Zhong Family's home.
Living room.
Dong Xuebing was still worried when he went out to look for the medicine. He looked back at the bed and took out a box of Bamir from the plastic bag. He took out a bottle of Bamir and got some hot water. After that, he went to the kitchen to get a cup and mix it with a pair of chopsticks.
It smells like oranges.
This antipyretic smells quite nice.
Dong Xuebing returned to his room and entered the bedroom. He was surprised to see Zhong Lizhen lying on the bed without moving. He doesn't know if she had heard what Dong Xuebing said or was too uncomfortable to move, or she was choking on Dong Xuebing's words.
"Take your medicine."
"… ok."
"Be careful. It's hot."
"… ok."
Dong Xuebing sat on the bed and passed the cup to Zhong Lizhen.
Zhong Lizhen leaned against the headboard and took it. She gulped down the antipyretic in the bottle.
Dong Xuebing smiled and took back the empty cup. "Lie down with the blanket. I will see if there is anything else in the house. I will cook something for you."
"I am not hungry."
"You still need to eat. I am going to the kitchen. Don't get off the bed."
Dong Xuebing closed the door and went to the kitchen to check the fridge.
It's so clean. Other than a few eggs, there is nothing else in the fridge. Professor Zhong does not cook often, and she must be starving every day. Dong Xuebing shook his head and took out the bag of rice. Professor Zhong is having a fever and should not eat anything greasy. So, he washed the rice to make porridge for her.
Rice, cabbage, and eggs.
Just a simple egg porridge.
Ring … ring … ring … Dong Xuebing's phone rang.
It's Han Jing. "Xiao Bing, how is Lizhen?"
Dong Xuebing lowered the heat and replied. "She has a high fever of 38 degrees Celsius, but she is fine. Her throat is not inflamed, and there are no other symptoms. I had asked Professor Zhong to take her medicine, and I am cooking for her now."
"Is she still working?"
"She was working earlier, but I did not let her touch the PC. How can she carry on like this?"
"She … her mind is full of those studies. Sigh … I can't reprimand her. Xiao Bing, I will let you take care of your Aunt."
"Alright, I'll watch her sleep in the afternoon."
"My son-in-law is the best. He can help me with everything. But your injuries have just recovered, and you had been busy with Xiao Jing and Sun Kai. I am afraid you will be tired. Haha … if Huilan knows I am ordering her man around like this, she will complain to me."
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm a sturdy person. Hehe, I can't sit still at home."
"Well, thank you for your hard work. We have guests who haven't left yet. I can't leave now. If your dad comes back early, I'll go over for you."
"There's no need. You don't have to run so far. I'm here."
After hanging up, Dong Xuebing continued cooking the porridge. It's time to add the eggs.
…
Half an hour later.
It was past one in the afternoon.
Dong Xuebing walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge and knocked on the bedroom door with one hand. After that, he opened the door and entered the house. Professor Zhong was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were moving. She seems to be muttering some formulas. Dong Xuebing rolled his eyes. He knew Professor Zhong is calculating her data again, and it's mental calculations. But Professor Zhong is still lying on the bed, and Dong Xuebing can't say anything to her.
"The porridge is ready."
"… Ok."
"Drink it while it's hot."
Zhong Lizhen sat up. She might have woken up too fast, or she might be having a fever. Her body swayed, and she clutched her head.
Dong Xuebing quickly supported her back. "Look at you. You said you are fine. How can you call this fine? You can't even sit properly."
"Give me a pen and paper."
"Why do you need a pen and paper?"
"I need to write something. I had just calculated it."
"Ah … drink the porridge first, and we can talk after."
"I will forget about it after I finish it. Hurry up. It's in the drawer."
Dong Xuebing took out the drawer and passed it to Zhong Lizhen. He looked at Zhong Lizhen muttering some numbers under her breath and quickly wrote a long list of things in her notebook. There are mathematical symbols, physics terms, and many symbols that Dong Xuebing had never seen before. He doesn't even know what to write on it.
"Is it done?"
"Almost."
"The porridge is getting cold."
"It will be ready soon. Don't rush me!"
After a while, Zhong Lizhen put down the notes. She had finished writing.
Dong Xuebing is not happy. He confiscated all her notes and passed the bowl of porridge to her. "This is the last time. You are not allowed to work today!"
"I did not even touch the computer."
"You need to use your brain, and it will affect your recovery."
Zhong Lizhen ignored Dong Xuebing and continued to eat the porridge. At first, she was eating slowly, but after a few mouthfuls, she ate faster. She seems to be starving.
Dong Xuebing thought to himself. I thought you are not hungry?
