Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 271

Seven members of the Pei Family and four from the Wei Sheng Family, all running fevers, had changed into loungewear and were lying in bed with their eyes closed, resting.

The family doctor stood frozen beside Qiao Chuchu, staring at her in shock.

Qiao Chuchu stood dumbfounded next to Weisheng Yucan, her gaze fixed on her.

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The three of them formed a perfect straight line.

Weisheng Yucan, wearing a mask, planted her hands on her hips and declared triumphantly, "See? This is what I achieved with my emergency renovation budget! I turned your entertainment room into a massive sickbay. This space can serve even more purposes later—trust me, I’m an expert in this field!~"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

What field, exactly?

Doctor Zhao gaped at Qiao Chuchu in horror. "Miss Qiao, you said people in your household were sick, but you didn’t specify it was eleven people! I didn’t bring enough fever medicine for eleven!"

Qiao Chuchu pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "Sorry, I was so busy earlier I forgot to mention the number."

Doctor Zhao sighed, waving a hand in resignation. "It’s fine, I suppose. I just came from a tycoon’s place—his wife had a high fever, and he confiscated all my medicine, threatening to bury me with her if I couldn’t cure her. Now you’re handing me eleven patients at once. If they don’t recover, will I have to be buried with them too?"

Weisheng Yucan answered without missing a beat. "Nope. If a bunch of men die, they die. We’ll just replace them. No need for you to join them."

Doctor Zhao nodded, visibly relieved. "That’s a relief. Otherwise, one body wouldn’t be enough to divide among all of them."

Weisheng Yucan: "Not if we cremate you. Then everyone can take a handful of ashes."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

What kind of demonic conversation is this?!

She turned to Doctor Zhao. "Just hook them up to IV drips, then you can leave. I’ll handle changing the bags and removing the needles. We can’t just let them keep burning up like this."

Doctor Zhao nodded. "Alright. I’ll go restock—that tycoon took all my medicine."

Weisheng Yucan shot him a suspicious glance. "The tycoon who robbed you—is he the one whose wife keeps running away pregnant?"

Doctor Zhao sighed dramatically. "The very same."

Weisheng Yucan rolled her eyes and strode out with her phone. "What a lunatic. I’ll call him and make him share some of the meds."

Doctor Zhao hurried after her, alarmed. "But he said if his wife has a fever, he’ll declare war on the entire world!"

Without looking back, Weisheng Yucan scoffed, "I’m not the 'entire world.' Let’s see him try picking a fight with me!"

Instantly, Doctor Zhao’s gloomy expression brightened, his handsome features lighting up as he trotted after her like an eager puppy. "You’re so cool! What kind of boss are you?"

Weisheng Yucan: "CEO Wei!"

Doctor Zhao beamed, skipping to her side. "Got it, CEO Wei!"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Why does this seem… kind of sweet?

Little Xie rushed in, panting, clutching a handful of thermometers. "Miss, I brought the eleven digital thermometers you asked for!"

Qiao Chuchu took them. "You can go, Little Xie. This room is full of sick people—you might catch something."

Little Xie shook her head firmly. "Let me help you, Miss. You can’t handle all of them alone. I don’t want you exhausting yourself."

Qiao Chuchu gave her a calm look.

Little Xie immediately shut the door behind her!

Now, only Qiao Chuchu and the eleven feverish patients remained.

She had sent everyone else out to avoid contagion.

Approaching Pei Yuan’s bed, she placed a thermometer on him.

He stirred, groggy from the fever, blinking blearily at her.

She adjusted his arm to secure the thermometer properly.

His heart skipped—his body felt like it was floating in warm water. He wanted to speak but lacked the strength.

Qiao Chuchu pressed a cooling patch to his forehead.

Pei Yuan could barely keep his eyes open, his fingers weakly curling around the hem of her shirt.

Unaware, she drew the curtains and moved to Pei Che’s bedside.

Pei Che slept fitfully, but the moment she approached, his eyes fluttered open, his breath scorching. "Chuchu…"

She leaned down, gently touching his forehead.

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She placed the thermometer, then peeled open another cooling patch and stuck it on his forehead.

Pei Che sighed in relief, his fever-bright eyes meeting hers gratefully. "You’re working hard."

She shook her head. "Don’t be so formal. You took care of me when I was sick, didn’t you?"

After adjusting the curtains, she set a thermometer on Pei Youchuan.

Pei Youchuan kicked off his blanket, restless from the heat. "I’m burning up, Chuchu."

She stuck a cooling patch on his forehead. "There, that should help."

He sighed, relieved, his fingers clutching her sleeve. "Will you stay with me?"

She tucked his hand back under the blanket. "I’ll be in this room, but I still have others to check. One at a time."

Pei Youchuan’s lips pressed into a disappointed line. "Fine."

Next was Pei Fengnong—cooling patch and thermometer in one swift motion.

Pei Fengnong murmured weakly, "Don’t overexert yourself. I’ll be fine on my own."

She chuckled. "No way. When I was sick, all of you looked after me. I’m not running away now."

Pei Fengnong paused, his voice frail. "But there were many of us taking care of you. Now it’s just you handling all of us."

"You realize that now?" She shot him a mock glare. "I told you all to leave, but you insisted on crowding my room. And now look—everyone’s sick."

She tucked his blanket in, grinning. "But it’s fine. We share the joys and hardships together, right?~"

Pei Fengnong stared, a flicker of awe in his dulled eyes, before nodding silently.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci lay sprawled across two merged beds, groaning dramatically. "Chuchuuu~ Our dear Chuchuuu~ Come hereee~"

Qiao Chuchu sighed, closing the curtains. "Coming."

They stretched their arms out, pouting. "We ache all over. Can we have a hug to make it better?"

She pointed at Pei Youchuan. "No hugs, but I can offer Pei Youchuan’s slipper. Want that?"

Pei Youchuan, feverish and confused, turned his head. "?"

Pei Mu and Pei Ci flopped back in despair, kicking their legs weakly. "You don’t care about your gege at all!"

She rolled her eyes, adjusting their blankets, then gathered her hair into a loose bun.

Both men watched intently.

Her slender fingers swept her hair up, revealing the delicate curve of her neck, a few crimson strands escaping to frame her face.

Their mouths fell open slightly, eyes glued to her nape as they swallowed hard.

"Thirsty?"

Qiao Chuchu, now done with her hair, noticed their Adam’s apples bobbing. She grabbed a straw cup from the nightstand and held it to their lips.

They propped themselves up, sipping slowly, their eyes never leaving her.

After a few gulps, they murmured shyly, "We’re good."

She handed them thermometers. "Hold these. I’ll collect them in five minutes."

Pei Mu and Pei Ci blushed as red as boiled shrimp, reaching out to take the thermometer and tucking it under their arms. When their eyes met, each saw an indescribable tenderness lingering in the other's gaze.