Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

Wen Qing walked straight past Fu Anhe and quickly ran into the living room.

She saw her brother lying on the sofa, unconscious due to his illness.

He was slumped in the camel-colored blanket, his cheeks flushed red, but his lips were pale and chapped. A damp towel was casually draped over his forehead, the edge of which looked warmed by his body heat and curled up.

He was so weak at this moment that he was a completely different person from when he left for work a few hours earlier.

Back then, he was still coughing and told her, "It's nothing, I just choked." Now, he doesn't even recognize her standing right in front of him.

Wen Qing felt very sad. She squatted down and reached out to touch his forehead. The temperature under her palm was so hot that her fingertips trembled.

She turned her head sharply to look at Fu Anhe, who was leaning against the door frame, her almond-shaped eyes filled with undisguised anger.

"Why didn't you take my brother to the hospital with such a high fever?"

The air in the living room fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Fu Ziqing's hand holding the water glass froze in mid-air, and Fu Anhe's gaze paused, without answering immediately.

Even the comments section paused briefly before they realized what was happening.

[Yes, why not take her to the hospital? Shouldn't someone with a fever this high be taken to the hospital first?]

We've been looking for so long, and not a single one of us thought of this problem...

[Fu Anhe himself is a doctor. Shouldn't a doctor's first reaction upon seeing a patient be to take them to the hospital? Why would he bring the person home?]

[Perhaps because he's a surgeon? Surgeons aren't as sensitive to internal medicine issues like fever and colds?]

Even if you're not particularly sensitive, you're still a doctor, right? You must have some basic common sense, right?

Fu Anhe's expression suggested that he himself was confused; he didn't seem to understand why he had brought her home in the first place.

[Hilarious! The plot completely simplifies the relationship between the male lead and the female lead. To give them some alone time, the plot forces Fu Anhe to forget the basic common sense that "patients should be taken to the hospital."]

Fu Anhe frowned.

He was indeed confused.

He had seen Wen Fan fall down in front of the pharmacy and instinctively reached out to catch him.

and then?

He should have taken the person directly to the nearest hospital—there seems to be a community hospital less than 200 meters away from the pharmacy.

Although it's just a community hospital, it can still handle minor illnesses like fever.

But he didn't.

He helped the person into his car and then took them home.

To be honest, this doesn't seem like something he would do.

Have you noticed that the other person's fever seems to have gotten worse?

[Fu Anhe even needs someone else to feed him his medicine, what can you expect him to do?]

[Some people are so obsessed with shipping that when the seme brings the uke home, they think "So sweet, so sweet!" without even looking at how the uke is practically dehydrated from a fever.]

[Exactly! In real life, if someone has a fever of 39 degrees Celsius and isn't taken to the hospital, something terrible could happen.]

To be honest, this plot point is illogical. Fu Anhe's character is a doctor, and doctors don't make such basic mistakes. It's clearly an attempt to artificially lower his intelligence to create a sense of solitude.

The comments section was buzzing with arguments, and Wenqing had stopped watching them.

She just stared at Fu Anhe, waiting for an answer.

Fu Anhe glanced down at Wen Fan on the sofa. His face was indeed redder than when they were at the pharmacy entrance, and his breathing was more rapid than before.

He put away his usual casual smile, and his tone became unusually serious, not to defend himself, but to frankly admit his oversight.

"It's my fault. I didn't think things through before bringing him back... But now taking him to the hospital will be a hassle, and if he gets caught in the rain on the way, it might make his condition even worse. I might as well just call our family doctor over; that would be faster and wouldn't cause him any more suffering."

He then took out his phone, walked to the window, dialed a number, said a few words, and hung up. He then turned to Wen Qing and said...

"The family doctor will arrive in about twenty minutes. Before the doctor arrives, give him the fever reducer. We can't let him keep having this fever."

Fu Ziqing whispered from the side, "But I just couldn't get him to eat it no matter what I did; his jaw was clenched really tightly."

"Give it to me, I'll feed it."

Wenqing suddenly said.

Fu Ziqing paused for a moment, then handed her the half-dissolved pill and a freshly poured warm water.

Wen Qing threw away the pill, broke off a new fever reducer from the medicine board, and then, supporting Wen Fan's head with one hand, tried to put the pill into his mouth with the other.

