Lin Feng ignored the worried look on Dong Yingxue's face.
He directly took the bowl of porridge and poured it into his mouth, finishing it quickly.
"Are you alright? Isn't it very hot?"
After a bowl of hot porridge, Lin Feng felt much of his strength returning.
"I'm fine, I'm not afraid of heat. Is there any more?"
"Yes... yes... I'll go get you some."
Dong Yingxue snatched the bowl and ran towards the kitchen.
Lin Feng also began to look around, taking in the surroundings.
"Here's your porridge."
Lin Feng took the bowl and drank it all in a short while.
Dong Yingxue even brought the pot used for cooking the porridge, and Lin Feng had finished that too.
Dong Yingxue was stunned. Although she knew many men ate more than women, this was a bit much.
With a pot of porridge in his stomach, Lin Feng felt warmth spreading through his limbs.
Even though the porridge was cooked hastily, barely simmering before being taken off the heat, and wasn't very tasty, it was good to have something to eat after waking up.
Lin Feng had won, and Dong Yingxue also relaxed considerably.
She had been worried sick for the past few days and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"I'll go back to my room now. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Lin Feng nodded. He noticed Dong Yingxue's dark circles. He never expected her to save him and then take care of him. Lin Feng was deeply touched.
He wasn't ungrateful. It was great to have someone help him when he was in trouble, and he couldn't be picky about anything else.
Dong Yingxue left.
Lin Feng tried to move his body. He had to admit that the pot of porridge had provided a lot of energy.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng slowly lowered his legs from the bed to the floor and began to shuffle slowly, holding onto the side of the bed.
He had looked around earlier and spotted a can of cockroach spray near the back of the cabinet.
He didn't know how much was left inside, but even a single mouthful would be beneficial for his injuries.
Finally reaching the spot, Lin Feng picked up the cockroach spray and felt its weight. It was essentially full.
Lin Feng was overjoyed. Seeing that no one was around, he drank it all down in one go.
Gulping it down, Lin Feng placed the can back in its original position and returned to lie on the bed.
He closed his eyes, feeling his body slowly recovering.
The next day,
Dong Yingxue came in with breakfast and found Lin Feng already sitting up.
"Why are you sitting up? Lie down quickly, your injuries aren't healed yet!"
Dong Yingxue was anxious. He had suffered such severe injuries, couldn't go to the hospital, and hadn't taken any medicine. It was a miracle he was even alive.
Lin Feng didn't know what Dong Yingxue was thinking. If he had, he would have complained that taking care of a patient involved feeding them, even if they were unconscious.
"Don't worry! I'm fine. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days."
Lin Feng said gratefully and, as usual, ate all the breakfast Dong Yingxue brought. Fortunately, due to his appetite the day before, Dong Yingxue had prepared a lot that morning.
After finishing, Lin Feng could actually eat more.
But he felt too embarrassed to say so. He couldn't bring himself to make demands of his savior.
As Dong Yingxue tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, she looked down and noticed something was amiss.
Why were there fingerprints on the cockroach spray can?
She had bought the cockroach spray because she thought there were cockroaches in the room and had sprayed once, then placed it by the cabinet and hadn't touched it since.
Since dust had settled on it, the marks were now very obvious.
Lin Feng broke out in a cold sweat.
He really hadn't expected Dong Yingxue to be so observant. He watched helplessly as Dong Yingxue placed the can on the floor and picked up the cockroach spray.
Empty?
How could it be empty after just one use?
Knowing Dong Yingxue was suspicious, Lin Feng explained:
"I did it."
"Why would you drink it? People can die from that! Is there something you can't get over? No, we need to go to the hospital immediately."
Her suspicions confirmed, Dong Yingxue was frantic. How could someone be so despairing as to attempt suicide?
"No need," Lin Feng quickly got out of bed and stopped Dong Yingxue.
"Really, no need. I'm fine. Look, I'm okay, aren't I?"
Dong Yingxue was skeptical. Common sense told her that cockroach spray was poisonous. Reality, however, told her that someone who drank it was still alive.
Reality was more convincing than common sense, but Dong Yingxue was still a little worried.
"Are you really okay?"
"Really fine,"
Lin Feng patted his chest, wincing in pain, which also caused Dong Yingxue to feel a pang of concern.
"Why are you patting yourself? Don't you know you're injured? Why are you getting out of bed? Go back and lie down!"
Well, Lin Feng was once again forced back onto the bed by Dong Yingxue. No matter how he tried to explain, it was no use.
Fortunately, the issue with the cockroach spray was over.
During this time, Lin Feng was meticulously cared for by Dong Yingxue. The only restrictions were that he wasn't allowed to get out of bed or leave the room.
The only time Lin Feng felt relaxed was when Dong Yingxue was resting.
This wouldn't do!
Lin Feng began to worry. He wanted to recover his cultivation and contact the Demon Emperor and the others, but he couldn't do so here with Dong Yingxue.
It was time to leave!
He ignored the reluctance in his heart; he couldn't just stay here and wait to die.
"Can you help me buy some paper and a pen..." Lin Feng began to describe the items he needed.
"What do you need those for? I remember there's a notebook and a pen in the room?"
Dong Yingxue looked puzzled.
"Not those kinds, but talismans, cinnabar, and a brush..."
Lin Feng explained. Although his dantian was sealed, his skills remained. They were stored in his mind, and his knowledge wouldn't disappear just because his cultivation was gone.
He had already made an enemy of the Ji family, and he had many other rivals. If they knew he was injured, they would surely make a move, and he needed some self-preservation ability.
"Okay."
Two days later,
"Sister, what are you holding? Why are you interested in this?"
Dong Yichen, who had searched for Lin Feng outside for a long time and finally given up, returned home and bumped into Dong Yingxue holding calligraphy tools.
"Oh, it's nothing..."
Dong Yingxue was startled. She hadn't expected her brother to return so suddenly.
However, the fewer people who knew about Lin Feng's situation, the better.
Something was up?
Dong Yichen had grown up following his sister since he was little. He noticed all of Dong Yingxue's subtle discomforts.
"Alright, I'm going to be busy."
Dong Yingxue left, and Dong Yichen followed her, quietly listening to the sounds from inside the room.
Even though Dong Yingxue closed the door, and the soundproofing of the room was quite good, he could still faintly hear a male voice.
Is she in love?
Dong Yichen frowned and returned to his room.
The moment he opened the door, he froze.
Good heavens, someone had been living in this room!
He rummaged through the bed carefully. Yes, it was his sister's.
Dong Yichen smiled, a smile of immense danger.
Having his sister buy things for him, run errands for him, and even kick his sister out of the room – that was truly admirable.