In the early morning, the villa halfway up the mountain was in complete chaos.

The moment Yu Sen returned to his body from the clock world, he felt something was wrong. Although he was lying in bed, it felt as if his body was endlessly falling into a bottomless abyss, weightless, with strange visions before his eyes—elongated beams of light, spreading dark circles, and even the surrounding voices seemed muffled, as if separated by a glass barrier, blurred and indistinguishable.

However, this time his condition wasn’t as dangerous as the last. The last time, he had returned half-dead from being tormented by Lance in the ancient castle. This time, it was a stomach illness that was amplified after entering the clock world. Although his digestive system was indeed weaker than before, it wasn’t life-threatening.

The real trouble was that he lost a lot of blood when he was cut by that mirror shard. The physical damage carried over to the real world, affecting his body in a different, pathological way.

Early in the morning, the doctors who were brought from home by Si Xuanyang nervously examined the person lying in bed. The initial diagnosis was hemorrhagic shock, not as severe as the last time but still requiring a blood transfusion.

But after a thorough examination, they found no external injuries and no apparent internal injuries either. How did he suddenly go into hemorrhagic shock?

Moreover, the man was fine just yesterday.

But when they voiced their questions, they were met with Si Xuanyang’s instantly cold and stern gaze. The room’s atmosphere dropped sharply, and the doctors fell silent, not daring to speak further.

…

When Yu Sen woke up, in a daze, he saw the nearly empty blood bag above him. The fine, aching pain in the back of his hand traveled through his delayed nerves to his brain, making him groan softly, “Mmm…”

“You’re awake? Finally!” Si Xuanyang’s joyful voice reached his ears. “How are you feeling, Ge?”

Yu Sen turned his head and saw Si Xuanyang’s anxious and haggard face, filled with worry for him. He softly said, “Not bad, just a little dizzy. Why do you look… so miserable? Have you been crying again?”

“Cry my ass, who cried?” Si Xuanyang retorted with a stern face, but his eyes involuntarily reddened. “You’ve been unconscious for a day and a night. The doctors said you were too weak after the blood loss.”

“Mm… I’m much better now.” Yu Sen was a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected to be out for so long. Si Xuanyang probably hadn’t eaten or slept well during this time, suffering terribly.

“What time is it?”

Si Xuanyang glanced at his phone. “It’s a little after eleven in the morning. I had someone prepare some porridge to nourish your stomach. It’s been kept warm so you can eat it whenever you wake up. Do you feel like eating now?”

Yu Sen glanced listlessly at the blood bag above him, feeling weak. He said softly, “I’ll eat after this bag is done. My hand hurts a lot.”

He hated intravenous drips. Maybe it was because of his immune system, but every time those liquids flowed into his body through the tubes and needles, his entire arm felt both painful and numb, as if fine needles were threading through his flesh.

A pained expression flashed in Si Xuanyang’s eyes. He knew Yu Sen didn’t like this and that he was suffering. The cold temperature of Yu Sen’s hand made Si Xuanyang’s heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife, but there was nothing better he could do.

This illness could only be treated slowly.

Gently stroking the bruises on Yu Sen’s hand, Si Xuanyang softened his voice, “Alright. And the yam and pork rib soup you keep asking for, along with beef soup—Aunt Zhang got up at five in the morning to start cooking them. I guarantee they’re full of flavor, good for your stomach…”

Yu Sen’s heart stirred, and he opened his eyes, interrupting him, “Yang Yang, don’t tell me you haven’t slept a wink all day and night?”

Si Xuanyang stared at him intently, “You didn’t wake up, so I didn’t dare sleep.”

“Why are you so stubborn!” Yu Sen grew anxious, “I warned you in advance not to worry! Look at the bloodshot eyes you have! Did you not eat either? Don’t tell me you haven’t even had a sip of water! You just stayed here like this?”

“Calm down, calm down,” Si Xuanyang frowned, holding down his hand that was about to lift, speaking calmly. “Why are you moving around? The doctors said you can’t exert yourself too much, or you’ll get dizzy easily.”

“I just moved a little, that doesn’t count as exertion…” Yu Sen sighed weakly. “I’m asking you, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me!”

“I heard you,” Si Xuanyang carefully checked the remaining blood in the bag. After instructing the nurse to come in and remove the needle, he finally responded slowly, “It’s just one night without sleep. I’ll sleep after lunch when you take your nap. Why are you so agitated?”

Yu Sen: “…”

He never expected that one day, he’d be called agitated by this hot-headed guy Si Xuanyang.

…

This time, when he woke up, the first thing Yu Sen felt was—dizziness.

The anemia lingered for a long time, costing Si Xuanyang a great deal of effort to nurse him back to the point where he could even do some light exercise.

Si Nan was worried about Yu Sen’s safety, but before entering the clock world, he was trapped in the Si family mansion. Naturally, when he woke up, he and Luo Yu woke up in the Si family mansion.

After trying everything, they finally escaped from his parents’ clutches and sneaked back to the villa on the mountainside.

But what they didn’t expect to find was Si Xuanyang’s extremely disdainful face.

Si Nan immediately burst into anger, “What about brotherhood? You actually want to kick me out! Si Xuanyang, don’t forget who’s to blame for me running for my life everywhere! Where’s your conscience? Your sense of justice?”

“Ugh!” Si Xuanyang gave him an irritated look, “Still talking about justice and conscience? If you bring mom over here, I’ll chop you into pieces and throw you into the sea to feed the sharks. Go look for justice and conscience in a shark’s belly.”

Si Nan, brimming with rage, was about to explode. But upon hearing those words, his anger suddenly evaporated. Thinking about how weak and frail Yu Sen was now, he realized Yu Sen couldn’t endure their mother’s “torture.”

“Then maybe… I should find somewhere else to stay?”

“No! You can’t leave!”

Before Si Xuanyang could speak, a miserable cry echoed from upstairs. Yu Sen, wrapped in a thin blanket, rushed out of the room on the second floor, clinging to the railing as he cried out pitifully, “You can’t leave, you can’t leave! Please save me, Si Si! Your brother is about to torture me to death! Help me!”

His posture and demeanor looked like he was born to master the art of throwing a tantrum.

Si Nan was startled. Detecting something unusual in his friend’s cry, he quickly put two and two together and glared angrily at Si Xuanyang, shouting, “Are you even human, Yang Yang!? Yu Ge is already so sick, and you still can’t control yourself!?”

Si Xuanyang: “???”

Yu Sen: “!!! Damn!”

“What dirty thoughts are you thinking about? My point is to tell him to stop making me eat red dates, pig liver, duck blood, and black fungus every day! Each one of those is on my blacklist! I’m going to throw up!”

^[1]Author’s Note:

Yu Ge’s illness in the next world is very obvious—anemia! See how gentle I am with him.