บท 36: Force-feeding Bitter Medicine.

Mu Yunsheng's eyes held her gaze, as he said, "I'm not asking you to sit this fever out, but your work has to be limited to light chores which involve less body movements. By the way, one less pair of hands won't make a big difference, if you choose not to take part in any household works for two to three days."

Song Huan bent her gaze at her son. The furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes spoke loudly about her displeasure at the sentences.

Mu Yunsheng saw it from his peripheral vision. "Sweating out a fever is nothing but a myth. Exhausting yourself physically will halt the healing process. Then, we have to stop our work to take care of you. I can't face your father's outbursts." He prayed for Tang Yu to perceive his actual intention behind the words. "He will throw tantrums and set tongues wagging in my village. Who would want that?"

Song Huan calmed down, understanding her son's intention.

Tang Yu nodded after staring at Mu Yunsheng for a few seconds.