavoisier, she understood and accepted the first two bowls of food, but the last bowl contained a strange yellow liquid that emitted a subtle, foul odor...

What is this bowl?

Lavoisier pinched his nose, revealing a very subtle expression.

For a moment, she even suspected that her previous actions had exposed her relationship with Li Cheng. Newton remained outwardly calm, but secretly instructed the maid to use a fecal extract to disgust her...

The maid answered honestly, "A miracle cure."

A miracle drug?

Is your miracle cure for illness made from dung extract? I've heard that people in the East Indies like to use cow dung to treat all sorts of illnesses, but why does Lincoln have such a strange custom?

Although the saying goes "when in Rome, do as the Romans do," Lavoisier could not accept this custom.

She gently pushed the third bowl away, politely declining, "No, no need. I feel fine; there's no need for special medicine."

The maid did not force Lavoisier to take the medicine, but she reported the situation truthfully.