Forced Couple Husband x Husband: C19

C19: Grave Illness

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_{“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.}
“Oh…” Aunty Zhang said in awe, “So that’s what happened? Why didn’t you say it clearly, then? I misunderstood it completely.” The older woman laughed heartily as she spoke.

“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.

_{“You heard it, yes? You heard what the doctor said, my love. Tonight, all of us will be here with Xiao Ye, and he will feel it. He will know we are all here for him. Our boy is strong.” Cang Fucheng lowered his gaze to meet his beloved’s. From beside them, the other family members chimed in.}“You heard it, yes? You heard what the doctor said, my love. Tonight, all of us will be here with Xiao Ye, and he will feel it. He will know we are all here for him. Our boy is strong.” Cang Fucheng lowered his gaze to meet his beloved’s. From beside them, the other family members chimed in.

“You heard it, yes? You heard what the doctor said, my love. Tonight, all of us will be here with Xiao Ye, and he will feel it. He will know we are all here for him. Our boy is strong.” Cang Fucheng lowered his gaze to meet his beloved’s. From beside them, the other family members chimed in.

_{“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.}Like royal soldiers standing guard, Cang Xingrong and Cang Xingyan stood near their younger brother’s bedside, their gazes fixed on the expressions of the doctor performing the exam.

“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

_{“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.}
“Well, that's that. I’ll be on my way, then.” Choking down the sourness in his mouth and throat, Sinian simply left the kitchen.

“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

_{“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.}
For the rest of that evening, perhaps due to his overconsumption of vinegar, Sinian clutched his aching belly. It led to him drinking copious amounts of water in hopes of diluting the vinegar in his gut, which in turn led to constant visits to the outhouse to take care of the increased number of nature’s calls.

“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.

_{As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.}In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.

_{“If the young lord does not make it through the night, then I fear it will be just as you have guessed, young master.” The doctor nodded, his tone grave.}
As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.

“If the young lord does not make it through the night, then I fear it will be just as you have guessed, young master.” The doctor nodded, his tone grave.

_{“Agreed. We will all be here.” Li Chunjiao spoke up as well. Xiao Ye was also the boy who grew up before her eyes and a younger brother she held deep affection for. Yet now this lively youth was laying before her lifelessly, shattering her heart to pieces.}
It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.

“Agreed. We will all be here.” Li Chunjiao spoke up as well. Xiao Ye was also the boy who grew up before her eyes and a younger brother she held deep affection for. Yet now this lively youth was laying before her lifelessly, shattering her heart to pieces.

_{In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.}
“Xiao Ye, son?” She called before stepping forward.

In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.}“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.

“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.

_{“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.}“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.

_{“Well, that's that. I’ll be on my way, then.” Choking down the sourness in his mouth and throat, Sinian simply left the kitchen.}
“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.

“Well, that's that. I’ll be on my way, then.” Choking down the sourness in his mouth and throat, Sinian simply left the kitchen.

_{“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.}“You heard it, yes? You heard what the doctor said, my love. Tonight, all of us will be here with Xiao Ye, and he will feel it. He will know we are all here for him. Our boy is strong.” Cang Fucheng lowered his gaze to meet his beloved’s. From beside them, the other family members chimed in.

“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.

_{“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.}
“Madam, the young master seems to have a fever,” the attendant beside Madam Cang said after accidentally touching her young master’s skin.

“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.

_{“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.}It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.

“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

_N/A“Little brother, he...” Cang Xingyan was the next to speak. “He will wake up. I will watch him awake with my very own eyes,” he added with reddened eyes and clenched fists.

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_{“Little brother, he...” Cang Xingyan was the next to speak. “He will wake up. I will watch him awake with my very own eyes,” he added with reddened eyes and clenched fists.}
“A fever?!” The panicked mother placed her hand on her son’s forehead at the attendant's words, her expression immediately changing.

“Little brother, he...” Cang Xingyan was the next to speak. “He will wake up. I will watch him awake with my very own eyes,” he added with reddened eyes and clenched fists.

_{“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.}
“Go call the doctor at once and send someone to call His Lordship back.”

“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.

_{“Go call the doctor at once and send someone to call His Lordship back.”}“Madam, the young master seems to have a fever,” the attendant beside Madam Cang said after accidentally touching her young master’s skin.

“Go call the doctor at once and send someone to call His Lordship back.”

_{“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.}“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.

_{C19: Grave Illness}
“Yes, Madam.” The attendant anxiously scuttled away.

