I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 125

Jiang Xidai’s illness came on with extraordinary speed, like a fierce wind sweeping through autumn grass.
Her body was now very uncomfortable, an experience she had never had before.
That group of people was still whispering around her, and in the end, they wanted to forcibly draw her blood. In a fit of anger—
She threw herself into Yan Huirou’s arms.
Yan Huirou was sitting in a wheelchair at that time, having been pushed over by Chen Cha’an.
Yan Huirou was pressed against the wheelchair in an uncomfortable position by Jiang Xidai. With great difficulty, she freed a hand and held her head. “It’ll be over soon. It’s okay, it’s okay…”
One of her hands was held by Yan Huirou, and Yan Huirou’s thumb was repeatedly stroking her wrist.
Only at this time would Jiang Xidai not move according to her own will.
After a great deal of sweaty effort, the medical staff finally managed to get the needle in.
The woman’s body was trembling slightly, it was unclear if it was from anger, or from the cold of the high fever.
It broke Yan Huirou’s heart.
Chen Cha’an also felt a little bad. “Hiss… after you recover, this aunt will take you to a star-rated restaurant.”
The blood test results came out, it was a viral infection.
By now, Jiang Xidai had no energy to make a fuss. Half-asleep, half-awake, she was lying in bed, pushed back to the room she used to share with Yan Huirou.
Her expression was listless, but she still reached out and clutched Yan Huirou’s sleeve. “Can you not let that group of quacks in?”
“They’re sticking that needle in me, pouring and drawing blood, and it doesn’t even feel any better. My hand just hurts. Find someone who can check a pulse.”
Yan Huirou: “There’s probably no one in the research center who can check a pulse like that. And we can’t go out yet.”
“What a wretched place,” the woman turned over, her murmur muffled in the quilt, sounding quite desperate.
“Without cultivation protecting my body, to be troubled by such an evil illness.”
“So embarrassing, I’ve been a powerhouse for many years.”
“If my old enemies knew I was so sick I couldn’t get up…”
“Just like that group of frail little weaklings.”
“Don’t think like that, everyone gets sick,” Yan Huirou interrupted her low mood. “At least, in this world.”
Jiang Xidai shrank a little into the quilt, her expression weary as she closed her eyes, looking very listless.
“What do you want to eat,” Yan Huirou asked from the side. “For dinner.”
She had thought she would say she had no appetite, but the person was still lying there listlessly, yet the names of the dishes came out of her mouth very quickly.
“Lava dark chocolate cake, raisin butter scones, French caramel tart, cinnamon apple pie, pumpkin egg tarts…”
“Don’t eat dessert when you’re sick,” Yan Huirou reminded her. “Drink more water, eat something light.”
“I’ll have milk tea,” she said, her voice as thin as a thread. “Remember, full sugar… with mochi and red beans. And milk foam if there is.”
“…”
Yan Huirou had a headache. “Who taught you to drink these things?”
She even knew the ingredients clearly, as if she had drunk it a thousand times.
“That little System.”
Yan Huirou thought to herself, as expected. She said nothing and questioned Jiang Xidai for a week, and as expected, there was nothing she could eat.
Jiang Xidai turned over, having been rejected many times, she seemed to be annoyed.
Knowing that she was not feeling well, and that her mood was also bad, Yan Huirou softened her voice and comforted her, “How about I make you a bowl of pumpkin soup? With a little sugar.”
Jiang Xidai lifted her eyelashes, then closed them again, not looking very interested.
She closed her eyes and rested. She didn’t know how much time had passed, nor where Yan Huirou had gone. She opened her eyes, feeling sleepy, and wanted to find her.
Her stomach was also a little hungry. Jiang Xidai had just frowned and was forcing herself to get out of bed when a spoonful of warm food was fed to her mouth.
Yan Huirou was feeding her pumpkin soup… but in Jiang Xidai’s eyes, that bowl of golden, milky paste was more like porridge.
Jiang Xidai lowered her eyes and strangely swallowed this mouthful of soup. She didn’t know what a pumpkin was, she had only had pumpkin egg tarts, but she couldn’t really taste anything.
But the pumpkin flavor of this bowl of porridge was very rich and sweet.
She chewed for a while. Because of the high fever, her mouth felt a little numb, as if it wasn’t on her face.
“This is… you made it?”
Yan Huirou: “How is it?”
Jiang Xidai frowned. “Your legs…”
Yan Huirou uncrossed her legs. She supported her body and stood up slowly for show. She was still a little shaky, and she couldn’t support herself for long. She quickly smiled again and sat down.
“It’s very simple, you don’t have to stand all the time.”
Jiang Xidai took the bowl and silently swallowed the last mouthful of pumpkin soup.
It was soft and delicious. Of course, because there was very little sugar, for Jiang Xidai’s picky palate, which had gotten used to all kinds of desserts recently, it was actually a bit too bland.
