Gu Yan worked swiftly. In a matter of minutes, he had prepared a bowl of piping hot soup. "It's hot so you'll want to drink it slowly lest you scald your tongue. It's been prepared using a selection of Chinese herbs. It'll do your body good."
Before he left for the hospital, Gu Yan had directed Ji Fei to allow the soup to simmer so that it would be ready for when they returned.
Qin Shu struggled to sit up and had to lean on the headboard for support. It was clear from the way Gu Yan stood there by her bedside like a vacant statue that he had little experience looking after someone else. She could not blame him, however. Gu Yan was the very picture of a pampered young master. His whole life had been paved out for him from the moment he was born. Growing up in the lap of luxury, Gu Yan was not the most sensitive to the needs of others.
