Chapter Nine One Side of Angel and One Side of Demon
The woman in her arms closed her eyes tightly, her long black eyelashes drooping under her eyelids, and blue eye circles appeared. Her face was as white as porcelain, but there was a hint of paleness.
Huo Shaoyan's arms were barely around her waist, and he pressed her head into his arms to prevent her from falling.
Thinking of something again, his big hand brushed away the broken hair from her forehead without hesitation and reached up.
Her forehead was cold and there was no trace of fever. He breathed a sigh of relief, lifted her body up, half-carried her, and walked to the second floor.
What she is holding is like a ball of light cotton, soft but too light.
His brows furrowed a little more, and he glanced at the person in his arms with dissatisfaction. How had she spent the past few days?
He didn't know where her room was, so he followed the room on the right and left and opened the door.
The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and the strong and hot sunlight poured in from the outside, forming mottled highlights on the white bed.
He swept over her lightly, then carried her to the bed, took apart the neatly stacked quilts, and covered her body.
He left very quietly and closed the door quietly. Her peaceful sleeping face was isolated behind the door, and then he went to make a phone call.
In the hospital, on the white hospital bed, Jin Zun was lying quietly on it. In his sleep, all the bad energy between his brows had gone away, and his sleeping face was surprisingly peaceful.
The doctor in a white coat stood at the side, holding a medical record in his hand. At this moment, the brushes were moving, and at the same time he said to the male assistant beside him: "Acute gastroenteritis, fortunately it was sent in time.
Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
His white eyebrows moved and he glanced at Jin Zun on the hospital bed, "I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never seen a patient who ruined his body like this. He probably didn't eat well and drank a lot of alcohol.
When he wakes up, remember to remind him that he must eat well in the future. If this body does not take good care of itself, the stomach will be perforated next time!"
The doctor's calm words were not harsh, but they could tell the truth better.
After hearing this, the male assistant pursed his lips slightly and did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescence. Their boss always had his own opinions, how could he be persuaded, eh.
"No!" A firm voice interrupted their conversation, and both of them raised their heads. Jin Zunzheng got up from the bed with difficulty, reached out to cover his stomach, and there was a slight crease between his eyebrows, and then he calmly said
Get up from bed.
The black suit has long been replaced by a blue and white striped hospital gown. The uniform hospital gown does not look funny on him, but it brings out a different kind of beauty.
The male assistant immediately stepped forward to stop him, "Boss, your body..."
Jin Zun raised his hand to stop what he was going to say, and his dark eyes filled with unruly eyes, "No need, I know my body myself!"
As he said this, he was about to get out of bed. The male assistant nervously stepped forward to help him, "Boss, please lie down on the bed. You-"
Jin Zun waved away his extended hand and said with a stern look, "Don't worry, I won't die yet."
"Boss..." the male assistant hesitated to speak.
"Well -" Jin Zun glanced over with a very meaningful look, and then chuckled with the corners of his lips pulled, "I look so useless, do you need you to remind me again and again!?"
The words were not serious, but the male assistant began to sweat on his forehead, and then retreated, "Yes, boss!"
"Qu Mo, my clothes?" Jin Zun said lightly, but there was a hint of command in his words.
The male assistant named Qu Mo gave him a complicated look, and after a long time he nodded firmly, "Yes, boss!"
"Are you going to be discharged from the hospital?" The old doctor next to him, who heard their conversation clearly, said in shock and adjusted the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Is there a problem?" Jin Zun raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and looked at the old doctor next to him.
"Your body is not suitable for discharge now. I suggest you stay in the hospital for one day of observation. And -" the old doctor pushed up his reading glasses again, "I suggest you take good care of your body in the future. Young man, you are still young."
One sentence is full of meaning.
Jin Zun snorted coldly, "Do I need you to teach me how to do it?" He understood his body and it would be fine if he could not die. But now, he still has too many things waiting for him to do, and he has no time.
Waste your time in the hospital.
"As doctors, we naturally have full consideration for the patient's physical condition." The old doctor's cloudy eyes glanced at him for a moment, and he was about to persuade him again. The door that Qu Mo had just pushed open knocked another person in.
"Zun, what's wrong with you? I heard your subordinate said that you were hospitalized. I was almost scared to death. How are you doing? Let me see?" The door of the ward was opened by Bai Xinhui, who came in with a rush and threw his butt.
He moved to Jin Zun's hospital bed and touched the latter's body here and there.
Seeing this situation, the old doctor also understood a little bit, and now said to Bai Xinhui: "Miss, I think you are very familiar with this gentleman, so..."
"What does it mean to be familiar? He is my husband!" As soon as Bai Xinhui heard the ambiguous word, she immediately turned around and interrupted the old doctor's speech.
The old doctor showed a strange look again, and then said seriously: "Since you are this gentleman's wife, you'd better advise your husband. My suggestion is that he is not suitable to be discharged from the hospital now. You'd better persuade him to be discharged more often."
I will rest for two days before being discharged." After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.
The white coat has gone away, but the pungent smell of potion is still there in the room.
Jin Zun pulled down Bai Xinhui's hand that was groping around, "I have nothing to do, it's Qu Mo who made a fuss out of a molehill."
"What do you mean there is nothing!?" When Bai Xinhui heard this, she raised her nose and raised her eyes, holding the latter's face and looking into his eyes, "Sir, have you discovered something? What are you doing now?
You hid everything from me, and you wouldn’t have hid it from me before. I don’t care about your career matters, but you’re not willing to tell me about your physical condition?”
Hearing this, Jin Zun smiled palely and touched the latter's forehead with his forehead, "Xin Hui, you are overthinking."
"What do you mean I'm overthinking?" Bai Xinhui pouted and looked at the latter with dissatisfaction, "I don't care. If you don't want to tell me your physical condition, I'll ask the doctor."
"Xinhui..." Jin Zun was a little helpless. Bai Xinhui's eyes rolled around twice, then she bit his lips and left before saying: "That's good, you agree to stay in the hospital and have a good rest."
I’ll let you go in a few days and won’t ask about your condition again, okay?”
She glared at the latter and threatened: "If you don't want to, then you can -"
There was a long silence, Bai Xinhui refused to give an inch, her tail almost raised to the sky.