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The red and blue siren lights gradually blurred in the rain.

They transformed into two vibrant blocks of color, eventually merging into the boundless night.

Chen Yuan, holding the pure black long-handled umbrella, turned and walked deeper into the manor.

Leather shoes stepped on the puddle-filled stone pavement, splashing up tiny water droplets.

The heavy black iron door behind him made a dull thud.

The two large doors were tightly shut.

The mud and sirens outside were completely shut out in another world.

Rainwater streamed down the umbrella ribs in a straight line and pelted the ground.

Chen Yuan folded up his umbrella and handed it to the servant waiting under the porch.

He took off his slightly damp suit jacket.

He walked straight back to the butler's suite and turned on the shower in the bathroom.

The scalding hot water washed over his broad back.

It washed away the trace of early spring chill that had lingered outside the iron gate.

Change into a soft, light gray cotton loungewear set.

He dried his hair and pushed open the semi-transparent glass door to the kitchen on the first floor.

The thunder and rain outside the window continued to relentlessly pound against the glass.

The warm light in the kitchen exudes a comforting warmth.

Chen Yuan took out a cleaned free-range black-boned chicken from the refrigerated display case.

With a flick of his wrist, the chef's knife chopped rhythmically on the cutting board.

The black-boned chicken was chopped into even small pieces and then blanched in boiling water.

Skim off the foam; the meat should be firm and whitish.

He turned around and opened the wooden drawer behind him containing Chinese medicinal herbs.

Long, slender fingers moved between the several cubicles.

Select the codonopsis with clear texture, the astragalus with even slices, and add a few plump, pitted red dates.

These are all excellent medicinal materials for warming and nourishing the spleen and stomach.

The casserole was placed on a bright blue gas flame.

Add the black-boned chicken pieces and medicinal herbs to the pot in sequence, then pour in purified water to cover the ingredients.

Cover with a heavy ceramic lid, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

Time is the best seasoning.

Soon, a soft bubbling sound came from the casserole.

Wisps of white steam rose from the vent at the top.

The rich chicken broth is fragrant and flavorful, with a subtle sweetness from the herbs.

It slowly spread throughout the spacious kitchen.

This flavor is rich and mellow.

It is silently transported to the second floor through the central air conditioning system.

The living room on the second floor.

The air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant alcohol.

Su Qingqing, the chief private physician of the Shen family, was sitting next to a leather sofa.

She was wearing a white lab coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

He held a freshly printed full-body physical examination report in his hand.

His gaze swept back and forth across the densely packed data.

Su Qingqing's hand holding the report trembled slightly.

The paper made a soft, rustling sound.

She looked up at Shen Wanzhou sitting opposite her as if she were looking at an alien.

"This...how is this possible?"

Su Qingqing's voice betrayed her undisguised astonishment.

"It's been six months, and I've used all sorts of expensive imported medical treatments."

"None of them could restore the absorption function of your intestinal villi."

She spread the medical examination report on the coffee table, pointing to the lines of indicators with her fingertips.

"But now, the damaged area of ​​your gastric mucosa has completely healed."

"My albumin levels have rebounded, and I've even gained three pounds."

"Your anorexia...is completely gone?"

Shen Wanzhou leaned back on the sofa cushions, holding the SpongeBob SquarePants pillow in her arms.

She was wearing a pale yellow knitted sweater today, which made her complexion look rosy.

The sickly pale color that used to look like it would collapse in the wind has been replaced by a healthy pink.

Hearing Su Qingqing's words, she nodded slightly.

A slight smile involuntarily crept up the corners of her lips.

All I could see in my mind was the image of that man flipping the wok in the kitchen.

"It's the housekeeper's cooking that's so delicious."

Shen Wanzhou's voice was soft and sweet, with an undisguised air of boasting.

Su Qingqing adjusted her glasses.

As a medical genius, she felt that the clinical knowledge she had acquired over the past ten years was invaluable.

At that moment, he was pinned to the ground and rubbed against the ground by a cook.

Steady footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the cashmere carpet was dull.

Chen Yuan carried a wooden tray and pushed open the door to enter the living room.

On the tray, the celadon bowl was filled with Cheng Che's medicinal chicken soup.

Golden chicken fat floated on the surface, locking in the scalding temperature.

The dish is garnished with red dates and codonopsis, giving it a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

"Drink it while it's hot to warm your stomach."

Chen Yuan walked to the sofa and placed the tray in the empty space on the coffee table.

