Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

104. Illness

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Honey, what name would we choose for our child?” The woman was sitting in bed and leaning against the man behind her, holding a baby in her arms.

Nan Chen was watching the family of three on the side.

“Hmm…” The man pondered and quoted the poem in ‘The Book of Songs’, “The spring when the peach blossom is in full bloom, is the time for a girl to get married. The peach blossom is burning, which is people’s expectation and wish for a happy marriage.”

“Dear, how about naming our son Zhuo Hua?”

“Okay,” the woman scratched the baby’s nose. “Little guy, Zhuo Hua will be your name in the future.”

The baby laughed happily as if he could understand his mother’s words.

“Our son really likes laughing.”

Good times didn’t last long, as the family was about to leave the hospital, Zhuo Hua suddenly had a high fever. He had to be moved to the inpatient department of Pediatrics.

Zhuo Hua had been having a high fever for three days and nights and got no better.

The pediatrician said, “If his fever hasn’t gone today, I’m afraid..”

Zhuo Feng and Fan Lei had their hearts in their mouths suddenly, and Nan Chen’s heart also skipped a beat.

The couple didn’t dare to close their eyes during these days and didn’t want to go back home; it was no use even if the housekeeper came to persuade them.

They didn’t have the time to deal with matters in the company, so both left them to their assistants.

Fortunately, the fever had been gone finally.

Shortly after he was discharged from the hospital, Zhuo Hua suddenly got a fever and was hospitalized again

Zhuo Hua was staying in the hospital over and over again like this.

The couple had enquired almost all the doctors who were famous at home and abroad, but they couldn’t find the cause of his illness.

They also found a few folk prescriptions like a drowning man would clutch at a straw, but it was all useless.

One day, a fortune teller passed by the ward and saw the child, saying that the child was always sick because he was haunted by an evil and that he couldn’t bear the obsession of the evil’s spirit.

The fortune teller was watching the air beside him while speaking. Only Nan Chen knew that this man was looking at him.

“Sir, what can we do?” As long as there was hope to cure their child’s disease, they would like to take the risk whether the man was a liar or not.

The fortune teller shook his head, “This evil spirit is incredibly powerful. Just follow the fate.” Then he went away.

Fan Lei fell down on the ground, while Zhuo Feng was calm on his face. However, his trembling hand still betrayed him.

Nan Chen looked at the child and his transparent hands.

‘Is it because of me…?’

But now he was bound by Zhuo Hua’s side and couldn’t leave him even if he wanted to.

The child on the bed was looking at Nan Chen, giggling.

Zhuo Hua grew up day by day. Initially, he could still see Nan Chen, but as he grew older, he gradually couldn’t see or remember Nan Chen.

Nan Chen was staying with Zhuo Hua every day, watching him enter the ICU every a few days. Zhuo Hua’s daily food was quantitative and the other energy that his body needed was to rely on infusion.

Nan Chen finally understood why Zhuo Hua had to eat every meal in Cultivation World because he could eat without fear and didn’t have to worry that his body could not stand.

‘If not, I don’t have a chance to put the juice of Tranquilizing Grass into his daily meals.’

As a child, Zhuo Hua also yearned for the outside world and wanted to go out to play with other children.

Once, Zhuo Feng took Zhuo Hua out to play for a while on Zhuo Hua’s birthday. Since Zhuo Hua had a memory, it was the happiest day for Zhuo Hua that Nan Chen had ever seen.

Afterwards, he was ill again by a bit of wind and admitted to the ICU.

From then on, Zhuo Hua’s actions were restricted in the ward.

After all, Zhuo Feng was a person who had fame and prestige. Even the ward, it was comparable to a room in a five-star hotel.