"This is my phone number. If you need anything, you don’t have to contact Mr. Lu. You can call directly, and I’ll co over anyti." The doctor handed a business card to Shi Su.
"Thank you, Doctor." Shi Su quickly took it.
Luckily, when the ergency happened, she first called Lu Zhao, who brought in this doctor who was well aware of Jing Jihan’s health condition.
Otherwise, she would have been in such a panic that she might have dialed 911 directly.
After seeing the doctor out, Shi Su sat dazed in the living room for a while before rushing back to the bedroom, seeing that Jing Jihan was clearly awake, lying there with a relaxed gaze in her direction.
Of course, if his face wasn’t so pale and haggard, the word ’leisurely’ would suit him better.
Shi Su’s emotions were exceedingly complex, seeing the man lying in her ho, on her bed; this scene seed to echo a dream of two or three months ago, with the man who had once occupied the master bedroom again occupying her bedroom in such a way.
The irony is that this ti, the culprit was her.
How was she to know he had a stomach illness? Last night, the man was so strong; not just last night, even when he was at her ho and not fully recovered, there was a clear gender disparity between them.
Who would have thought she’d unwittingly stabbed his Achilles’ heel?
Why did she put wasabi in the sandwich and milk? Why did she give him milk to drink?
"The doctor said you had a recurrence of acute gastritis, although it’s not severe. But due to the inflammation causing a fever, you don’t need to take antipyretics right now to avoid irritating your gastrointestinal tract; you just need physical cooling." Shi Su sowhat chanically repeated the doctor’s words and only thought to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator after a while, wrapping it with a towel before returning to the bedroom to place it on his forehead.
The cool sensation seeped through the towel to his forehead. Jing Jihan, seeing her in a state of absent-mindedness, raised his hand to take over, applying the ice pack himself, saying huskily and calmly, "No need to feel so guilty. It was my choice to eat wasabi, and I should bear the consequences myself."
Shi Su pulled back her hand, sitting by the bed: "I’m not feeling guilty."
Jing Jihan glanced at her.
Shi Su’s face was expressionless: "I suspect you’re jinxing ."
Jing Jihan’s eyes narrowed coldly: "Who’s the one who almost had gastric bleeding and had to be rushed to a hospital and is lying here now? Am I jinxing you?"
"It’s different." Shi Su raised her hand as she spoke, still taking the ice pack from his head. While helping him apply the ice pack, she said irritably, "And indeed, you brought this on yourself. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have put so much wasabi in the sandwich."
Jing Jihan seed too weak to argue with her at this mont, closing his eyes with a aningful sigh, "It proves that one should not act rashly."
Shi Su’s face turned dark.
It was clearly he who ca over in the middle of the night to tease and bother her!
She hadn’t slept all night, and then this morning had a thrilling event. Her heart hadn’t fully settled since last night.
Now it turned into her acting impulsively?
In contrast, he was more endearing when he was severely injured, lying in her ho, too weak to speak.
There’s a saying, "Villains die from talking too much."
When the usually concise and reticent big boss starts talking a lot, it’s equally aggravating.
Shi Su directly tossed the ice pack into his hands, "You do it yourself!"
After saying that, she walked out like a cat with its fur bristled.
But Shi Su is always soone who is softhearted despite her tough words. While she seed furious enough to swear off contact with him forever, she stord into the kitchen to find so millet to make porridge again, as millet is better for the stomach.
After spending ti in the kitchen cooking millet porridge and specifically looking up a recipe online for a dicinal dish that’s good for the stomach, Shi Su returned to the bedroom and saw Jing Jihan had sohow gone to the study, retrieved a laptop, and was leaning against the bedhead checking emails.
The man’s usually stern and strict countenance was quite different from when he teased her.
Shi Su walked over, intending to take the laptop from him.
However, as she was about to grab the laptop, Jing Jihan, still looking at the email on the screen, his gaze exuding the indifference and pressure of soone in a position of power, said in a calm tone, "Wait."
Shi Su paused, seeing that he likely had so urgent company matters to attend to, and did not insist further. Just as she drew her hand back, Jing Jihan finished reading the entire email, then looked up at her for a mont, his clear eyes turning into a light, undetectable smile when he saw Shi Su’s clear, bright gaze, "Why are you glaring at ?"
"Didn’t I tell you to apply the ice pack? Didn’t I tell you to rest well?" Shi Su looked at the computer in his hands, unsure if she should continue trying to take it away.
After all, he is the head of the Yu Jing Group, carrying nurous responsibilities she can’t count or see. Any small mistake or delay could have significant consequences, and she shouldn’t act recklessly without knowing the situation.
"Sitting here counts as resting. I just took down the ice pack; I’ve applied it for a long ti."
Jing Jihan wasn’t unaware of the fleeting hesitation in her eyes.
Shi Su is inherently like this; while she didn’t change her attitude much due to his real identity, she still managed to maintain a sense of the boundaries she thought she should have.
Jing Jihan didn’t need her boundaries but was willing to give her ti. In the world of adults, not everything needs to be exposed, especially with a clever woman like Shi Su; he didn’t need to point out too much.
"Then I’ll go change another ice pack." Shi Su picked up the ice pack from the nightstand, felt it, took the towel and the ice pack out, replaced them, and brought them back, then used an electronic thermoter to check his temperature.
It wasn’t as high as the morning, but he still had a slight fever.
She handed him the ice pack, "Continue applying it for a while. If you feel better, lie down and rest. Take a break from the company’s matters."
After she finished speaking, she abruptly left the room, closing the door behind her, saying, "I have a friend coming over in a bit. I’ll close the door; you should rest well, don’t co out."
Jing Jihan: "..."
Shi Su’s words suggested that he should stay in bed and rest, not move. The other implication was that since she had a friend coming over, he shouldn’t co out or be seen.
Was he unpresentable?
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Wen Ke arrived as promised, coincidentally on duty today, looking particularly smart in her police uniform. When Shi Su opened the door and saw this beautiful female officer outside, she couldn’t help but lean against the door with a face full of admiration, saying, "Mr. Wen, if you were a man, you’d sweep won off their feet. It would be a disaster."
Wen Ke tossed two cans of pepper spray she casually brought over into Shi Su’s hands, speaking in a light tone, "If I were a man, would I let you return to the country?"
Shi Su took the items, laughing, "Don’t say that. How could I dare to snatch a woman from the famous Mr. Qin from the FBI? I’d be afraid he’d shoot dead."
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