Chapter 125: Medical Notes

Chapter 125: Medical Notes

Huo Tingying lifted his long arm and let out a soft sneer. "With your short arms and legs, save yourself the trouble."

This dog of a man!

Yun Mu was immediately indignant; she had never been so humiliated.

She gave a cunning smile, her agile body leaping as she instantly jumped onto Huo Tingying's waist, snatching the medical book away. She gloated, "There, didn't I get it?"

Huo Tingying supported her slender waist with one hand, his voice low and husky as he whispered in her ear, "Mrs. Huo, where are you rubbing?"

Yun Mu froze, belatedly realizing how intimate their current position was.

This dog of a man was clearly teasing her by deliberately taking her book.

Yun Mu immediately jumped off him but was caught around the waist and pulled into his embrace. "You can't just run after lighting the fire, there's no such easy thing."

"Well... what do you want? I haven't finished reading the book yet."

Huo Tingshao swallowed, his voice hoarse. "When can't you read a book? The old man is worried sick about having a great-grandson. As juniors, we can't disappoint the old man's expectations, can we?"

Yun Mu quickly furrowed her brows and looked up at him. "When did you become so filial? Are you thinking with your lower brain, Huo Tingying?"

Huo Tingying's eyes darkened as he stared straight at her, intense and heated. "Mrs. Huo, we're legally married. Why don't we give it a try?"

Yun Mu glanced at his pectoral muscles and immediately shook her head like a rattle drum, her body retreating slightly. "No try, not today. I... I'm tired today..."

It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to his body, but it was really not suitable now.

He had only recently undergone surgery, and it was truly inappropriate for them to engage in such activities now.

Seeing her evasive and shy demeanor, Huo Tingying couldn't help but sneak a peek at his own chest muscles. Her expression was like that of a little kitten, making him feel an unbearable itch.

If he were to hold her tightly or pin her down on the bed, she might scratch and struggle like a cat, but she would definitely not escape from his grasp.

Considering today's painful day, he really wanted to divert his attention...

But in the end, he held back. After being busy at the banquet all day, she must be truly exhausted.

Huo Tingying's Adam's apple moved as he took a deep breath to suppress his agitation. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Then I'll go work in the next room... You can continue reading the medical books?"

"Mm!" Yun Mu nodded vigorously, then, as if afraid he would change his mind, she quickly left his embrace with the medical book and sat on the balcony.

Huo Tingying helplessly curled his thin lips, finally turning around and leaving the room.

...

Yun Mu seriously flipped through several medical books, organizing and categorizing them.

Suddenly, she found a small bundle inside, which turned out to be Huo Tingying's mother's medical notebook, containing records of cultivating various rare and exotic herbs.

Upon seeing the names of the medicinal plants, Yun Mu was startled.

Many of these herbs were clearly native to the Southern Mystic Continent, and according to Huo Tingying's mother's records, several had been successfully cultivated in Huaguo.

As Yun Mu felt both joy and surprise, questions began to swirl in her mind.

Was there a connection between Huo Tingying's mother and the Southern Mystic Continent?

Her surname was Yi; could she be from the same Yi family that Yun Mu knew?

Yun Mu was filled with doubts. She put down the notebook, intending to ask Huo Tingying for more information about his mother, but as soon as she opened the door, she heard bustling footsteps outside.

In the hallway, Yun Mu stopped an elderly maid, around fifty or sixty years old, who was carrying ice cubes.

"What's going on?"

"Madam, the eldest master has a fever. He refuses to call a doctor, so I'm taking ice to see if it can help lower his fever."

A fever?

Could it be a postoperative reaction?

Yun Mu froze, then immediately rushed into the study.

It was less a study than a personal workshop, cluttered with paintings and all sorts of ceramic handicrafts.

Huo Tingying lay on a sofa amidst the chaos, eyes closed, brows furrowed, face flushed, with one hand casually resting on his forehead.

Yun Mu quickly approached to check on him, frowning. "It's not a postoperative reaction; it seems more like a cold. But he was fine when we were together just now. How did he suddenly get a fever?"

"Madam didn't know?" The elderly maid was surprised.

Yun Mu was taken aback. "Know what?"

The elderly maid explained, "Today is actually the anniversary of Madam's death. Back then, the eldest master witnessed Madam's tragic death, holding her body without eating or drinking for two days and nights. When people found him, he was burning with a high fever, barely clinging to life, almost following Madam to the afterlife. Ever since then, every year on the anniversary of Madam's death, the eldest master returns to this villa and falls ill with a high fever that won't break."

Yun Mu was slightly stunned.

Huo Tingying had only mentioned that he had witnessed his mother slitting her wrists, but she hadn't realized that the young boy had gone through such experiences back then...

She felt as if she had been transported back over a decade, seeing the young Huo Tingying, a thin and weak child, alone and helpless, cradling his mother's lifeless body in a pool of blood. From the initial fear and terror, crying and screaming, to finally accepting his fate in despair and powerlessness...

With a pained heart, Yun Mu reached out to touch the man's tightly furrowed brow, taking the ice and towel from the elderly maid.

"I'll take care of him. I know medicine."

The elderly maid immediately agreed. "Then it's all up to you, Madam. It's the eldest master's good fortune to have married you. If you need anything, just let us know."

Leaving behind some cooling items and warm water, the elderly maid led the others away.

Yun Mu took a glance around at the things Huo Tingying's mother had left behind, then looked at Huo Tingying, who appeared weak on the sofa.

If she had known today was the anniversary of his mother's death, she should have stayed by his side all along earlier.

It was the day of his mother's memorial, yet he had accompanied her in causing a scene at the banquet, silently bringing her here afterward and entrusting her with his mother's mementos.

This man, never revealing anything to her!

Anger aside, she eventually rolled up her sleeves, tenderly wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, then wrapped ice in a towel to apply to his brow.

Perhaps it was too cold.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

Then, Huo Tingying on the sofa abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with wariness and hostility.

Seeing it was Yun Mu, Huo Tingying was taken aback, then visibly relaxed.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you," his voice hoarse as he struggled halfway up, leaning against the sofa, removing the ice pack from his forehead.

It was clear he was very uncomfortable.

"Don't move!" Yun Mu pressed him back down, replacing the ice pack, feigning anger, "Huo Tingying, must you always carry that domineering CEO complex? You never tell me what's going on with you; when will you learn to be open and honest with me?"

Huo Tingying looked at her meaningfully.

Then, with a teasing smile, "You really want honesty between us?"

Yun Mu furrowed her brows.

Why did it feel like...

His idea of being open and honest differed from hers...