Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 36 - Illness
Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Illness
Chapter 36 -36 Illness
In the estate, Shu Wan was enjoying her ice cream while taking a photo of the half-eaten dessert with her phone.
She logged onto the short video platform, habitually preparing to upload the picture.
But as soon as the app opened, a dense cluster of messages appeared.
Shu Wan was somewhat surprised; she clicked on her own profile and discovered that the singing video she had casually recorded the other day had now garnered over 700,000 likes.
Moreover, her account went from no followers to over 50,000 in just a few days, barely classifying her as a minor internet celebrity.
Shu Wan never expected so many people to like her because of a song; after a brief moment of joy, she returned to her usual composure.
She uploaded the photo she had just taken online, captioned, “Pretty tasty.”
Her post quickly attracted a lot of attention from her followers.
However, the focus wasn’t on the ice cream, but on Shu Wan’s hand.
Pale and delicate, slender and well-defined, it looked as if it were carved out of the finest quality jade, beautiful and exquisite like a piece of art.
[Alright, I can confirm now; the owner of this account must be a great beauty, beautiful sister, give me a hug.]
[Such a nice voice, and even the hands are so good-looking, honey, look at me!!
Honey, hug me!!]
[When will you share a photo with us?
My heart has been stolen by my wife, and I still don’t know what my wife looks like.]
The comments from the netizens came one after another, surprising Shu Wan.
Everyone seemed exceptionally enthusiastic, and their comments were quite interesting, though she didn’t quite understand this “wife” thing they were talking about.
Looking at the profile pictures, they were mostly young girls.
In her previous life, she had seen men with a fondness for male companionship and knew about the strong inclusivity of today’s times.
But for so many girls to like her was a bit preposterous for her.
Although she didn’t quite get it, since it was all over the internet and nobody could really do anything to her, and having had the experience of two lifetimes, she viewed these enthusiastic young girls as kids, so she didn’t take it to heart.
Shu Wan selectively responded to a few comments, which immediately sparked even greater enthusiasm.
“Looking at our wife’s previous posts, she shares so many snippets of life every day; can you share more in the future?
We love to see them.”
In this era, Shu Wan had no friends; now, through the internet, she had gained a group of followers who paid attention to her; naturally, she wouldn’t turn down their requests.
“Okay, I’ll try my best.”
After chatting with her fans for a while and reading a book for some time, Shu Wan felt sleepy and lay down on her bed for a nap.
Because she went to bed late and didn’t set an alarm, she didn’t wake up until it was nearly evening.
At that time, the housekeeper came to invite her downstairs for dinner, “Young Madam, just as you said, the Young Master has returned.”
“What is he doing?”
“He’s sitting downstairs.”
Shu Wan went downstairs and sure enough saw Fu Yang sitting on the sofa.
He was leaning back against the sofa, one foot resting on the table, the other on a skateboard.
He probably had come back after skateboarding; Fu Yang’s face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his silver-white hair, damp with sweat, stuck softly to his forehead.
He had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, his thin lips lightly pursed, and he didn’t look too good.
“Young Master, are you not feeling well?” Even the housekeeper noticed something was off.
Fu Yang opened his eyes and saw Shu Wan coming downstairs; he tried to appear relaxed and kicked away the skateboard at his feet, “I’m fine, very fine.
Is dinner ready?
I’m hungry.”
“It’s all prepared.”
Fu Yang didn’t wait for Shu Wan and went straight to the dining table and picked up his chopsticks.
But after only a couple of bites, Fu Yang threw down his chopsticks, uttering, “Disgustingly bad,” before heading upstairs.
Shu Wan glanced at his slightly hunched back and then turned to the housekeeper, “Have a driver on standby tonight.”
“Okay.”
Upstairs, Fu Yang walked back to his own bedroom with a calm demeanor, but as soon as the bedroom door closed behind him, he could no longer maintain his composure.
Fu Yang clutched at his stomach, emitting an uncomfortable grunt.
It felt as though numerous frozen threads were simultaneously tightening around his intestines and stomach, causing not only pain but also a rising sense of nausea.
Fu Yang lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep, thinking that once he fell asleep, he would not feel the stomach pain.
But under these circumstances, even falling asleep was difficult.
Fu Yang tossed and turned in bed for a long time.
Far from feeling sleepy, he only made his stomach churn even more uncomfortably.
Enduring the pain, Fu Yang sat up and opened the nightstand drawer, taking out a box of medicine.
He poured several pills into his mouth and washed them down with a drink, then lay back down on the bed.
As time passed, the medication began to take effect.
Despite his clear mind, he couldn’t fend off the overwhelming drowsiness that swept over him.
On the ceiling, the chandelier cast its pale glow throughout the room, shining on the medicine box Fu Yang had cast aside—clearly labeled “Do not exceed 2 pills per adult per dose.”
However, in his quest for a restful sleep, Fu Yang had swallowed seven or eight pills at once.
As night deepened, Shu Wan had been reading in the study after dinner.
When she began feeling sleepy, she put down her book and returned to her bedroom, and it was already past ten at night.
“Has Fu Yang come out?”
“No, not yet,” replied a servant respectfully.
Shu Wan glanced at the tightly closed door of Fu Yang’s room, her gaze slightly narrowed, “He hasn’t come out at all?”
“That’s right.”
Shu Wan felt something was amiss and walked to the door of Fu Yang’s bedroom.
Knowing that Fu Yang would not open the door no matter what happened, Shu Wan didn’t hesitate and kicked the door open directly.
She walked over to the bed, where Fu Yang was buried under the covers, sleeping, with half of his silver hair peeking out.
Shu Wan pulled back the blanket slightly, and Fu Yang’s flushed ears and cheeks appeared.
Seeing the unnatural redness, Shu Wan flipped back the covers and took Fu Yang’s wrist to check it, immediately furrowing her brow.
She didn’t know what Fu Yang had ingested to fall into such a deep coma.
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Shu Wan, skilled in medicine, still found herself baffled by many of the illnesses and drugs of this era; going to the hospital was the safest option.
“Yes.”
The servants said they were ready to carry Fu Yang down, but then they saw Shu Wan grab the blanket, wrap up Fu Yang, and carry him down herself.
In Shu Wan’s arms, a 180 cm, 60 kg man was no different from a large toy doll; she didn’t even seem out of breath, so everyone else simply withdrew their hands, which had been prepared to help.
Thanks to Shu Wan’s prior instructions, the driver delivered Fu Yang to the hospital in the shortest time possible.
The hospital quickly arranged treatment for Fu Yang.
By the time the nurses moved him to a regular ward, it was very late.
“Young Madam, why don’t you go back first?
We can take care of the Young Master,” they suggested.
Shu Wan waved her hand, “No need, you all go back.”
Shu Wan excelled at psychological tactics.
Sick people were more vulnerable, more susceptible to bonding, and now was her opportunity.
In her former life, Shu Wan had carved a path of survival amidst encirclement by cunning and wily powerholders; she did not consider herself a particularly benevolent person.
Her treatment of Fu Yang stemmed from her desire to leverage the Fu Family’s power to secure her footing in this era.
Thus, she purposely instigated Fu Yang’s competitive spirit, leading him to exacerbate his gastrointestinal problems until they became acute, all to create an opportunity for her to get closer to Fu Yang.
This was an effective tactic, one Shu Wan was well acquainted with.
However, at this moment, seeing Fu Yang’s pale face, stripped of his usual flamboyance and resembling a docile, vulnerable little creature, Shu Wan’s eyes flickered slightly.
She could have chosen not to harm Fu Yang’s body in this way.