C19: Grave Illness

_{“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.}
In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.}“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.

In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{“Xiao Ye, son?” She called before stepping forward.}“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.

“Xiao Ye, son?” She called before stepping forward.

_{For the rest of that evening, perhaps due to his overconsumption of vinegar, Sinian clutched his aching belly. It led to him drinking copious amounts of water in hopes of diluting the vinegar in his gut, which in turn led to constant visits to the outhouse to take care of the increased number of nature’s calls.}
Like royal soldiers standing guard, Cang Xingrong and Cang Xingyan stood near their younger brother’s bedside, their gazes fixed on the expressions of the doctor performing the exam.

For the rest of that evening, perhaps due to his overconsumption of vinegar, Sinian clutched his aching belly. It led to him drinking copious amounts of water in hopes of diluting the vinegar in his gut, which in turn led to constant visits to the outhouse to take care of the increased number of nature’s calls.

_{“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.}Grasping her husband’s hand, Du Shishi added, “He will recover. Our little brother will get well; there is no need to fret.”

_{As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.}“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

_{As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.}
“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.

_{“A fever?!” The panicked mother placed her hand on her son’s forehead at the attendant's words, her expression immediately changing.}
“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.

“A fever?!” The panicked mother placed her hand on her son’s forehead at the attendant's words, her expression immediately changing.

_{“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.}“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.

“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.

_{It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.}
“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.

It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.

_{“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.}“Yes, Madam.” The attendant anxiously scuttled away.

_{In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.}For the rest of that evening, perhaps due to his overconsumption of vinegar, Sinian clutched his aching belly. It led to him drinking copious amounts of water in hopes of diluting the vinegar in his gut, which in turn led to constant visits to the outhouse to take care of the increased number of nature’s calls.

In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{“Well, that's that. I’ll be on my way, then.” Choking down the sourness in his mouth and throat, Sinian simply left the kitchen.}It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.

“Well, that's that. I’ll be on my way, then.” Choking down the sourness in his mouth and throat, Sinian simply left the kitchen.

_{As the youngest among them, Sinian lost composure after hearing the doctor’s words. A wail escaped him, and he ran out of the room in tears.}
“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.

As the youngest among them, Sinian lost composure after hearing the doctor’s words. A wail escaped him, and he ran out of the room in tears.

_{Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.}
“If the young lord does not make it through the night, then I fear it will be just as you have guessed, young master.” The doctor nodded, his tone grave.

Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.

_{C19: Grave Illness}“Father is right.” Cang Xingrong sniffled. “We are all here and will stay by our little brother’s side.” Nonetheless, he spoke confidently for his youngest brother—the boy he found the most adorable and loved from his birth until now—the boy, no young man, who would surely get well.

C19: Grave Illness

_{“Madam, the young master seems to have a fever,” the attendant beside Madam Cang said after accidentally touching her young master’s skin.}
“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

“Madam, the young master seems to have a fever,” the attendant beside Madam Cang said after accidentally touching her young master’s skin.

_{In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.}“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{Like royal soldiers standing guard, Cang Xingrong and Cang Xingyan stood near their younger brother’s bedside, their gazes fixed on the expressions of the doctor performing the exam.}
“That’s right. Our Xiao Ye will not. He cannot.” Cang Fucheng embraced his wife, whose body was crumbling onto his own. “Luck is on his side. He has always managed to fight his way through it in the past, as well. He did it then, and he will do it again. We need to believe in him.” His words were firm, while the hand patting her back moved gently.

Like royal soldiers standing guard, Cang Xingrong and Cang Xingyan stood near their younger brother’s bedside, their gazes fixed on the expressions of the doctor performing the exam.

_{Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.}N/A

Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.

_{In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.}“Yes, Madam.” The attendant anxiously scuttled away.

In no time at all, throughout every corner of the Cang manor, news of the youngest master’s illness had spread.

_{As the youngest among them, Sinian lost composure after hearing the doctor’s words. A wail escaped him, and he ran out of the room in tears.}It was summer, so the weather was not exactly cold. But the place where Cang Xingye sat was rather windy, and he was there, sleeping, for most of the afternoon. When Madam Cang returned from her social commitments, this was how she found her youngest son, huddled outside with cool air blowing while fast asleep.

As the youngest among them, Sinian lost composure after hearing the doctor’s words. A wail escaped him, and he ran out of the room in tears.

