RPAGF Chapter 223 Health Preservation
Chapter 223 Health Preservation
The Duan residence is unusually quiet today.
Duan Ye was sleeping soundly in bed, and Duan Jizhi used the excuse of having something to do to go back to his apartment to accompany Jiang Huiyi. As for the head of the family, Duan Hongji, he was also lying in bed recuperating due to a leg injury.
Duan Chengfang returned to the Duan family late last night, carrying a fainted Theodore on his shoulders. Of course, the second son of the Duan family had some humanitarian spirit, so he did not make a big fuss, and even used a backdoor to prevent anyone from discovering Theodore's embarrassment.
Duan Chengfang almost didn't sleep all night. He first asked the servant to buy antipyretic medicine and watermelon frost for Theodore, and then he took a bath - he soaked in the bathtub for two hours, and his skin was soaked.
After doing all this, Duan Chengfang lost his sleepiness and went to Duan Hongji's room to visit his old father.
Duan Hongji rested well, and even in his sleep, there was a smile on his face.
Duan Chengfang stared at Duan Hongji silently, staring at the white hair on his temples, staring at his handsome profile, and staring at the subtle smile lines at the corners of his eyes.
The room was very quiet. Duan Chengfang looked at his father on the bed and asked softly, "Are you having a good dream?"
What kind of dream was it? Was I in the dream?
No one answered him.
Duan Chengfang left the bedside, but suddenly glanced at the table on the other side of the room. The desk lamp was still on.
Duan Chengfang walked over and wanted to turn off the desk lamp, but when he saw the contents on the table clearly, his eyes widened slightly.
There were several fragmented photos on the table.
They were fragmented because anyone could see that the photos had been torn into pieces and were wrinkled, as if they had been chewed up.
The word "Zhang" is used to describe it because someone carefully glued these scattered fragments together with glue.
Each photo is incomplete, but the person who pasted them has used all his energy and enthusiasm to glue the fragments together perfectly.
Duan Cheng held his breath unconsciously.
Duan Chengfang moved closer to the broken photo and looked at it carefully. He saw Fu Dongshu's face in the cracks.
No, not Fu Dongshu's face.
He knew whose face that was.
Duan Chengfang had no impression of that great woman, and when he saw the photo, he did not feel any sense of connection between blood relatives.
However, the scene of Duan Hongji sitting under the desk lamp, pasting these photos bit by bit emerged in his mind, and his heart ached.
Everyone misunderstood Duan Hongji, misunderstood Duan Hongji's character, misunderstood his feelings for his deceased wife, and even did not hesitate to speculate about his relationship with Fu Dongshu with the greatest malice.
It's really ridiculous. The relationship between those two people is clearly the most upright and aboveboard thing in the world.
Even as a son, when he smelled Fu Dongshu's perfume on Duan Hongji, the first thing he thought of was such a dirty thing...
Duan Chengfang stared at the photos for a long time, but did not turn off the desk lamp. Instead, he left the place as it was and left.
After Duan Cheng was released, 584, who had come to visit Zhao Ruoming's sea of consciousness, dared to speak: "Why is he looking at the photos I pasted over there? Admiring my sophisticated craftsmanship?"
584 hadn't seen Zhao Ruoming for a long time, and he missed him very much (crossed out), and was very anxious about the progress of the task. Therefore, taking advantage of the gap between Feng Xiaobao and Duan Hongji, 584 came to visit Zhao Ruoming's sea of consciousness.
Who would have thought that Duan Hongji slept in for the first time today and 584 came to nothing.
584 was in a very bad mood and unwilling to return empty-handed, so he wanted to wait for Zhao Ruoming to wake up on his own.
584 wanted to chat with 203, but 203 seemed to be in a bad mood. Oh, not just seemed, but was definitely in a very bad mood. Even when 584 tried to talk to it, it ignored him.
584 held it in for a long time, and suddenly saw a few torn photos on the table opposite. After scanning, he found that the person in the photos looked very much like Fu Dongshu, so he spent a few seconds to restore them.