But Wen Fan clenched her teeth tightly, and the pill was pushed out by her tongue. She tried to put it back in, but it was pushed out again.

Seeing this, she felt a little anxious.

But she took a deep breath and said softly.

"Brother, it's me... Please take your medicine, okay? Only by taking the medicine can your fever go down and you won't feel so uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she gently pried open his lips with her fingers and put the pill back in.

This time, Wen Fan's throat moved, but he didn't spit it out.

Seeing this, she quickly brought the water glass to his lips, letting the warm water help him swallow the pills.

He swallowed a few times, and although some still spilled onto his collar, he finally managed to swallow the pill.

Fu Ziqing watched the whole thing from the beginning and let out a heartfelt sigh.

"It's still more effective when my younger sister feeds him the medicine. I struggled for ages just now, and he wouldn't open his mouth no matter what. But as soon as my sister came, he obediently ate it."

He treated Wen Qing as Wen Fan's younger sister, but Wen Qing didn't explain.

She doesn't need to explain her relationship with her brother to a stranger.

After taking the fever reducer, Wen Fan's breathing seemed to stabilize, and the flush on her face subsided slightly.

Wen Qing didn't leave the sofa. She took the wet towel off Wen Fan's forehead, soaked it in cold water again, wrung it out, folded it, and put it back. She then asked Fu Ziqing for some warm water and used a cotton swab to apply it little by little to his chapped lips.

Then every few minutes she would take his temperature with a thermometer and record the reading in her phone's notes app.

My sister is so thoughtful; she's even more reliable than some doctors.

She was genuinely worried; you can see her eyes were red, but she didn't cry and kept working.

[My affection for my younger sister increases by 1. I like her personality of silently taking care of others without complaining.]

She was so meticulous in keeping track of the temperature; she remembered every single detail, just like a nurse.

[That's why family is the most reliable thing; the dominant one just dumps the submissive one at home and then ignores them.]

Wenqing saw the favorability value on the system panel slowly rising, eventually reaching 80 (without removing the used value).

Normally she would be happy—after using so much, she's finally getting some income again.

But now she only glanced at it before turning off the panel, her gaze returning to her brother's face.

……

The family doctor arrived five minutes earlier than Fu Anhe had said.

The family doctor was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses and carrying an emergency kit. After entering the room, he greeted Fu Anhe, who nodded and then told him to take a look at Wen Fan as soon as possible.

The family doctor then walked over to the sofa, took Wen Fan's temperature, listened to his heart and lungs, and examined his throat and lymph nodes. He then straightened up and spoke to the people waiting beside him.

"Fortunately, you treated his fever beforehand, so his temperature hasn't continued to rise. It's 38.5 degrees Celsius now, a little lower than before."

"However, he is physically weak and probably didn't rest well recently, so his immunity was already low. Getting caught in the rain made his illness come on quite suddenly. I gave him a shot to reduce his fever and then put him on an IV drip to replenish electrolytes and glucose."

Upon hearing this, Fu Anhe and Wen Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The family doctor then began giving Wen Fan an injection.

Wenqing watched the family doctor's every move closely.

When the needle pierced the vein on the back of Wen Fan's hand, her brow furrowed slightly, as if the needle were pricking her own hand.

After the IV drip was finished and the medicine dripped down the transparent tube, she slowly exhaled.

However, just as she relaxed, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Having gotten caught in the rain and squatted by the sofa for a long time, my tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the discomfort in my body suddenly bounced back like a spring that had been compressed for too long.

She raised her hand to rub her temples, forcing herself to cheer up, and stood up to ask Dr. Zhang when her brother would wake up.

But as soon as she took a step, her body swayed to the side as if her bones had been removed.

Just then, a hand steadily caught her.

Wen Qing turned her head and saw that Fu Anhe's face was very close to hers.

His brows were furrowed, and his usually languid and carefree peach blossom eyes revealed a rare serious expression.

Instead of asking if she was alright, he looked up at the family doctor who was packing up the emergency kit and said, "Dr. Zhang, could you please take a look at her? She seems to be sick too."

"I'm not sick..."

Wenqing instinctively wanted to refute.

