The Medicine

Jiang You was rendered momentarily speechless. "Childish!" he remarked.

Tang Qiao, equally taken aback, couldn't find this child's behavior cute at all!

After changing into her shoes, Tang Qiao commenced the preparation of medicinal herbs.

While she had declared her responsibility for Jiang You's three daily meals, the majority consisted of herbal dishes. Given Jiang You's frailty, these herbal concoctions were intended to provide warmth and nourishment.

Upon smelling the medicinal herbs, Jiang You's expression shifted dramatically, and a wave of nausea surged within him. "Ugh…" He gagged, and the sensation of sickness rose swiftly to his throat, prompting a desperate dash to the bathroom!

"Jiang You!" Tang Qiao cried out. She abandoned the herbs and rushed to him. Instinctively, she placed her finger on his pulse, but Jiang You intercepted it with his other hand. The veins on his wrist protruded as he stammered, "The medicine..." He couldn't tolerate the medicinal scent.

Upon understanding his predicament, Tang Qiao frowned with concern and attempted to alleviate his nausea by gently massaging his stomach with her palm.

Gradually, Jiang You began to relax, leaning into Tang Qiao's embrace. His eyes remained closed, and his long, ebony eyelashes hung low, imbuing him with an air of vulnerability.

Tang Qiao's heart ached, and she blamed herself.

Jiang You had always been strong, capable of looking after himself. Most of the time, he remained quietly at home, his countenance impassive, bearing no resemblance to an unwell person.

"I'm sorry…"

With closed eyes and a slender frame, Jiang You clutched Tang Qiao's arm with his fingers and gently shook his head. "It's alright." Tang Qiao's embrace offered warmth and softness that had been absent for far too long. The darkness that enveloped him only brought coldness.

Jiang You eventually opened his eyes, yet the surroundings remained shrouded in darkness.

His demeanor remained impassive as he released Tang Qiao's hand. He raised his fingers slightly and brushed against Tang Qiao's neck.

Her neck's sensitive, warm skin pulsed vigorously beneath his touch, brimming with life...

Jiang You withdrew his hand and closed his eyes to conceal the revulsion lurking within.

Upon observing Jiang You's sudden coldness, Tang Qiao inquired with bewilderment, "What's wrong?"

Jiang You maintained silence, turned, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Tang Qiao attempted to support him, but Jiang You sidestepped her.

Weakened by the incident, Tang Qiao inadvertently collided with the door frame, producing a loud thud.

Jiang You froze instantly, He tightened his jaw and shifted his gaze. Hidden within his eyes was a barely perceptible hint of apology and anxiety.

He pursed his lips and swiftly apologized before staggering back to his room, where he promptly closed the door.

Tang Qiao stood in place. She felt utterly perplexed and helpless as she cast a glance at the herbs she had just taken out.

At nine o'clock in the evening.

Tang Qiao had temporarily sealed the herbs she had purchased. Once again, she prepared a meal for Jiang You and gently knocked on his door.

Jiang You's eyes shifted, but he remained silent.

Tang Qiao gently pushed the door open and handed the steaming hot food to Jiang You. She spoke softly, saying, "It's time to eat."

"Okay."

Tang Qiao left the room. After finishing her meal, she took out the live stream equipment she had purchased earlier in the day and began setting it up. Given the limited space in their rental apartment, she decided to arrange the equipment in the living room. The background consisted of a pale white wall, barely acceptable.

She then accessed the Ordinary Streaming APP and registered for a live-streaming account.

Upon completing the registration, Tang Qiao contemplated her choice of ID for a moment before settling on "QiaoYou," which combined her and Jiang You's names. She followed this with a brief personal introduction, stating, "Knowledge streamer sharing medical insights weekly." Next, she accessed the platform's settings and provided a basic overview of her live broadcast content: "Struggling with insomnia? Join me for a soothing lullaby to find relief."

With everything set up, Tang Qiao initiated the live stream. "Good evening, everyone. Welcome to QiaoYou's live broadcast room. I'm QiaoYou, and each week, I'll be sharing a bit of medical knowledge with all of you."

Tang Qiao had also installed a sound card, which lent her sweet voice a touch of coolness. It differed from her natural voice but remained pleasant.

Before long, the first viewer entered the live stream.

"Hey, am I the first audience member today?"

"The host has a nice voice. Why isn't she showing her face?"

"This live stream is pretty quiet. I'm all alone here."

"I read the host's introduction. Insomnia isn't an easy issue to tackle, right? Some suffer from work-related stress, while others simply nap too much during the day and can't sleep at night. So, a lullaby to treat insomnia? What a peculiar idea!"

The first viewer in the live stream was undoubtedly talkative. Despite being the sole audience member, he filled the screen with comments and questions, often chatting with himself.

Tang Qiao noticed the bullet comments but decided to ignore the initial, less serious inquiries. She wasn't overly concerned about the number of viewers and instead focused on sharing her knowledge.