The doctor came to draw her blood and gave her antipyretic medicine.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia stayed by her bedside.
Chang Xia couldn't help but mutter: "Boss, this is too much. The young lady is already in poor health."
Of course Yuan Man also knew that their boss was too much, but what could a subordinate say about the matter between their husband and wife?
That means causing trouble.
Moreover, Zhuo Jian almost flew away. Yuan Maneng could understand Fu Yanye's mood at that time, and it must have been extremely bad.
But hearing Zhuo Jian keep calling him "young master", Yuan Man felt pain in his heart again.
In fact, the young lady of her family just wants a small and stable life.
Zhuo Jian has never been a person who wants to be grand, she longs for small happiness.
But the little happiness that others can have seems destined to be something she envies but cannot get.
Rich people rarely have those little blessings.
And there were too many misunderstandings between them.
Yuan Man sighed helplessly, "Let's keep a close watch on the young lady and hope she gets well soon."
"Then, where are the young gentlemen?"
Chang Xia asked.
"Is that something we can control? Only the young lady can find a way."
Yuan Man looked at the person on the bed and said to Chang Xia.
"Why does the boss treat the young lady like this? Our young lady seems to be soft-spoken rather than tough."
"..."
Yuan Man didn't expect that Chang Xia, with such a carefree temper, could actually tell whether Zhuo Jian was soft or hard.
In fact, many people probably know that Zhuo Jian has such a personality.
It's just that the one who is her pillow doesn't seem to understand very well.
"Will the boss come to see the young lady at night?"
Chang Xia looked at Zhuo Jian again and asked, if Zhuo Jian is like this, someone should take good care of him, right?
"have no idea."
Yuan Man looked helpless. She had called her a long time ago, but Fu Yanye only said coldly, "I know."
Zhuo Jian woke up again at around four in the afternoon, and it was already dark.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia had been sitting next to her and watching over her. When they saw her waking up, they immediately came forward and said, "Young madam, are you awake?"
"Where are the children?"
Zhuo Jian looked at the two of them, and the first question he asked made them both look embarrassed.
"Are they okay?"
Zhuo Jian changed the question.
The two nodded, and Yuan Man said: "They are both very good."
Zhuo Jian felt relieved when she heard that they were all fine, and then looked hopelessly at the roof. Her eyes were still very hot, and the fever had not gone away.
Fortunately, the blood tests showed no other symptoms.
But for two days in a row, Fu Yanye didn't give her any news.
Zhuo Jian could only know from Yuan Man and Chang Xia that the children were fine every day.
That night, her cell phone suddenly rang, and she turned to look at the illuminated cell phone screen next to her pillow. She could no longer see anything clearly, but there was a voice in her heart, it was him, it must be him.
She took the phone and looked at the screen for a long time. After opening it, she slowly put the phone to her ear: "Hello?"
"Has the fever gone?"
There was a familiar, cold voice on the other end.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian whispered in agreement.
"When your son calls you, you say something to him."
Fu Yanye made a faint sound.
"Mother?"
Then Zhuo Jian heard the soft voice of mother coming from the receiver, and her blurry eyes suddenly couldn't see anything.
"Mother?"
Unable to hear her voice on the other end, she called out again, looking at the man lying next to her with her big eyes.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes stared at the mobile phone beside Chengcheng's ear.
"Mom is here, Chengcheng, do you miss your mother?"
She held the phone tightly with both hands, and it took a long time to calm down her excitement and ask these words.
Chengcheng's soft and soft voice asked her doubts: "I wonder, Mom, why don't you go home?"