"How is it?"
"Not bad."
"There is more in the pot. Let me get you another bowl."
"… Ok."
Dong Xuebing went to the kitchen to get her a bowl of porridge and a bowl for himself. He sat on the chair facing Professor Zhong and ate with her.
Zhong Lizhen looks at Dong Xuebing. "You did not eat when you came over?"
Dong Xuebing shook his head. "I heard from my mother that you are sick, so I drove over."
Professor Zhong paused for a second and swallowed another mouthful of porridge. "… Thank you."
Dong Xuebing waved his hand. "Don't thank me. I don't deserve it. You can have a good rest after eating the porridge."
"I will sleep. You can go back after eating."
"No. My mother asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Xiao Dong, I am not a kid. I don't need you to keep an eye on me."
"You are not a kid. You are more like a kid than a kid. Even a kid knows to rest when he is sick. But I don't think you know this."
"I had applied for leave for the past two days!"
"Even if you apply for leave, you are still working at home. What's the difference?"
"Alright. I can't be bothered to argue with you. You can keep an eye on me!"
After finishing the porridge, Professor Zhong threw the bowl of porridge on the table and got into bed. He turned his back to Dong Xuebing and closed his glasses.
Are you going to sleep?
Can you take off your white coat first?
Dong Xuebing looked at the porridge for a while and went to the kitchen to wash the pots and pans. When he came back, he listened on the bedroom door. There were no sounds coming from inside, but Dong Xuebing was still worried. He was afraid Professor Zhong was calculating some data secretly, so he pushed open the door and took out a mathematics book from the bookshelf. He sat on the chair and started reading.
Five minutes …
Ten minutes …
Zhong Lizhen opened her eyes and looked at Dong Xuebing. "What are you doing?"
"Read a book." Dong Xuebing is looking at her to monitor her sleep.
Zhong Lizhen said. "You are flipping through the pages, and I can't sleep. Go out and read."
Dong Xuebing nodded and put down the book. "It's fine. I will not read anymore. Just go and sleep. Don't mind me."
Zhong Lizhen covered her forehead and sighed. "I am afraid of you, alright? I am afraid of you. " Shaking her head, she sat up and lifted the blanket. She took off her white coat and threw it over the back of the chair. Then, she crawled back into the blanket and lay on the pillow with her eyes closed.
Dong Xuebing looked at her and walked over to pull the blanket over her left leg. He covered her leg with the blanket and covered her left shoulder. "Go to sleep. Just call me if you need anything."
No response.
Dong Xuebing did not mind and sat down to watch her for a while. After a while, he could hear Professor Zhong's breathing. Professor Zhong had fallen asleep. Dong Xuebing smiled and left the room. He closed the door and smoked on the windowsill.
What should I do?
The room is full of equipment and doesn't even have a TV.
There are many computers in the room. Let's see if there are any games.
After smoking, Dong Xuebing looked around the room. He did not dare to touch Professor Zhong's computer as he is afraid it might be damaged. So, he went to the master bedroom.
Inside.
Dong Xuebing found a chair and sat down before switching on the computer.
While waiting for the PC to boot up, Dong Xuebing's eyes fell on a small notebook. He picked up the notebook and flipped through it. He thought it is a notebook for Zhong Lizhen to calculate some data and did not expect her to understand it. That's why he flipped through it randomly.
But when he flipped to the middle of the page, he saw a sentence that shocked him.
March 3rd.
I have menstrual pain today. It's time to rest.
Dong Xuebing immediately reacted. This is Professor Zhong's diary?
He quickly threw the diary on the table and did not want to read it. After all, this is her privacy. But when he threw the diary, it jumped a few pages and stopped at the first few pages. Dong Xuebing reached over to close the diary. But when he took a glance at it, his hand stopped. It's because he saw his name!
Wrote about me?
What did she write about me?
He looked at the date. It's a few days after Dong Xuebing rescued Professor Zhong.
Zhong Lizhen's handwriting is hard but beautiful. She wrote: I had returned to China for a few days. I am not used to other things, but I masturbate more often. I want to quit, but why can't I? In the past, I only masturbate once or twice a month. But now … I had just finished last night, and before I woke up, I masturbated again. Did Dong Xuebing touch me all over on the plane? Is it related to this? Maybe. This is the first time I am touched by a man, although he is a child. Sigh … Sister Han is right. Maybe I should find a man to spend the rest of my life with.
After reading the diary, Dong Xuebing's heart was pounding. He quickly closes the diary and placed it back in its original position. He also switched off his computer.
Professor Zhong is also doing that?!
What the hell! I saw something I should not see!
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