Before the restoration reached the final step, 203 stopped 584, saying that it was fine this way and that further restoration would affect the progress of the mission. 584 did not proceed any further.
Then, 203 turned on the desk lamp. Before 584 could ask why the light was turned on, Duan Chengfang pushed the door open and walked in.
Unlike 584, who has been kept in the dark by Zhao Ruoming until now, 203 knows exactly how to help the host consolidate her character as an affectionate widower.
584 asked the question just now, and didn't expect 203, who was in a very bad mood, to answer. Unexpectedly, 203 paused and actually spoke.
"Up there." 203's tone was calm, "That's Duan Chengfang's mother."
584 thought, "Don't I know what this book is like? When did Duan Chengfang's mother appear in the plot?" But 203 was obviously not interested in this, so 584 tactfully did not ask.
Since they were here, 584 took the opportunity to check Zhao Ruoming's body. Although 203 said that Zhao Ruoming's limp was fake, 584 had to check it out in person to feel at ease.
The results of the examination made 584 feel relieved. Zhao Ruoming was in very good health, and even his hormone levels were a little better than before.
584 asked curiously, "Has Xiaoshu been taking care of her health recently? I see her hormones are much more balanced."
203: "."
203 said calmly: "She adjusted it herself."
Humans have three innate desires: the desire for food, the desire for sleep, and the last one... the desire for harmony.
Zhao Ruoming never treated himself badly. No matter which identity he used, he would satisfy the first two. Yesterday, he even satisfied the last one.
584 obviously didn't understand the value of this "adjustment". Hearing this, he asked in confusion: "She knows medical skills? She is also a genius, right?"
203: “…”
203 said: "I imported some blending utensils from the Vientiane Universe yesterday."
"You gave it to her?" 584 disagreed. "Those are high-tech products. Ordinary human bodies can't handle them, right? What if someone dies?"
"Oh, no. It's still possible." 203 said calmly, "She has personally tested it on the test subjects."
584 was getting more and more confused: "She gave it to someone else? What does that have to do with her own hormone levels?"
203 said: "I told you she's already adjusted - 584, don't you have your own things to do?"
On the other side, Duan Chengfang walked out of the room and bumped into Wu Ma.
"Auntie Wu," Duan Chengfang said politely, "Are you here to ask what Dad wants for breakfast?"
Duan Hongji's hospital meals were different from those of other people in the family, so the kind-hearted Aunt Wu would come to ask about him every day.
Aunt Wu nodded: "Why did he get up so late today? I'm a little worried."
"It's okay," Duan Chengfang said with a smile, "Dad stayed up late last night and hasn't woken up yet. Come back and ask later."
"Oh." Auntie Wu still liked the Second Young Master very much, so she chatted with him for a few more words, "Why did everyone get up so late today? No one went to the restaurant. Even the foreign guy who had to eat at every meal didn't come."
Duan Chengfang's body stiffened, and he changed the subject: "Auntie Wu, what do you want to eat in the morning?"
Wu Ma said, "Sanyezi said he wanted to drink spicy soup, saying it would keep him warm in winter. Oh! He didn't get up to drink it even after I made it."
Duan Chengfang: “…”
"Auntie Wu," Duan Chengfang looked a little uncomfortable, "I'd like to trouble you to make some light porridge for Theodore and send it to him these few days."
Thinking of something, Duan Chengfang added, "Oh, is there any Chinese herbal decoction that can soothe the throat? Send it to him too."
"The foreign guy has a cold?" Aunt Wu said without a doubt, "No wonder he didn't say thank you to me like he did before when I brought him food just now. It turns out that his voice is hoarse."
It's not that my voice is hoarse, it's that my voice is broken. I don't think it will get better within a week.
Duan Chengfang coughed, as if he remembered something terrible, and his body shook.
"Anyway," Duan Chengfang said to Wu Ma with a forced smile, "Let him eat something light these days, and don't send him milk. Oh, and don't bother him unless necessary, and let him be alone."