_{“Go call the doctor at once and send someone to call His Lordship back.”}
“You heard it, yes? You heard what the doctor said, my love. Tonight, all of us will be here with Xiao Ye, and he will feel it. He will know we are all here for him. Our boy is strong.” Cang Fucheng lowered his gaze to meet his beloved’s. From beside them, the other family members chimed in.

“Go call the doctor at once and send someone to call His Lordship back.”

_{“Oh…” Aunty Zhang said in awe, “So that’s what happened? Why didn’t you say it clearly, then? I misunderstood it completely.” The older woman laughed heartily as she spoke.}
“Father is right.” Cang Xingrong sniffled. “We are all here and will stay by our little brother’s side.” Nonetheless, he spoke confidently for his youngest brother—the boy he found the most adorable and loved from his birth until now—the boy, no young man, who would surely get well.

“Oh…” Aunty Zhang said in awe, “So that’s what happened? Why didn’t you say it clearly, then? I misunderstood it completely.” The older woman laughed heartily as she spoke.

_{“Agreed. We will all be here.” Li Chunjiao spoke up as well. Xiao Ye was also the boy who grew up before her eyes and a younger brother she held deep affection for. Yet now this lively youth was laying before her lifelessly, shattering her heart to pieces.}For the rest of that evening, perhaps due to his overconsumption of vinegar, Sinian clutched his aching belly. It led to him drinking copious amounts of water in hopes of diluting the vinegar in his gut, which in turn led to constant visits to the outhouse to take care of the increased number of nature’s calls.

_{“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.}“If the young lord does not make it through the night, then I fear it will be just as you have guessed, young master.” The doctor nodded, his tone grave.

_{Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.}C19: Grave Illness

Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.

_{“Xiao Ye, son?” She called before stepping forward.}
“Agreed. We will all be here.” Li Chunjiao spoke up as well. Xiao Ye was also the boy who grew up before her eyes and a younger brother she held deep affection for. Yet now this lively youth was laying before her lifelessly, shattering her heart to pieces.

“Xiao Ye, son?” She called before stepping forward.

_{“I’m afraid that this time the young lord’s illness has worsened. His fever is also rather severe, so I will write him a prescription. We will start by having him drink two sets tonight. If he makes it through the night, he will, for the most part, be out of danger,” the doctor replied while wearing a solemn expression.}“W-what? Our Xiao Ye will... No, no! Honey, our Xiao Ye will not!” The distraught Madam Cang grabbed hold of her husband’s collar, crumpling it in her plight.

_{“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.}
“Little brother, he...” Cang Xingyan was the next to speak. “He will wake up. I will watch him awake with my very own eyes,” he added with reddened eyes and clenched fists.

_{“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.}“Yes, doctor? How is our son?” Cang Fucheng also asked with brows tightly stitched.

“How is he, doctor?” Madam Cang asked with a hitch in her voice upon seeing the doctor stand up.

_{“Make it throughout the night? What happens if he... Cang Xingrong cut his words short, not daring to speak any further, fearing more than anything that the answer would be precisely what he had thought.}Grasping her husband’s hand, Du Shishi added, “He will recover. Our little brother will get well; there is no need to fret.”

_N/A
Grasping her husband’s hand, Du Shishi added, “He will recover. Our little brother will get well; there is no need to fret.”

N/A

_{“Father is right.” Cang Xingrong sniffled. “We are all here and will stay by our little brother’s side.” Nonetheless, he spoke confidently for his youngest brother—the boy he found the most adorable and loved from his birth until now—the boy, no young man, who would surely get well.}
As the youngest among them, Sinian lost composure after hearing the doctor’s words. A wail escaped him, and he ran out of the room in tears.

“Father is right.” Cang Xingrong sniffled. “We are all here and will stay by our little brother’s side.” Nonetheless, he spoke confidently for his youngest brother—the boy he found the most adorable and loved from his birth until now—the boy, no young man, who would surely get well.

_{“Yes, Madam.” The attendant anxiously scuttled away.}
Outside, he cried; the young boy whimpered until he even lost control of his breath.

“Yes, Madam.” The attendant anxiously scuttled away.

_{“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.}As for that wayward young master of his, he was back at his mother’s residence. Sadly, he was then informed by the butler that his mother had already left the house via carriage. Hearing the news, his first thought was to simply wait for his mother to return. Finding a seat next to a pillar of the pavilion, he sat down and waited, but at some point, he had fallen asleep.

“Xiao Ye, wake up. Wake up! Xiao Ye!” She shook her son, who remained unresponsive.

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