I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

Chapter 170 Yang Huiyun is ill

The rain outside the window was pattering softly, and the downpour seemed to be gradually subsiding.

All the cold was kept out of the house, and the interior was warm and peaceful.

Zhou Panpan sat on the sofa, holding a half-cup of hot water in her hands, quietly watching the big spotted pig sleeping like a small mountain not far away. Her eyes seemed to be shining, but her brain had actually stopped thinking.

Who would have thought that Xie Yan's statement about going home to feed pigs wasn't a joke?

She really does have pigs at home.

"...Well, it's getting late, so I'll head back now."

Because it was difficult to get a taxi at the hotel, and for some reason, Zhou Panpan couldn't resist and simply drove the person back herself.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan walked over. Her first thought was to say that it was too late and she should stay the night, but she held back the words.

Our identities are different now; it's not appropriate.

"Are you going back to the hotel? It's too far. I've really troubled you today."

Zhou Panpan shook her head and smiled, her eyes crinkling with a mischievous glint in them. "It's okay! I'll go straight home. I can rest for half a day tomorrow morning and sleep in, hehe."

Like a ripple on a calm surface of water, Xie Yan saw her familiar friend through the impenetrable ice once again; she was still so lovely.

She couldn't help but laugh too, "That's good."

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The rain in the northern part of the city is cold and persistent.

The gray sky hung low, and the rain, fine as needles, slanted into the ground, splashing up tiny droplets of water.

Even though it's almost late spring and early summer, it's still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings.

In the early morning, a cool drizzle drifted through the air. Although it wasn't heavy, it kept falling, a drizzling and annoying sound.

Yang Huiyun stayed at the shop the night before and only returned in the morning.

Just then, the courtyard gate was wide open, and a black sedan drove out and slowly stopped at the gate.

The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome, aloof face.

Shen Yan was holding his phone, making a work call, and was about to say goodbye to Yang Huiyun before heading to the company when he suddenly noticed that she looked unwell.

Their eyes met, and Yang Huiyun gave a tired smile. "...Xiao Yan, go to work. It's chilly in the morning, so wear more clothes."

Although it was raining, the temperature was still in the teens. Yang Huiyun was wearing a long-sleeved jacket, her face was pale, and her cheeks were dark red.

Shen Yan frowned. "Aunt Yang, are you not feeling well? Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Huiyun quickly waved her hand. Just as she was about to say something to tell Shen Yan not to worry and to hurry up and get busy, she saw that Shen Yan had already opened the car door and gotten out of the car, and whispered into the phone receiver that he had canceled the trip.

A black umbrella was held overhead, and Yang Huiyun was immediately helped into the house. Shen Yan found a thermometer and handed it to her. After a while, it was finally confirmed that she had caught a cold and had a fever.

As people get older, their immunity declines, and it's inevitable that they'll occasionally get a minor illness. Yang Huiyun thought it wasn't a big deal and that taking some medicine would be fine, but Shen Yan acted as if it were a major crisis, his face pale, and without saying a word, he took her to the hospital.

Once the medication is prescribed at the hospital outpatient clinic and the IV drip is put on, it only takes about half an hour.

In their haste, they went to the nearest public hospital. Early in the morning, there were already many people queuing up. Yang Huiyun sat on a soft chair with an IV drip in her left hand, gazing absently at the anxious crowds queuing at the various windows.

Hospitals are places that save lives, but they are also the saddest places.

After a while, a familiar figure walked out from the crowd.

Shen Yan hurried over, carrying medicine he had just picked up from the pharmacy. He knelt down in front of Yang Huiyun, touched her forehead, which was still burning hot, and then his brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Why is it still so hot..."

"Your hands are too cold, Xiao Yan."

The young man in front of me had pale lips, beads of sweat on his smooth forehead, and his hands were as cold as ice.

Yang Huiyun immediately felt sorry for you and complained softly, "Why are you walking so fast? You can't put weight on your legs. Your legs have been hurting lately because of the rain, and I don't even need to take medicine right now. Tell me... why don't you go and make an appointment to see a doctor? Are there any specialist appointments today?"

Before Shen Yan could even speak, the middle-aged woman next to Yang Huiyun, who was also receiving an IV drip, spoke up, her tone full of envy.

"Sister, you are so lucky. Your son is so handsome and filial, running around taking care of you. My son and daughter-in-law are both in other places. When I get sick, I don't have any children around to comfort me."

"Oh yeah, such a handsome young man, I wonder if you have a girlfriend? I have a niece who's 23 this year, and she's a very pretty elementary school teacher. Are you interested, handsome young man?"

The moment Shen Yan stepped into this area, the group of older women and grandmothers became excited, after all, it's rare to see a handsome man of this caliber.

In a chaotic place like a hospital, Shen Yan's appearance stands out from everyone else, and he's not even in the same style. Coupled with his extraordinary aura, people who don't know him might mistake him for a male star from a movie crew.

If Yang Huiyun, their "mother," hadn't seemed so down-to-earth and approachable, they wouldn't have dared to strike up a conversation.

Being mistaken for a mother and son, Yang Huiyun didn't say anything. She just smiled and didn't respond. Then she reached out to help Shen Yan up.

Xiao Yan has a bad leg; he has broken his leg bone several times since he was a child, so he must be feeling very uncomfortable right now.

The room was filled with laughter and chatter, which abruptly stopped the moment Shen Yan slowly rose, leaning on his cane.

The woman who had just been about to introduce him to her niece suddenly changed her expression and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, she's lame? How come I didn't notice her earlier..."

The person next to her quickly nudged her, and the woman suddenly realized what was happening and shut up in an annoyed manner.

Yang Huiyun's eyes sharpened, and she glared fiercely at the side before quickly looking at Shen Yan.

As a result, Shen Yan seemed not to hear, his indifferent face remained expressionless, as hard as a sculpture. He only glanced down at the medicine in the bag and spoke gently to Yang Huiyun.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get you some water and your medicine."

After he turned and left, the people who had just fallen silent finally came to their senses.

The woman who had just been envious of Yang Huiyun no longer expressed her envy. "Sigh, sister, don't worry. Society treats disabled people very well these days. Nobody discriminates against them."

Yang Huiyun closed her eyes, not wanting to pay attention to her, and gritted her teeth, holding back her anger.

The other person considered Shen Yan's extraordinary demeanor and the expensive watch on his wrist, and after a long while, couldn't help but speak up, "Actually, my niece is very kind-hearted. She's just a little lame, but we won't mind. How about letting the two girls meet? What do you think, sister? Your child probably has a hard time finding a partner..."

At this point, Yang Huiyun finally couldn't hold back anymore. Having been good-tempered for most of her life, she stood up, pointed at the man's nose, and her face flushed with anger, "Who are you calling a 'loser'? Who are you looking down on? Does your niece know you're setting her up on blind dates? You're getting on in years, have some decency!"

Before long, Shen Yan had returned with a water glass.

When Yang Huiyun saw him, her eyes reddened, and in a fit of pique, she shouted, "Son! Mom wants a private room! The most expensive and luxurious VIP room!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan actually smiled, his eyes crinkling, and said, "Okay."