"You almost bumped into the corner of the sofa just now, your hands are still shaking, and you don't look much better than your brother. And you still say you're not sick."

Fu Anhe's tone was not his usual teasing and joking manner, but rather a calm statement. The calmer he was, the less he could refute.

There was nothing to say about the tenderness.

The family doctor then came over to examine her.

She sat in the chair while the doctor took her temperature and listened to her heart and lungs. After the examination, the doctor said...

"She also showed signs of fever, with a temperature of 37.8 degrees Celsius, which isn't too high. However, her physical condition is weaker than that of an average person, and with a history of heart disease, a fever poses a greater risk to her. Just in case, I'll give her an IV drip to prevent her fever from escalating in the middle of the night."

Wen Qing stared blankly at the needle stuck in the back of her hand.

She only got a little rain, but now she needs an IV drip.

As she was lost in thought, a thick blanket was suddenly placed on her knees, and the soft, furry touch brought her back to her senses.

Immediately afterwards, a steaming cup of ginger tea was handed to her. The hand holding the cup was fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails.

She looked up in confusion, and Fu Ziqing was standing in front of her, tilting his head and looking her up and down with a hint of smug satisfaction in his voice.

"Drink it quickly, or it will get cold. I cooked it myself."

Wenqing took the cup, the warm cup wall pressed against her palm, the heat spreading through her veins to her whole body, making her shiver slightly.

She lowered her head and took a sip. The spiciness of the ginger and the sweetness of the brown sugar melted on her tongue, and she felt a little better.

She smiled and said gratefully to the boy in front of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome," Fu Ziqing sat down next to her, his eyes sparkling like a puppy finally having someone to play with. "I have a question for you... Are you and my cousin very close?"

Wenqing paused slightly in the hand holding the cup.

"He just made me make you ginger tea and find you a blanket. I've never even received this kind of treatment. Last time I had a cold and fever and wanted to take fever reducer, he told me to go to the pharmacy to buy it myself, saying that boys should learn to take care of themselves. Look at this differential treatment..."

As Fu Ziqing spoke, she began to complain about her cousin, her tone carrying an exaggerated sense of grievance.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that Fu Anhe was the one who made the ginger tea and brought the blanket.

She subconsciously looked at Fu Anhe, who had just come out of the room. He was wearing a light gray hoodie, and his hair was loosely hanging over his forehead, making him look more youthful than usual.

He happened to be looking this way too, and their eyes met briefly in the air.

When Fu Anhe saw her return to her obedient and quiet demeanor, holding the ginger tea and curled up in the blanket, staring blankly at him with her cat-like almond eyes, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He walked over and bent down slightly to look at her: "How are you feeling now?"

She looked away with tenderness, lowering her eyelashes.

"Much better."

She is indeed much better.

Her cold limbs regained warmth, and the comforting ginger tea made her feel much better inside and out.

Thinking of Fu Anhe's thoughtfulness, she hesitated for a moment and then added softly, "Thank you."

Hearing the soft "thank you," Fu Anhe's smile deepened slightly.

This girl is quite easy to please. If you show her a little kindness, she'll start thanking you earnestly, as if she's received some incredible favor.

Fu Anhe glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 8:30 p.m., and it was completely dark outside the window. The rain was still falling.

He looked at Wen Qing and asked casually.

"What are you planning to do tonight? Given your brother's current condition, I think it's best not to push him too hard. A bumpy ride and the night wind might cause his condition to worsen... I have plenty of space here, with several guest rooms. It shouldn't be a problem for you and your brother to stay the night. What do you think?"

Wen Qing turned her head and glanced at Wen Fan, who was still fast asleep on the sofa.

The IV drip was only halfway finished, and although his complexion was a little better than before, it was still very pale.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

For my brother's health, staying here for one night is definitely the safest option.

Fu Ziqing, who had been waiting for a while, finally got a chance to interject, raising her hand like a primary school student eager to answer: "What about me? What about me?"

Fu Anhe glanced at him: "Do whatever you want. Anyway, the place is big, one more person won't make a difference."

Fu Ziqing rolled his eyes, his gaze briefly lingering on Wen Qing, before speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"Then I'll stay. It's so late, and if I go home, my mom will nag me about not doing anything productive. I might as well stay here and have some peace and quiet."