But upon careful tasting, it was different. Although the desserts made by that machine were good, after a few times, they always had the same flavor.
This bowl of pumpkin soup clearly had Yan Huirou’s familiar style, and it instantly made her feel exceptionally at ease.
It was hard for Jiang Xidai to describe. After all, style was not a taste, but a combination of flavors and impressions.
She savored it for a while, then put the empty bowl on the bedside table.
Yan Huirou’s eyes opened slightly.
Yan Huirou’s shoulder was encircled, tightened, and she was firmly buried in an embrace.
“I forgive you for not having a buff.”
Jiang Xidai pressed against her, feeling her whole body cool down a lot. She rubbed against Yan Huirou tightly, and perhaps it pressed against her stomach. She let out a small burp, and her whole body, along with Yan Huirou, jolted once.
She was not very clear-headed from the fever, but she smiled. This time, her heart was not sour. Perhaps because she had tasted a familiar flavor, she was very at ease, and her mood had clearly improved.
Yan Huirou was so hot she broke out in a thin layer of sweat, but thinking that her own lower body temperature might make her feel better, she didn’t move around.
Until late at night, Yan Huirou was woken up by the heat again.
She turned over, took a thermometer from the bedside table, and took Jiang Xidai’s temperature.
She didn’t know until she looked, and when she looked, she was shocked.
The red line had shot all the way to the top. 42℃ was probably not Jiang Xidai’s limit, but the thermometer’s.
No…
She was no longer just hot, but a little scalding.
Yan Huirou was anxious in her heart, not daring to be careless. She pressed the emergency button and gently patted Jiang Xidai awake. The woman sleepily asked, “What’s wrong?”
The medical department knew that they wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight—after all, this was a test subject from an alternate world, and she would always try to break through the limits of an ordinary person. She had a unique immune response to ordinary viruses, as rebellious as her curiosity.
The medical staff’s expression couldn’t help but become grim when they saw the astonishing 42℃.
A fever-reducing shot was forcibly administered, but the temperature didn’t drop much.
The lowest it successfully dropped to was 40℃, but it wasn’t long-lasting. Like a bent, resilient spring, it quickly bounced back, firmly staying at around 42℃.
“Won’t such a high temperature burn out her organs…” Chen Cha’an watched as the thermometer once again let out a sharp, explosive sound.
“Her body is quite special, and medicine for humans may not be effective.”
“Let’s observe for a while. Consider increasing the dosage a little.”
But they had used all kinds of methods, whether it was shots or physical cooling, but they were all useless and couldn’t slow down the high fever.
Yan Huirou watched as Jiang Xidai quieted down. Even when she was given a shot, she only trembled her eyelashes slightly and didn’t have much of a pained reaction.
How did it suddenly get like this?
Yan Huirou repeatedly went over the incubation period, not knowing which part of her time with Jiang Xidai had gone wrong.
She was now very self-blaming and couldn’t help but think, Was it that I didn’t change my clothes when I came back that day? Did I infect her? If something really happens to the Sect Master, what will I do…
Thinking like this, Yan Huirou’s heart became more and more flustered.
But she didn’t know what to do, so she could only take a wet cloth, dip it in water, and repeatedly wipe her forehead. The frequency was too high, and the meaning didn’t seem to be great, but it was more like a stereotyped behavior produced by a tense mood.
The cool, wetness rolled back and forth at the corner of her forehead.
What Yan Huirou didn’t know was.
When Jiang Xidai had a fever, she was actually having a colorful dream.
This dream was a bit strange.
Inside the Shasheng Sect, Jiang Xidai held a Crimson Illumination and stood on the luxurious Qionghua Hall.
And on the other side was a dirty little girl kneeling in a dungeon—her childhood self.
The woman holding the umbrella slowly walked over and looked at the pathetic little thing on the ground.
The little thing looked up, her face full of hostility, her killing intent almost tangibly stabbing at the newcomer.
Jiang Xidai raised an eyebrow and looked at her indifferently.
The ground swayed into a calm and familiar water mirror.
In the mirror, the woman holding the umbrella looked arrogant, and the child kneeling on the ground had a fierce face, each occupying a side.
Jiang Xidai looked at herself from many years ago. She stood where she was for a while, then slowly walked over.
The little girl trembled because of her approach, her hand secretly clenching a bent, embroidered piece of iron, which was stained with who knows how much old blood.
The woman under the umbrella lifted her wrist and reached out to the little girl.
“You…” the little girl panted heavily. “You’re living so happily now. Are you going to strangle me?”
“How could that be?”
Jiang Xidai curled her lips. “You are my past. Could it be that I still haven’t reconciled with the shadows of the past?”
“…” the little girl knelt on the ground but didn’t dare to take that hand. “I’m so dirty… when will I be able to see the light…”
“Keep living like you always have—what you’re waiting or hoping for will come. And when it does, know that it’s not just because of one person; your life has more meaning than that.”