Professor Zhou Congwen and Zhou rose from an unpopular little doctor like a rocket, which Wang Xueteng witnessed with his own eyes.

But even in her dream, she never expected Zhou Congwen to be so fast.

Originally, Wang Xueteng should have handed over the entire warehouse a day ago and returned to the provincial capital and Zhou Congwen to report work with the statistics table.

Her most important job now is to meet all the requirements of Zhou Congwen.

Zhou Congwen's ascetic man... seemed to be more interested in masks than himself, which made Wang Xueteng particularly unhappy.

Wang Xueteng took a deep breath to curb the discomfort on his body.

Not only did she feel psychological discomfort when she thinks of the ascetic man, but she feels really uncomfortable in her body. Zhou Congwen, a "hapless" man, aggravated this reaction.

Recently, Wang Xueteng has been a little tired, has frequent breathing difficulties, and has a low fever.

But no matter what happened, Wang Xueteng could not be stopped because she knew Zhou Congwen's energy very well.

Moreover, as the days passed day by day, Wang Xueteng felt that this ascetic man's energy was far beyond his imagination.

Originally, Wang Xueteng should have flew back to the provincial capital yesterday to welcome Zhou Congwen at the airport, but the people from Zeiss company contacted her. In order to please Zhou Congwen, the multinational company hastily transported a warehouse mask over.

When should all 3m masks be used as a measure of weight and measure, Wang Xueteng didn't know.

But she knew very well why Zeiss was rushing to deliver masks to Zhou Congwen.

During the operation that just ended, Zhou Congwen and Huang Lao used shocking techniques to retrieve the queen from God's arms. Even optical giants like Zeiss have to have a good relationship with Zhou Congwen.

It is said that Huang Lao and Zhou Congwenwan understand that excimer laser ablation equipment were very clear. They had never used it before, but they were actually used in surgery and had good results.

In a short period of time, Zeiss almost emptied large warehouses along the European coast, without using cargo ships, but chartered a flight to deliver 3m masks to the imperial capital.

Wang Xueteng deeply understands the purpose behind this behavior.

And that ascetic man became more and more mysterious in Wang Xueteng's eyes.

Seeing the warehouse that had stockpiled nearly 20 million US dollars of masks, Wang Xueteng was also confused. She didn't know what Zhou Congwen wanted so many masks for, nor did she know how Zhou Congwen did it.

Just like magic, several huge warehouses were filled with them.

"Cough cough cough~" Wang Xueteng burst into tears and coughed a few times.

It should be a cold, Wang Xueteng sighed. Although he was sick, he still had to insist on delivering the list to Zhou Congwen before his task could be completed.

Take care of everything and buy a plane ticket to return to the provincial capital.

Along the way, Wang Xueteng's condition became worse and worse, and her cough became worse. Her body temperature was at least 38 degrees Celsius. Her basal body temperature was low, and 38 degrees Celsius was considered a high fever.

The situation today is even worse, and Wang Xueteng kept shivering. However, she didn't care about these things, so she would finish the task of that young master.

After insisting on returning to the provincial capital, Wang Xueteng contacted Zhou Congwen as soon as possible to report on the progress of the mask.

"Professor Zhou, the mask matters have been arranged. Our Olida Company...Zeis Company...Abbott Company..."

A series of numbers were spoken from Wang Xueteng's mouth, accompanied by coughing.

"What's wrong with you, Manager Wang?" Zhou Congwen's voice was a little cold and serious.

"I... cough cough, I'm having a cold." Wang Xueteng said, "I'm still having a fever, and my lungs are on fire."

Zhou Congwen, opposite the phone, was silent, and Wang Xueteng seemed to notice something was wrong.

Isn’t it just a flu? What happened to Zhou Congwen? As a doctor, does he still dislike the patient?

Wang Xueteng subconsciously felt a little nervous, afraid of causing dissatisfaction from the ascetic man.

She didn't notice that her view of Zhou Congwen had changed unknowingly, and it would probably take many years to think about the subtleties to be clear.

"Manager Wang, do people around you have a cold, too?" Zhou Congwen's voice was a little tight, which made Wang Xueteng stunned.

What does this mean?

It’s just an ordinary flu, late winter and early spring, isn’t it normal? Or is Zhou Congwen looking for excuses to curse himself? Wang Xueteng is confused.

"I'm asking you." Zhou Congwen's voice was cold and stern +1.

Wang Xueteng was stunned for a few seconds, and Zhou Congwen's voice became stern.

"..." Wang Xueteng almost cried, this was too much.

"Manager Wang, speak!"

"Professor Zhou, I'm the only one who caught a cold. I felt a little uncomfortable when I was in the provincial capital for a long time." Wang Xueteng quickly explained, "Maybe I'm busy going back and forth. I've watched the masks from several warehouses and sent them in with my own eyes. I checked them one by one and checked them one by one, and I haven't had a good sleep for several days."

Wang Xueteng felt more and more aggrieved the more he spoke. At the end of the conversation, he was already in tears.

"It's been a long time? It's like this in the provincial capital? Do you have any other discomfort?" Zhou Congwen's words seemed to have eased a little.

"No...oh, I have a bag on my stomach, the size of a coin. I may have a slightly lower immunity these days, so..."

"That's all right." Zhou Congwen relaxed in an instant, and the spring breeze blew in his words, "You come to the hospital and I'll show you."

"..." Wang Xueteng was confused by Zhou Congwen's way of speaking from the sky and from the ground.

"It may be an infection, but you can't be careless. I'm in the hospital, just come to the academician's workstation." Zhou Congwen finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Wang Xueteng felt wronged and almost cursed at the phone, scolding the stinky man who looked like a stranger and abstinent.

But life still has to continue. Although Zhou Congwen is cold in nature, he is not a scammer after all, and he can't even look at it for a while.

This made Wang Xueteng very relieved. He was always much better than other colleagues who met lustful old men.

Moreover, Zhou Congwen's strength is there, and Wang Xueteng knows that he has nothing to complain about. Even if others want to please, they don't have this opportunity. Zhou Congwen rarely contacts the manufacturer's people, even if the other party has a high status.

But now Wang Xueteng just wants to sleep, and at worst he can go to the hospital for infusion tomorrow. But Zhou Congwen insisted on being troublesome, and Wang Xueteng complained in his heart.

...

...

Zhou Congwen sat in the office and let out a long sigh.

As time approaches, Zhou Congwen is inevitably a little nervous. Especially when he hears Wang Xueteng saying that he has a cold and his lungs are on fire, he recalls the major infectious disease that changed the fate of countless people several years later.

And in 2003, it was just a preview.

Although the beginning was not so early, Zhou Congwen was afraid that some timeline would be reversed because of his rebirth.

It was not until Wang Xueteng said that there was a bag on his stomach that Zhou Congwen was relieved. It was probably a skin disease such as boils and carbuncles. Although this was a trivial matter, Zhou Congwen still had to see it with his own eyes.
Chapter completed!