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Chapter 383 You are my patient now
Upon hearing Nan Yu's words, Huo Junyan felt a surge of power coursing through his body, and his limp hands regained their strength.

With Nan Yu's help, he moved from the bed to the wheelchair.

Nan Yu took a deep breath, then placed her hands on the wheelchair and pushed him into the bathroom.

The white bathtub was now filled with dark brown Chinese herbal medicine, steaming with white vapor.

Nan Yu parked her wheelchair, turned around and came to Huo Junyan, extending her hand to him.

"Patriarch Huo, I'll help you."

Huo Junyan looked at Nan Yu, who was shrouded in layers of white mist, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his hoarse voice rang out again.

"Nan Yu, you can go out now. I have the strength now, I can do it myself."

Nan Yu wanted to say more, but when she met Huo Junyan's unyielding gaze, she pursed her lips and said, "Okay, then give it a try. If you need me, just call me."

She straightened up and left the bathroom.

After confirming that Nan Yu had left, Huo Junyan relaxed his tense back a little and then turned his gaze to the bathtub in front of him.

He simply took off his coat, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

His arm muscles were firm and strong. He braced himself on the wheelchair and used all his strength to move into the bathtub.

Unexpectedly, after losing Nan Yu's help, his hands went weak, and after moving only halfway, all his strength seemed to disappear, causing his whole body to lean forward.

Huo Junyan reacted quickly, grabbing the edge of the bathtub to avoid falling to the ground.

However, this operation still inevitably produced a loud noise.

Upon hearing this, Nan Yu, who was outside the door, rushed in.

"Patriarch Huo, are you alright?"

She immediately spotted the head of the Huo family, who had fallen to the ground and was gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly.

He raised his chin, his deep eyes serious.

Even though he was a little disheveled, his kingly aura remained undiminished, exuding an overwhelming pressure as a superior.

Nan Yu was not afraid; instead, her worry deepened. She crouched down and reached out her hand to him.

"Patriarch Huo, are you injured anywhere?" Huo Junyan looked at the fair hand and then looked up to see those beautiful eyes.

He shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Nan Yu sensed that his aura had weakened slightly and he was no longer as aggressive, so she reached out and grasped his muscular arm.

"Let me help you inside."

"No need," Huo Junyan refused.

Nan Yu no longer agreed as before, but stared at him intently, her tone becoming stern.

"Master Huo, you are my patient now. A patient should listen to the doctor. Do you want to fall again?"

After saying that, regardless of Huo Junyan's wishes, she directly helped him up.

Seeing that her face was full of serious expression, without any other romantic feelings, Huo Junyan felt a little annoyed.

He calmed down and no longer rejected Nan Yu's kindness.

"Thank you."

Nan Yu helped him safely into the bathtub. Looking down, through the white mist, she suddenly saw that he was only wearing one piece of clothing covering his lower body, and the rest of his body was bare, almost naked, with his perfect abdominal muscles faintly visible.

She thought of the tactile sensation of his muscles when she helped him up, and her ears instantly burned, her cheeks flushed as well.

She couldn't help but stutter.

"Master Huo, please soak for an hour. Call me when you're done!"

After saying that, she fled the bathroom as if she were escaping.

Huo Junyan was so engrossed in Nan Yu's earnest help that he didn't notice anything strange about her.

He lay in the bathtub, the air filled not only with the strong smell of Chinese medicine, but also with the distinct fragrance emanating from Nan Yu.

He smelled that familiar scent, and drowsiness washed over him again.

The next second, he fell into a deep sleep.