The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 402: Holding Nan Yu’s Hand

The third hour.

The pain had increased tenfold from the beginning, Huo Juanyan felt as if his entire body was in a sea of fire, with poison filling the seams of his bones.

Under the dual torment, his body no longer felt like his own.

There was even a moment when he thought he was back in that car accident from years ago, when he lost his legs.

"Mm..."

Unable to hold back any longer, a cry of pain escaped through his clenched teeth.

Nan Yu asked, "Do you need me to alleviate the pain?"

Huo Juanyan clearly heard these words, and he remembered what Nan Yu said yesterday, that he must stay conscious and endure the pain in order to recover sooner.

He shook his head with difficulty, "No."

He decisively rejected Nan Yu’s suggestion.

There was a certain gravity in Nan Yu’s gaze as she started to cheer Huo Juanyan on.

"Then hang in there, just a little longer, two hours will quickly pass."

"Mm."

Huo Juanyan clenched his eyes shut, his entire body soaked with sweat on the bedsheets, yet he still maintained the initial lying position, not moving an inch.

Suddenly, an even more intense and violent pain swept over him like a tornado.

The unexpected intense pain made Huo Juanyan’s temples throb violently, and his left hand reflexively grabbed at anything it could.

The next second, he had grabbed Nan Yu’s right hand, which was taking his pulse.

Nan Yu’s body abruptly leaned forward, coming face to face with Huo Juanyan, whose eyes were closed.

She looked at Huo Juanyan below her, whose lips were pale with agony, enduring all the pain by himself, biting his teeth.

The motion she initially wanted to pull her hand away stopped silently, allowing him to grip it.

"Hope this makes you feel a bit better."

Huo Juanyan, immersed in pain, did not realize that what he was grabbing was Nan Yu’s hand; he thought it was something else.

He clenched tightly onto that thing, as if grasping at the last straw to save his life.

In the fourth hour, the pain began to slowly diminish, and Huo Juanyan’s grip on Nan Yu’s hand loosened a little.

By the last hour, the pain gradually subsided.

But Huo Juanyan still held onto Nan Yu’s hand, as if he couldn’t bear to let go, holding it tight.

Nan Yu did not refuse, carefully observing Huo Juanyan’s condition, seeing that he had made it through, a slight smile of relief appeared on her lips.

Five hours quickly passed.

Huo Juanyan’s muddled mind also gradually cleared.

Then, he slowly opened those deep black eyes.

The first thing he saw when he opened them was Nan Yu’s clear eyes, which had an obvious smile in their depths.

"Huo Family Head, congratulations, you’ve made it through."

Huo Juanyan couldn’t help but show a rare relaxed smile.

Suddenly, he noticed a warm touch in his palm; he turned to look.

And he saw that he was holding onto Nan Yu’s fair and reddened wrist tightly.

Huo Juanyan hurriedly let go, his face apologetic.

"Miss Nan, I’m sorry."

His voice was extremely hoarse.

Nan Yu then withdrew her hand, rubbing the reddened wrist, and said with a smile, "It’s okay."

Then, she bent down and began removing the acupuncture needles from Huo Juanyan.

Huo Juanyan lowered his gaze; from his angle, he could clearly see Nan Yu’s reddened wrist, and something darkened in the depths of his eyes.

Nan Yu’s skin was naturally pale, making the reddened area even more striking.

ten minutes later, after Nan Yu had removed all of the Silver Needles, she turned to Huo Juanyan and said, "Huo Family Head, shall I help you into the medicinal bath?"

Upon hearing her voice, Huo Juanyan abruptly lifted his head, his voice raspy.

"It’s not necessary."

Nan Yu, perplexed, looked at him, "You don’t have the strength right now; you can’t get up by yourself, let me help you."

Huo Juanyan gazed at that reddened wrist, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, then averted his eyes.

"Miss Nan, I can manage on my own, no need to trouble you."