Shen Wanzhou's nose twitched twice in the air.

A cluster of tiny stars instantly lit up in those peach blossom eyes.

She wasn't even wearing shoes; she was barefoot on the carpet as she approached the coffee table.

He picked up the celadon bowl with both hands, not even bothering to pick up the spoon.

He tentatively blew on the steam and took a small sip directly from the rim of the bowl.

The delicious broth slid down my throat, and the warmth instantly spread throughout my body.

She squinted her eyes contentedly, like a cat basking in the sun.

Su Qingqing sat to the side, watching this magical scene unfold before her.

The head of the Shen family who used to gag at the mere smell of meat.

Now he's actually holding a bowl of chicken soup with oil floating on top, and drinking it with great relish.

The sound of her worldview shattering echoed in Su Qingqing's mind.

Chen Yuan ignored the petrified doctor next to him.

He took a tissue and casually wiped away a drop of soup from Shen Wanzhou's chin.

"Drink slowly, there's more in the pot."

He casually ruffled the top of her head.

He then straightened up and touched his vibrating phone in his pocket.

"It's Chu Feng calling. I'll go outside to answer the phone."

"Put the bowl down yourself after you finish drinking, so you don't burn your hands."

Shen Wanzhou held the bowl and nodded obediently.

Chen Yuan turned around and strode out of the living room.

He casually closed the heavy solid wood door behind him.

The second the door closed.

The scent of soap that belonged to that man in the living room seemed to be instantly sucked away.

Shen Wanzhou paused for a moment while drinking her soup.

His previously relaxed brows furrowed slightly.

She put the porcelain bowl back on the coffee table and turned to look at the closed door.

A minute passed.

There were no footsteps coming from outside the door.

Three minutes passed.

Shen Wanzhou's fingers began to unconsciously scratch at SpongeBob's fur.

Su Qingqing was taking notes in the electronic medical record.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the portable multi-parameter detector next to me.

Those are the wireless patch sensors that were attached to Shen Wanzhou's wrist during the physical examination just now.

The heart rate reading on the screen suddenly started beating restlessly.

It climbed steadily from a stable 75 to 90.

The systolic blood pressure reading on the pressure gauge also jumped up.

Drip, drip, drip.

The detector emitted a faint warning sound, which was somewhat jarring in the quiet room.

Su Qingqing suddenly raised her head.

She discovered that Shen Wanzhou wasn't watching cartoons at all.

Those beautiful eyes were fixed on the door.

Toes curled up on the carpet.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, leaving a deep white mark.

He exuded a restless and uneasy aura.

"Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Su Qingqing quickly leaned over and reached out to touch her forehead.

Shen Wanzhou turned her head away to avoid her hand.

My breathing became somewhat rapid, and the frequency of my chest rising and falling noticeably increased.

"Why isn't he back yet...?"

She murmured something under her breath, her voice filled with barely concealed panic.

Five minutes passed.

The fluctuation frequency on the detector directly exceeded the warning line.

The red indicator light was flashing wildly.

Just as Su Qingqing was about to press the emergency call button.

Click.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Chen Yuan held his phone and hung up the call with Chu Feng about the architecture of the dark web base station.

He stepped across the threshold, bringing with him a touch of coolness from the corridor outside.

"Is the chicken soup cold?"

He asked casually, his gaze falling on the half-bowl of soup on the coffee table.

Almost at the same second.

The beeping sound from the instrument abruptly stopped.

The red numbers on the screen looked like a deflated balloon.

It slid straight down and came to a steady stop at the green safety line of 75.

Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders instantly collapsed.

She grabbed Chen Yuan's sleeve, her face regaining its previous rosy hue.

Su Qingqing watched as the physiological data changed drastically within that single second.

A particular psychological condition from a medical lesson plan flashed through my mind.

This is not ordinary trust at all.

This is a morbid demanding behavior that treats the other person like oxygen.

If oxygen is deprived for more than five minutes, all bodily functions will collapse due to panic.

She closed the medical record book, the pen still between her fingers.

Look at the tycoon who's tugging at the butler's clothes, grinning with satisfaction.

Her professional ethics made her swallow back the reminder that was about to come out.

There is no cure for this disease worldwide.

The only antidote is the man standing in front of her.

Su Qingqing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Shen Wanzhou's eyes following Chen Yuan's back, and murmured in a low voice, "The anorexia is cured, but Miss... you seem to have developed a serious dependence on Chen Yuan."