Re-embroidering life

Chapter 162 Health Care

The night was as dark as thick ink. A burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps broke the silence among the dark shadows.

Ji Zixuan's figure was elongated in the moonlight, his face was full of anxiety, and he walked hurriedly, almost rushing into the room.

"Zimo!" His voice was trembling as he rushed to the head of Ji Zimo's bed and carefully examined his expression. Ji Zimo was much calmer after taking the medicine, but his face was still flushed with drunkenness, and his breath was full of alcohol.

Shui Qinghua watched coldly from the side. She could feel that Ji Zixuan's love for Ji Zimo was genuine and without any disguise.

Ji Zixuan turned to Shui Qinghua, with a hint of reproach on his face: "As his wife, you knew that he couldn't drink, so why didn't you remind him and let him drink so much?"

Shui Qinghua ignored his criticism, with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "My husband was born unable to drink?"

Ji Zixuan frowned and replied in a deep voice: "Don't you know? He has been reacting to drinking since he was a child."

Shui Qinghua understood, and she answered calmly: "Since we got married, I have never seen my husband drink, I just thought he didn't like it. Today he was drunk in the front yard, and I was not with him. I always feel that what happened today is unusual. Do you think it was an accident, or someone did it on purpose?"

Ji Zixuan paused, his eyes became deep, and a variety of complex emotions flashed across his face. Shui Qinghua whispered: "My husband almost lost his life today!"

Ji Zixuan's eyebrows jumped and his face turned pale.

Shui Qinghua turned and walked to the window, looking at the night outside, thinking in her heart: If it was intentional, what was the other party's purpose? Ji Zimo had no grudges against him, so he would not want his life. She smiled and shook her head, driving away this ridiculous thought.

It was not until the evening of the next day that Ji Zimo woke up from his hangover. He had a splitting headache, as if thousands of needles were stabbing in his brain. There was only a dim light in the room, and a soft silhouette was looming in the light.

Ji Zimo's heart began to beat violently. He tried his best to open his eyes wide and stared at the figure for a long time. Only when he was sure that it was his wife did he feel relieved and couldn't help breathing heavily.

"Qinghua, it's you." His voice was hoarse with a hint of relief.

Shui Qinghua came over, gently lifted the hair that was blocking his eyes with her slender fingers, and gave him another cup of water, her movements gentle and careful.

She asked curiously, "Why do you say it's me?"

Ji Zimo smiled sweetly, recalling the frightening scene in the Yunshui Pavilion: "The woman in the pavilion was indeed you. You were the one who brought me back."

Shui Qinghua's face changed slightly, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise: "I have never been to the water pavilion."

Ji Zimo suddenly became nervous, feeling uneasy: "Then how did I get back here?"

Shui Qinghua explained softly, "At that time, my sister-in-law insisted on accompanying me to see you, but I refused because I was afraid she had bad intentions. But I was still worried, so I secretly asked Yuhua to notify Tang Hao to go to Yunshui Pavilion to pick you up."

Ji Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated: "So that's it."

Shui Qinghua sat on the edge of the bed, remembering that Tang Hao once told her that he didn't see any unusual people or things in the water pavilion. Then who was the mysterious woman that Ji Zimo mentioned?

"Don't think too much, maybe she's just a maid passing by." Ji Zimo comforted his wife.

Shui Qinghua nodded, put this aside, and asked again: "My husband knew that he couldn't drink, so why did he get drunk?"

Ji Zimo recalled uncertainly: "I was in the middle of a conversation, so I picked up a teacup beside me and drank it in one gulp. After the tea went down my throat, I felt like my stomach was on fire, maybe I took someone else's wine glass by mistake. Then, I passed out."

Their eyes met in the dim light, leaving a trace of unanswered questions in each other's hearts.

Ji Zimo recovered quickly, and was full of energy after two days. The doctor came to his house for a follow-up examination and concluded that Ji Zimo was fine and just needed to take good care of himself. Ji Zimo and Shui Qinghua put aside the matter of drunkenness and threw themselves into their own busy work.

Ji Zimo would receive invitations from his former classmates and literary friends every day, either to have tea and discuss philosophy, or to enjoy paintings and recite poems. Ji Zimo was just being polite, and always agreed to 70% to 80% of them. Shui Qinghua repeatedly told him not to drink, and even specially assigned a down-to-earth servant to follow him closely to ensure that he ate properly.

Shui Qinghua herself was busy with the affairs of Shui Xiu Fang. She knew that she would not stay in Jiangxia for long, and she needed to hurry up to finalize the cooperation between Shui Xiu Fang and Chu Xiu Pavilion so that Yu Hua and Tang Hao could take over smoothly in the future.

On this day, Shui Qinghua invited Tang Hao and Yu Hua to go to Chuxiu Pavilion to discuss the cooperation terms with the other party's chief steward. She found that whenever she looked at Tang Hao, he always looked at her evasively.

After the discussion, the three of them walked out of Chuxiu Pavilion and onto the busy street. Shui Qinghua suddenly stopped and turned to look at Tang Hao: "Tang Hao, what happened? You always seem to be uneasy."

Tang Hao was at a loss for words by Shui Qinghua's sudden question. He shook his head hastily: "Sister-in-law, I'm fine."

Hearing this, Shui Yuhua also stared at Tang Hao curiously.

Tang Hao looked at Yuhua and emphasized again: "I'm really fine, I'm just a little tired recently and can't concentrate."

After hearing this, Shui Qinghua told Tang Hao to take care of himself, then said goodbye to the two of them and went home.

After returning home, Shui Qinghua walked into the study, the scent of ink floating in the air, and her heart calmed down. She picked up the pen and wrote down her future plan for Shuixiufang, and also drew a blueprint for the future of Dajia Street. In her vision, Dajia Street will be renamed Chuxiu Street in the future, no longer an ordinary street, but a gathering place for Chu embroidery craftsmanship.

Time passed quietly under the pen tip, and two hours passed in a flash. When the lights came on, Shui Qinghua finally stopped writing. She blew gently on the wet ink, and a sense of accomplishment surged in her chest.

She stood up from the chair and suddenly felt a black screen in front of her eyes, as if a layer of black gauze suddenly covered her vision, and her head was buzzing. She immediately sat down, closed her eyes, leaned back in the chair, and waited for the dizziness to pass.

After a few breaths, the discomfort finally subsided and her vision became clear again. Shui Qinghua gently rubbed her temples, thinking to herself that after a long journey back to Jiangxia, she immediately threw herself into the work at the embroidery workshop, and she was indeed a little overworked during this period.

She laughed at herself, perhaps she was destined to be a hard worker. No matter the hardships in her past life or the struggles in this life, her steps never seemed to stop. The painful lessons of her past life were engraved in her mind, reminding her of the importance of health. She sighed softly: It's time to slow down and take good care of this tired body.