Chapter 139 Don't wake him up

Recovering from illness is a gradual process, and both An Yi and Jin He were prepared for this, but in practice it was very difficult.

The doctor came that evening to remove the feeding tube. Because he was under general anesthesia when it was inserted, Jin He didn't feel anything. The feeling of the tube being removed was worse than death. Jin He coughed and breathed cautiously, while also dry heaving uncontrollably. Finally, when the tube was taken out, he felt a great sense of relief and leaned against An Yi, breathing heavily in small gasps.

An Yi then gently wiped the dirt off Jin He's face with a towel.

He saw Jin He's lips move, as if he was saying something.

"What?"

"My nostrils..." Jin He whispered, "They haven't been stretched out, have they? If they are... they won't look good on camera..."

Jin He has practically made becoming beautiful her lifelong career.

An Yi reached out and pinched it: "It's small, don't worry."

Jin He visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want to take on a role." This was the first complete sentence Jin He said. "I have a script that I really like. I want to sign a contract with Fu Youwu first, and then have him help me make some connections."

An Yi looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, barely breathing, whose breathing would trigger the emergency respirator every few minutes, and was speechless for a moment: "..."

What's your rush?

"The film can't wait," Jin He said, tugging at his sleeve. "Call me right away, we'll sign the contract immediately."

"Fu Youwu also has a few new recruits to mentor. Do you think he's free to just show up whenever he wants?"

"A newcomer? He hasn't signed anyone yet, has he?"

"He took Fang Xiaoke and Wen Lian away during the finals two days ago."

As they were talking, the caregiver brought in the liquid food that Jin He wanted to eat. Jin He glanced at it and her face turned green: "What is this?"

“It’s liquid food.” An Yi stirred it with a spoon. “You can’t eat anything else right now, so I’ve blended spinach, pumpkin, beef, and millet into a puree for you.”

Jin He: "..."

"You know this color is really..."

An Yi paused for a moment, then said casually, "How about... you eat with your eyes closed?"

Jin He said expressionlessly, "You'd better watch out or I'll throw up all over you."

Jin He refused to eat this no matter what, and An Yi couldn't force him. He just put the paste aside, then took out an apple, cut it in half, and used a spoon to mash it for Jin He to eat.

"Can't I just bite into it?" Jin He took a sip of the fruit puree, her face pale, still looking unwilling.

“Your digestive system is practically the same as when it was first formed.” An Yi put the spoon to his mouth: “Listen to me, you don’t want to have a stomach hemorrhage, a knife cut into your chest, and then another knife cut into your stomach, do you?”

Jin He behaved himself. After eating a few bites of apple, he felt nauseous and was about to gag when An Yi immediately withdrew his hand and rubbed his stomach.

Are you full?

Jin He nodded.

"That's settled then." An Yi finished the remaining porridge and apple from Jin He. "Take your time, shall we have afternoon tea later?"

"I want to eat mini cakes, and I want to eat durian mille-feuille."

"Okay, I'll steam a bowl of egg custard for you this afternoon and put two shrimp in it."

Jin He: "..."

Who is this person?!

Jin He's meal was, after all, a patient's meal, so the portion was small and watery. To An Yi, it was practically like juice. After Jin He finished eating, it was An Yi's turn to eat. So An Yi took out a large rice bucket from under the coffee table. As soon as the bucket was opened, the aroma of food wafted out, and Jin He sniffed.

Does it smell good?

Jin He: "Ugh..."

An Yi: "..."

Lin Nian brought a bouquet of daisies today. He heard that Jin He can eat now, but there are too many things that patients have to avoid, so he didn't dare to feed Jin He casually. He could only buy a bouquet of flowers in the hope that it would make Jin He feel better.

As soon as they entered, they saw the doctor pushing a medical cart away. Jin He was half-lying in An Yi's arms, her face pale and her eyes half-closed. It was unclear whether she had fainted or fallen asleep.

Lin Nian was startled: "What's going on?"

"I can't eat anything, I just threw up." An Yi held Jin He's hand that was receiving the IV drip, and Jin He lay in his arms with her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. "I can't stand even the slightest smell of oil."

The surgery these past few days had clearly taken a toll on Jin He; the weight he had painstakingly gained had slipped back down. An Yi held Jin He's hand, carefully examining it, which was now bluish from the IV drip.

"I'll look after things here, you can go back first." Lin Nian took off her coat and tried to take Jin He from An Yi's arms. Suddenly, she was moved slightly, Jin He's eyebrows furrowed, and she mumbled something, as if she was about to wake up. Lin Nian's arm stiffened instantly.

"What should we do?" Lin Nian asked, opening her mouth.

"We can't wake him up, or he'll get sick again, and it'll be too uncomfortable for him," An Yi mouthed in response.

Lin Nian cautiously reached out to grasp Jin He's arm.

"It hurts!" Jin He cried out with his eyes closed. An Yi subconsciously touched his stomach and found that it was indeed twitching and hardening. So he gently rubbed it for him a couple of times.

"what to do?"

"Hot water bottle." An Yi maintained the same position. "I'll hold him like this for a while. He finally fell asleep."

"Okay," Lin Nian replied, picking up the hot water bottle and turning to ask him, "Have you had lunch?"

"No," An Yi said. "Let him sleep later. Let him fall asleep first, and don't bother him. If you do, he'll really cry."

Who upset him!

Lin Nian was speechless. She took the hot water bottle and went out the door. When she came back, she found An Yi blocking Jin He's way. He held Jin He's hand with one hand and dared not move. With the other hand, he carefully tucked the blanket around him, even covering the corners where the wind was leaking. He was very gentle, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

Okay, even though An Yi is already twenty-seven years old, he's still volatile and explosive, acting like a father figure in the entertainment industry, and occasionally driving a poor PR team crazy.

Admittedly, he has many flaws: a sharp tongue, low emotional intelligence, slow reaction time, and a chauvinistic attitude towards men...

But at least he's now willing to tone down his shortcomings for someone, which is a kind of progress... Of course, he can't change completely.

Jin He woke up to find nightfall and darkness shrouding the outside of the window. He opened his mouth to cough, but then felt his stomach being rubbed twice. He realized that the thing behind him was warm, and that the hand he had been using to get an injection was being held by someone with warm, soft fingertips.

An Yi behind him had his eyes closed and was drowsy.

"ah……"

In that instant, Jin He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He remembered that An Yi had been in this position before he went to sleep. Could it be that he had been in this position ever since...?

He glanced at his watch:

Five, five hours?!