Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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“Wan Ding, I have a question for you.”
When Wan Ding received Qiao Huaize’s call, he almost thought that Qiao Huaize had encountered some terrible thing that was going to kill him.
Because Qiao Huaize never called him, and although Wan Ding was the owner of the martial arts dojo and Qiao Huaize’s nominal boss, he had gotten used to Qiao Huaize’s aloofness.
Wan Ding’s heart skipped a beat when he received Qiao Huaize’s call. When he heard Qiao Huaize speak in his usual deep, indifferent, and emotionless voice, Wan Ding almost panicked.
Even if Qiao Huaize said he was being chased by a group of bandits in a society governed by the rule of law, Wan Ding would believe him, because Qiao Huaize has the temperament of a martial arts or cultivation protagonist.
“Tell me, Mr. Qiao, what’s wrong?” Wan Ding quickly asked. “What problem have you encountered? I can help you with anything.”
Qiao Huaize paused for a moment.
“I just sneezed.”
“Hmm!” Wan Ding listened attentively.
“I feel a little dizzy and cold right now,” Qiao Huaize continued.
Wan Ding suddenly sensed something wrong. Could it be that this wasn’t a chase…?
“Mr. Qiao, are you… feeling unwell?” Wan Ding asked tentatively.
“I’ve never been sick before,” Qiao Huaize said. “That’s why I came to ask you. I think I might have caught a cold. Do you think so?”
Wan Ding was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Qiao Huaize was highly skilled in swordsmanship, but it was unexpected that his personal life was so simple that he couldn’t even tell if someone had a cold.
He quickly asked a detailed question, and when he heard that Qiao Huaize had stayed out all night, drunk alcohol, and then slept, Wan Ding was already helpless.
“Mr. Qiao, what were you thinking? You got drunk and slept outside in this cold weather, you should be lucky you didn’t freeze to death!” he said. “You’ve caught a cold.”
“How long will it take to get better?”
“About seven days,” Wan Ding said. “Would you like some medicine?”
“No need.” It’s only seven days; there’s no need to take medicine.
“By the way, sir, do you have a fever?”
“How can I tell if someone has a fever?”
“You could place a thermometer under your armpit, or a forehead thermometer would also work. But…” Wan Ding said hesitantly, “I don’t think you would have one of those at home.”
“What temperature is considered a fever?” Qiao Huaize asked calmly.
“37.5 degrees Celsius is a low-grade fever. If it exceeds 38 degrees, you need to bring it down. Otherwise, I’ll buy one and send it to you…”
“I think it’s around 39 degrees Celsius right now,” Qiao Huaize said. He calmly lowered his hand.
Wan Ding: …
Don’t tell him that Qiao Huaize took the test himself.
“I’ll still go over there.” Wan Ding was even more worried than before.
Qiao Huaize couldn’t refuse Wan Ding, and in truth, he didn’t try very hard to refuse. Qiao Huaize always appeared as a taciturn and aloof elite professor at school, but that was because he wasn’t familiar with anyone there, and their values were too different, so he didn’t have any close friends.
Wan Ding and Qiao Huaize had known each other for several years and shared a common interest in martial arts. Most people couldn’t stand Qiao Huaize’s aloof and indifferent personality, but Wan Ding had grown up with all sorts of eccentric masters, so he was quite tolerant of Qiao Huaize.
Qiao Huaize was already a bit hungry and had a headache, but Wan Ding insisted on coming, so he gave him the address. He had no idea how kind Wan Ding was to travel halfway across the city so early in the morning of the Spring Festival.
There was hardly anyone around on the morning of the Spring Festival. Wan Ding drove there, and the journey that usually took an hour took him less than half an hour.
Wan Ding knocked on the door, and Qiao Huaize opened it for him. Wan Ding looked at Qiao Huaize’s calm demeanor, as if he were not sick at all.
Wan Ding reached out and touched Qiao Huaize’s forehead; it was burning hot.
“My little darling!” Wan Ding was terrified. He quickly went inside and handed the hot porridge he had brought in his bag to Qiao Huaize. “After you finish drinking, go lie down on the bed and sweat it out.”
Perhaps due to a high fever, Qiao Huaize’s phoenix eyes seemed somewhat languid as he accepted Wan Ding’s takeout and sat down at the table to eat slowly. Wan Ding looked around Qiao Huaize’s house and felt that this simple style was surprisingly similar to Qiao Huaize’s own.
He opened the refrigerator, and there were only a few bunches of green vegetables drooping inside. Pulling down the bottom, there was some frozen meat inside, about the size of a fist.
“Do you usually eat birdseed?” Wan Ding asked incredulously.
“I usually eat at the school cafeteria,” Qiao Huaize replied lazily.
“What about summer and winter vacations?”
“Drink wine.”
Wan Ding was speechless for a moment.
How did Qiao Huaize manage to live to be so old?
After Qiao Huaize finished his porridge, Wan Ding urged him to quickly go back to bed, covered him with a blanket, and then gave him the fever-reducing medicine he had brought. Qiao Huaize seemed to dislike taking medicine, but he took it after Wan Ding gave it to him.
“You can’t ruin yourself like this. Although your swordsmanship is indeed superb and your physique is better than the average person, you can’t cause harm to yourself like this.” Wan Ding said earnestly, “How many people have frozen to death outside after drinking? And you’re going to sleep outside? Are you out of your mind? Do you really think you’re a martial arts master with internal strength?”
But he was truly a master even more skilled than the most powerful martial arts masters. It’s just that he was in his past life.
Qiao Huaize didn’t speak, and Wan Ding thought he had spoken too harshly and angered him. Just as he was about to explain, Qiao Huaize spoke up quietly, “I’ve never caught a cold like this before.”
“…Aren’t you from the south? Can winters in the south and the north be the same?” Wan Ding couldn’t help but say, “It’s a miracle you weren’t sick before!”
Qiao Huaize ignored him. His long eyelashes fluttered. It was his first time having a fever, and he just felt very tired and sleepy. He didn’t have any other feelings and didn’t understand why Wan Ding was so nervous.
“You can’t keep drinking like this, it’ll hurt your stomach. What will you do when you get old and have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, or high blood sugar? What if you get alcohol poisoning later?” Seeing that Qiao Huaize was ignoring him, Wan Ding started nagging.
Qiao Huaize didn’t know why this thirty-year-old man was so talkative; he was too noisy. He began to regret letting Wan Ding come over.
Being sick for a week was not a big deal.
“Headache.” Qiao Huaize frowned slightly.
Wan Ding immediately fell silent.
“Then you get some sleep, I’ll go buy you something. The key is the one on the table, right?”
Qiao Huaize remained silent for a while. This was why he hadn’t wanted to develop a deeper friendship with Wan Ding before. Martial artists were inherently loyal and righteous, and Wan Ding was even more warm-hearted; Qiao Huaize wasn’t used to associating with this type of person.
Okay, he was actually not comfortable with anyone. After all, true masters eventually became loners.
“You don’t need to do this,” Qiao Huaize said. “It’s an illness that can be cured in seven days…”
“Someone like you, drinking and sleeping outside in the dead of winter, could turn a seven-day illness into a serious one.”
Wan Ding picked up the keys and went out.
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