I Really Am Sick

Xie Ran: Other people have all kinds of golden fingers. They can fly through the sky, burrow underground, or have a pocket dimension with spirit fields... Mine is different. My golden finger exists solely to make my life difficult, tormenting me eight hundred times a day! System: This System is dedicated to serving you and providing the most authentic experience of pain and illness. Xie Ran: So all I can do is go with the flow and shout it out loud: I'm sick! Got a problem with that? Come fight me! Ling Zhi: My gong's style really is... Never mind. I'll fight him another day. ~(Ψ▼-▼) . [Important Notes] A few warnings about this story: 1. The gong is sickly because it suits the author's personal tastes. If that's not for you, please don't read. 2. The System can speak, but can't communicate like a human. It's only a little better than Siri. 3. One-on-one pairing. Both characters' memories are temporarily blocked. Weibo: Gu Du Zhuo Yan Check out another historical sweet romance in my author column, also featuring a sickly gong: Shen Yan has had a hard life. Being an illegitimate son of unknown origins in a general's household is no easy thing. He dreams of turning his fortunes around, and one day finally meets a powerful figure of mysterious identity! Though this is a lunatic who chased Shen Yan down the road for no reason, trying to hack him to pieces. And he's frail and sickly, liable to cough up blood and pass out at the slightest provocation... But Shen Yan calculates that he really is the genuine, heaven-chosen sort, with a bright future ahead. To cling to his coattails, Shen Yan decides to take the roundabout route and do his best to trick him into becoming his underling. Shen Yan: From now on, I'm your boss! Call me Boss, and I'll protect you! He'd thought this was a delicate, sickly beauty. He never expected that when it came to fighting, Shen Yan, future top military scholar, would be the one taking a beating. Tang Yuanzhou is a wanton tyrant. He'll order an entire family executed, leaving rivers of blood, or simply award someone dozens of strokes with the court cane, beating his ministers until they wail and their skin splits. The first time Tang Yuanzhou saw Shen Yan, he drew his sword on the spot. Had he really seen the enemy he'd killed with his own hands five years ago, right there outside the palace? Shen Yan looks exactly like his enemy. Shen Yan has two dimples when he smiles. Shen Yan is the medicine he can't live without... Those eyes had once embodied Tang Yuanzhou's nightmares and hatred. Later, they became the sweetest honey of his life. Shen Yan: I heard I was mistaken for the chief eunuch who died five years ago? Take a good look. Your boss is still your boss! (Takes off his pants) Tang Yuanzhou: Fine. You brought this on yourself. Shen Yan: Why aren't you following the usual script? In the stories, you're supposed to mistake me for your enemy's replacement and torture me in every way imaginable... Tang Yuanzhou: Come. Let's discuss how I'm going to punish you tonight, dear subject, in my bed. . . Shen Yan: I can actually cure the emperor's illness. I've become the medicine that saves his life... His Majesty can't survive without me, so I deserve to stand here with my hands on my hips and feel proud. A beautiful, powerful, tragic, ruthless, and wanton emperor gong X a cheerful, dependable-on-the-inside future top military scholar shou Story blurb: . The pretend-serious message behind I Really Am Sick: Message: This story is meant to show the positive attitude we hope to have in the face of illness. Disease can cling to our bodies, but it cannot hold our souls captive. Keep the sunshine in your heart and see life's beautiful colors. This isn't about telling you how to be brave and strong. It's simply about showing a calm attitude that takes things in stride and doesn't make them seem so huge. Don't focus all your attention on the pain. Learn to lift your head and look at the beauty and love in life.