C3 Chapter 3

Lu Shaoling looked at the sky speechlessly. How had this person been living these past two days?

He could only put her on the sofa and immediately call the family doctor to ask her to come over.

After making the call, he went to throw all the blankets on the bed into the toilet. Then, he took out a new set from the cabinet and carried Lin Mu to the bed.

He went down to the first floor and brought the medicine box up to disinfect his forehead but did not want to touch it. Only then did Lu Shaoling realize that he had a fever.

He took out the thermometer and took his temperature.

"Alas! How have you been these past two days? How can you be like this?"

Lu Shaoling never thought that part of the reason was because of Lin Mu.

Just as he cleaned his forehead and was about to check the thermometer, the doorbell rang. He immediately went downstairs to open the door.

"Young Master Lu, are you not feeling well?" Wasn't he fine when he opened the door? Why was he sick? Lee Jiajian kept staring at him.

"It's not me. Hurry up."

Lee Jiajian saw that he was walking upstairs in a hurry, so he quickly followed him.

"Help me take a look at him. I think he has a fever. His forehead is very hot."

Lee Jiajian looked at the person on the bed in shock. It was not a woman, but a man.

"Hurry up!" Lu Shaoling urged him anxiously.

"Okay."

Lee Jiajian sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead. Sure enough, it was very hot.

"I took his temperature. It's under his armpit."

Lee Jiajian stopped looking for the thermometer when he heard that. Instead, he reached into his clothes and took the thermometer.

"Let me..."

Why did he feel uncomfortable when someone else's man touched him?

"Oh my god, let me give him a drip."

Lee Jiajian was shocked when he finished looking at the thermometer. He had a high fever! Moreover, judging from the situation, it was probably not a day or two.

"How much is it?"

Lee Jiajian did not say anything. Instead, he threw the thermometer to him.

"40... 40... maxed out?"

He was stunned at first, then his entire face frowned.

Did this man not know how to take care of himself? Did he not want to live anymore after paying off his debt? Thinking about it, Lu Shaoling's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"Will he have any sequelae?" He had heard that people with high fever would have their brains fried. He didn't want a fool.

"We'll know when he wakes up. I think he has been having a fever for two days!"

Lee Jiajian hung the IV drip on the bedside and inserted the needle.

"Young Master Lu, can you turn on the light? His blood vessels are too thin. I can't find them at all."

Moreover, he was too thin. His hands were too weak. He had no flesh, no flesh, and no blood vessels. He really didn't know how Master Lu kept him.

When the light was turned on, the light was still the same. It was the same as not turning on the light. Lee Jiajian was at a loss.

"Use this." Lu Shaoling took out his phone and turned on the flashlight. He shone it on Lin Mu's hand and let Lee Jiajian inject him.

It was not easy for him to finish the injection. Lu Shaoling looked up at him and found that he was covered in sweat.

"Does it hurt?"

Lee Jiajian also looked over and reached out to open his sleeping eyes.

"He's having a nightmare! It's fine, Young Master Lu. Do you need me to wipe it for him?"

He took out an anti-fever note from the medicine box and placed it on his forehead. He looked at his thin face and suddenly realized that this man was actually quite handsome.

"No need. Go and buy me some porridge."

After sending Lee Jiajian out, he returned to his room and found a plate to wipe his sweat with a towel.

At first, Lin Mu only felt very hot. It was as if he had run in the desert for dozens of meters without drinking water.

After a while, he felt so cold. It was as if he was going to Antarctica.

Soon, he felt that he had returned to the bad times in his previous life. Not long after, he seemed to have returned to the time when his parents were still alive.

He wanted to tell his parents how tired he was and how scared he was, but before he could say anything else, he found himself back in the prison where he had been imprisoned by Lu Shaoling.

Every day, he had to serve him in bed. Every day, his posture was different, and he was strong. He forced him to wear no clothes all day long.

He even saw Lu Shaoling getting tired of him and buying him into Jinhua to be a duck. He made those people play with him in front of so many people.

No.

He didn't want it.

But why couldn't he shout?

He hated it so much!

He hated those people who touched his body. He hated Lu Shaoling. Why did they destroy him?

The scene changed. Lin Mu saw Lu Shaoling holding Lin Lin, the bitch, and whispering in her ear.

He walked up to them and wanted to slap them twice, but Lu Shaoling's men pulled him back. They ripped his clothes in front of Lu Shaoling and Lin Lin, the bitch.

He kept screaming, begging Lu Shaoling to let him go, but the man kept carrying Lin Lin, the bitch, and wouldn't look at him.

Just as he was in despair, he saw his parents smiling at him and saying, "Mumu, you must live on."

At that moment, Lin Mu smiled.

Those people had been unfair to him, but he had the warmth that his mother and father had given him, and he would live with that warmth, and with that smile he would avenge himself on those who had hurt him.

Lin Mu wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. A white light flashed in his eyes, and his hazy eyes opened.

"I told you he would wake up soon! Young Master Lu, please prepare some warm water for him. He will be very thirsty later."

A strange and slightly familiar voice sounded in his ear. Lin Mu was still a little hazy, and he vaguely remembered that after seeing his parents, he felt less tired.