Tang Wulin's level of care for Gu Yue was immediately raised to "maximum alert."
During rounds, the doctor specifically instructed them that Gu Yue had yet to regain her strength. The IV line and catheter had not been removed, so she had to remain strictly in bed. At most, she could sit up a little. She absolutely could not get out of bed, much less make any large movements.
Tang Wulin treated those words as an imperial decree and carried them out to the letter. Whenever Gu Yue tried to lift the covers to stretch, or wanted to prop her pillow a little higher, he would immediately spring up like an alert sheepdog and stare at her with an expression mixing worry and severity. "Honey, lie down. The doctor said you need rest." "Honey, don't move around. Be careful not to tug the needle."
At first, Gu Yue obediently listened out of guilt and weakness, lying bonelessly in the hospital bed like a rag doll with its frame removed. But human nature was resilient, especially for someone like Gu Yue, who had a slight rebellious streak deep in her bones. After lying there for most of the day, stiff all over and bored out of her mind, coupled with all the minor discomforts returning as the medicine wore off, her patience slowly deflated like a leaking balloon.
Thus, a guerrilla war against Tang Wulin's "overprotection" quietly began in the hospital room.
Tactic One: Pain Diversion.
Whenever Tang Wulin lowered his head to scroll through his phone, or briefly reported on the situation to Xu Xiaoyan—forced to keep it brief under Gu Yue's stern gaze—Gu Yue would suddenly furrow her brows, bite her lower lip, and let out an extremely soft, suppressed gasp. "Hiss..."
Tang Wulin reacted instantly, throwing aside his