In the middle of the night, Zhao Ting suddenly woke up. It wasn’t just his consciousness that awoke, but his consciousness finally synced with his body. After lying down for so many days, his body seemed alien to him—soft and lacking any strength. "Yaoyao." Fortunately, he could still make sounds. Zhao Ting called for Meng Yao. Meng Yao was a light sleeper, and she woke up immediately. However, she thought she was having a hallucination because she wanted Zhao Ting to wake up so badly, so she didn’t respond. Zhao Ting called out again. This time Meng Yao responded. She threw on some clothes, sat up, pulled out a fire starter, blew it, and lit the lamp. "You’re awake?" Meng Yao asked while feeling Zhao Ting’s pulse. "The poison hasn’t completely cleared. Check what medicine you need, and I’ll ask Gao Shan to buy it tomorrow." "Okay," Zhao Ting agreed. "Do you want some water or need to relieve yourself?" Meng Yao asked again. "Neither," Zhao Ting replied. Meng Yao yawned. "Then I’ll keep sleeping. I’m really tired." "Okay," Zhao Ting said. Zhao Ting exerted a lot of energy to sit up, pulling out the tube from his nose. During his unconscious state, he didn’t feel anything, but now, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He slowly moved his legs to hang off the edge of the bed, not daring to stand up straight away. He moved to the head of the bed, leaned against the wall, and slowly stood up. He really overestimated himself. Even with the support of the wall, he fell. Heavily, he fell to the ground. "If you’re not relieving yourself and not drinking water, why did you get up?" Meng Yao said helplessly as she got up. "You don’t know how long you’ve been lying there? Although you haven’t starved, the food you ate can’t compare to normal meals. Can you expect to have strength?" Zhao Ting was helped up. "It’s just I’ve been lying down for too long..." "Go to sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, I’ll help you walk a bit," Meng Yao said. So Zhao Ting lay down obediently again. They didn’t speak anymore that night. When Meng Yao opened her eyes, Zhao Ting was already awake. Meng Yao dressed herself, scooped warm water from the jug on the stove, dampened a cloth, and handed it to Zhao Ting, "Wipe your face." She gave him a bowl of salt water and told him to rinse his mouth. "We don’t have a toothbrush, so wrap some cotton cloth around your finger and clean your mouth." Zhao Ting followed each instruction. Afterward, Meng Yao helped Zhao Ting to get out of bed. He walked back and forth in the room a dozen times, finally feeling a bit of strength return to his legs. He nodded towards Meng Yao, "About right." Meng Yao let go, and though Zhao Ting still walked slowly, he at least managed not to fall while supporting himself with the walls and furniture. "I’ll take a walk in the yard." After tidying up inside, Meng Yao washed rice and started cooking. "Oh, nephew, you’ve woken up?" Aunt Gao exclaimed, standing outside by the bamboo fence with a basket. "Aunt Gao, right? Thanks to you and your family for taking care of us these days. I’m deeply grateful," Zhao Ting said. "Hey, you live in our village now. Helping out is nothing," Aunt Gao said. "I brought Yaoyao some vegetables. These young spinach are freshly picked. Just blanch them and they’ll be great with rice." "Thank you, Aunt Gao." Meng Yao came out from the kitchen and took the basket from Aunt Gao. "I mean, how did you end up waking up?" Aunt Gao mumbled. She realized her mistake as soon as she spoke and hurriedly corrected herself, "I mean, it’s good you’re awake. With you awake, Yaoyao won’t be so worn out. My food is still on the stove, so I’m heading back now." Meng Yao walked a few steps to see her off and then returned. "What kind of person is that! Hopes for me to be in a coma?" Zhao Ting said speechlessly. Meng Yao gave Zhao Ting a thoughtful look, "You knew she was Aunt Gao?" "Of course," Zhao Ting said without thinking. Then, he realized something was off. But Meng Yao didn’t give him the chance to justify himself. "So, you could hear sounds from the outside while you were unconscious?" Meng Yao asked meaningfully. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Yeah, I could hear some," he replied. Meng Yao gave Zhao Ting a sly look, "Keep fabricating, continue." "I could hear a lot." Meng Yao kept staring at him. "I could hear everything." "So, you heard everything I said?" Meng Yao asked. "Unless I was asleep, I heard it all. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it secret for you," Zhao Ting promised. "Only a dead person can keep secrets." "Well, I’ve revealed my secret to you too." "Nothing to be afraid of. Isn’t it about the same between us? I’m just genuinely curious," Zhao Ting said. "In your place, can people fly in the sky? Tell me, how do they fly?" Zhao Ting asked a lot of questions. Meng Yao rolled her eyes and didn’t answer any. She went straight back to the kitchen to continue cooking. After eating, Meng Yao had Zhao Ting dictate the prescription. She wrote it down using coal on a sheet of paper, then took the prescription to the Gao Family, asking Gao Shan to get the medicine. She was caught by Aunt Gao for quite a while, finally breaking free. Aunt Gao was quite straightforward. She said now that he’s woken up, Zhao Ting’s health isn’t great, and he’d probably be frail in the future, so Meng Yao would still have a hard time. She hoped that Meng Yao had thought it through. "How long until you’re better?" Meng Yao asked Zhao Ting. "This poison is tricky; it’ll take ten days to half a month," Zhao Ting replied. Meng Yao frowned—it would still take this long, huh. "The poison is quite aggressive, and it wasn’t extracted immediately, so..." Zhao Ting sighed, "If you’re eager to leave, you can go first. I can take care of myself." Why did that sound bitter to her? "Anyway, as long as I don’t die, suffering is just suffering. I’m a big man..." Meng Yao glanced at him, "Alright." Zhao Ting was dumbfounded. "Yaoyao, how can you leave me ?" "Didn’t you say you could take care of yourself? If you can take care of yourself, what’s the point of me staying?" Meng Yao rolled her eyes at him. "Ouch, my heart, it hurts so much," Zhao Ting clutched his chest, feigning pain. "Fake," Meng Yao said. "Yaoyao, everyone in the village knows we’re a couple. If you run off , it’ll hurt your reputation," Zhao Ting said cheekily. "Reputation? I don’t care," Meng Yao shrugged indifferently. "You’ve seen and touched everything, you should take responsibility for me, right? If you leave me now, when I meet my kids in the future, I’ll definitely tell them you’re heartless," Zhao Ting decided to play a rogue. Meng Yao tried hard not to laugh. "Is this your true nature?" Meng Yao asked thoughtfully, "So childish? Do you think you’re a three-year-old kid?" Zhao Ting was embarrassed, "I, I..." Meng Yao spooned out the porridge she had made and let it cool, then stirred the batter and made pancakes. Once finished, she called Zhao Ting, "Hurry up and eat." Zhao Ting ate obediently, then eagerly offered to help Meng Yao clean the dishes. "You’re not fully recovered, take a rest," Meng Yao said. "I won’t really ask you to do things. Don’t worry, you got injured to save me, I won’t truly leave you. But you..." Zhao Ting instinctively understood what she meant: you’re really clumsy.