From Sidekick to Bigshot

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

“Why is her temperature not going down?”

Every so often, Jian Yumin would touch Jian Yiling’s forehead. More than half the drip had been depleted, yet Jian Yiling’s temperature was still quite high.

Grandma Jian was incredibly anxious as well. However, she knew that it was useless to be anxious. Medicine didn’t become effective immediately.

Jian Yiling’s body felt heavy. She tossed around as she had a nightmare.

In her nightmare, she was Jian Yiling from the original novel. She dreamt that when she became seriously ill in the hospital, she had opened her phone. However, as she scrolled through her phone contacts, she came to the realization that there was no one who she could contact.

In her nightmare, she knew that she was about to die. However, she didn’t know who to say her last words to. Who would listen to her?

All of a sudden, she woke up from her dream. However, she saw that she was in the exact same hospital room.

“Are you awake?”

Jian Yumin’s voice beside her interrupted her thoughts.

Jian Yiling turned her head to look at him.

Jian Yumin was still in his pajamas. He looked at her with an expression filled with worry.

Grandma Jian also got up from the sofa in the hospital room.

“My darling, how are you doing?”

Grandma Jian asked as she walked over.

Suddenly, Jian Yiling realized that she had fallen sick.

She had forgotten that her current body and immune system was weak. It couldn’t handle the few hours of rest that she had every night.

“I’m fine.”

As Jian Yiling spoke, her voice was softer than usual. She articulated her words with quite some difficulty.

“What do you mean you’re fine? You’re evidently not fine! The doctor said that you had been burning up for quite some while. As a result, you’re still feverish right now. Did you just put up with your fever throughout the night?” Grandma Jian asked. Her voice sounded pained and upset.

Grandma Jian’s guess was correct. Jian Yiling had been busy until one in the morning. At that time, she felt that she was becoming ill.

However, she didn’t want to disturb her family, so she went to sleep.

When Jian Yiling didn’t respond, Grandma Jian knew that she guessed correctly.

Grandma Jian was on the verge of tears as she looked at Jian Yiling: “I’m so angry with you! If you’re sick, why don’t you tell me? I’m still young! I wouldn’t get upset if you wake me up in the middle of the night. However, you had a fever for so long that you’ve now developed gastroenteritis! I guess that you’ll only be eating congee for the next few days! I won’t give you anything good to eat!”

After Grandma Jian finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the hospital corridor to wait for the housekeeper. She had requested the housekeeper to bring food that was preserved in honey, candy, snacks, and so on.

After Grandma Jian left, Jian Yumin looked at Jian Yiling and said: “I don’t know what you eat on a daily basis. How are you still so light after you’ve grown up? It didn’t even take much effort to carry you here”

Jian Yiling’s gaze went to Jian Yumin’s pajamas, slippers, and hair.

His ash-gray hair was a mess. It looked like a chicken coop.

She realized that he must have been in quite a hurry if he didn’t even have time to change his clothes and brush his hair.

He was an idol. If someone were to take a photo of him right now, it’d be blackmail material.

“Thank… you.”

It was hard for Jian Yiling to speak with a dry throat.

Jian Yumin couldn’t help but smile at Jian Yiling. “You don’t need to thank me. If you want to thank me, get well as soon as possible. Look at the look on your face right now! It’s incredibly ugly.”

After Jian Yiling finished speaking, he paused for a moment. He realized that his words may have been quite inconsiderate.

Then he added, “I mean you look better when you’re not pale and bloodless. Don’t worry, you’re not ugly right now.”

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Jian Yumin knew that he didn’t know how to coax and sweet-talk girls. As a result, he asked:

“Hey, if you’re bored, I can sing for you. It usually costs money for others to listen to me sing.”