After sending the message, she put the phone back into her trouser pocket.

It was already late at night, everyone was asleep, and she didn't expect to receive a reply right away.

Zhan Yin woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes and saw Haitong, he deliberately looked stunned, as if he didn't believe it was Haitong he saw. He also raised the hand without infusion, rubbed his eyes, and murmured to himself:

"Am I confused because of the fever? Or am I just blinded? How could I see my house glowing?"

Haitong pulled his hand down and twisted the back of his hand hard.

"oops!"

"Does it hurt?"

Haitong asked him.

Zhan Yinjun had a pitiful expression on his face, "It hurts, it hurts."

"It's okay if it hurts. This is a fact. It's not a dream. I told you, if you don't see a doctor, I will kill you."

Zhan Yin was about to sit up.

"Lie down, you're already hospitalized, and the fever hasn't completely subsided yet. Why are you holding on?"

Haitong held him down and said, "Lie down for me. How do you feel now?"

"The temperature has dropped, but it has not completely subsided. My throat is uncomfortable and my voice is hoarse when I speak. Cough--"

Zhan Yin coughed twice more.

"I'm starting to cough too. Tongtong, go ask the nurse for a mask to put on. I have a viral cold and it's contagious."

He reached out and rang the bell at the bedside. After the nurse answered, he said to the nurse: "Can you give me two masks?"

“What do you want a mask for?”

the nurse asked instinctively.

Zhan Yin said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't my cold said to be contagious? My wife is here to take care of me. Ask her to wear a mask so as not to infect my wife."

The nurse then cut off the call.

Soon, a nurse knocked on the door and came in, delivering two medical masks.

"Thanks."

Haitong thanked her and put on a mask.

Zhan Yin said to her: "After dawn, you go to the pharmacy outside and buy two packs of medical masks. Before I get better, you have to wear a mask when you are near me. I don't want you to get sick again before I get better."

"

"Okay. Is this bowl of porridge for you?"

Haitong saw the bowl of white porridge that was packed back. She reached out and touched the edge of the bowl, which was still warm.

"It's mine. Mr. Dong packed it for me. I fell asleep just now and haven't eaten yet."

"Do you want to eat now?"

Zhan Yin raised his right hand and said helplessly: "I'm injecting medicine into my right hand, and it's not very convenient for my left hand."

Haitong helped him sit up, then took the bowl of porridge and said, "I've seen you use chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other. It's very natural. If you want me to feed you porridge, just say so."

Zhan Yin's dark eyes flashed, "Did I? I don't remember. I just feel inconvenient now. Tongtong, if you feed me, I will think this bowl of white porridge is more delicious than delicacies from the mountains and seas."

"If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you should see a doctor as soon as possible. Work is very important, but is your health important? You just work for your boss, and the company does not belong to you. Do you need to fight for him?"
Chapter completed!