At last, Zhang Te, who had been waiting for Miss Xia Wanwan to speak, suppressed the excitent within his heart, and replied with a calm face, "Yes, there’s a bit of an ergency, and I need to go to Shanghai."
Pausing for a mont, Zhang Te, as if sothing had occurred to him, suddenly dashed in front of Xia Wan’an, "Miss Xia Wanwan, do you have any plans recently?"
Xia Wan’an, startled by Zhang Te’s sudden action, stepped back a little and then gently shook her head, "No..."
Before she could utter the rest of her sentence, Zhang Te, as if he had seen a lifesaver, moved with a touched expression, "That’s wonderful! Miss Xia Wanwan, during the days of my business trip, could you possibly help take care of President Han for a while? He has to receive infusions daily, and the doctor said he can’t leave the bed for a week. He has broken two ribs, so it’s really impossible to leave him alone. So if you’re free, could you please help, and... and... he was injured because of you, after all..."
After Zhang Te had finished speaking, Han Jingnian finally spoke, displeased, to stop Zhang Te’s nonsense, "Zhang Cheng!"
Zhang Te imdiately took on a frightened expression and tightly shut his mouth.
Han Jingnian glanced sharply at Zhang Te and then turned to Xia Wan’an, "Miss Xia, I truly am sorry. Please don’t mind what Zhang Cheng said."
After saying this, Han Jingnian glared at Zhang Te again.
Zhang Te, cooperating perfectly, shuddered all over.
Seeing Zhang Te trembling in fear, Xia Wan’an quickly spoke to smooth things over, "Mr. Han, it’s okay. Zhang Te is just looking out for your well-being..."
"Moreover, he wasn’t wrong, you were indeed injured because of ," Xia Wan’an bit her lip lightly, "If Mr. Han doesn’t mind, during the days Zhang Te is away, I’ll stay at the hospital."
Hearing this, Zhang Te imdiately looked up, his face filled with surprise as he looked at Xia Wan’an, "Really? Miss Xia Wanwan, can you really stay at the hospital to care for President Han? That would be so thankful of you. You’re truly a kind angel..."
Han Jingnian frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with Zhang Te bothering people so casually, and again spoke with a cold tone, "Zhang Cheng!"
As he finished speaking, he grabbed a pillow and pretended to throw it at Zhang Te.
The pillow brushed past Zhang Te and fell to the ground.
Perhaps the action pulled at his injuries, as Han Jingnian then began to cough violently.
Seeing Han Jingnian’s face turn red from coughing, Xia Wan’an quickly spoke up, "Mr. Han, don’t bla Zhang Te. I really am not busy lately, and I can stay..."
Han Jingnian, seeming quite uncomfortable, frowned slightly and coughed several more tis before speaking with a sowhat unstable breath, "Wouldn’t it be too much trouble for Miss Xia?"
Seeing Han Jingnian look that way, Xia Wan’an hardly hesitated and imdiately replied, "No, it’s no trouble..."
"Then..." Han Jingnian, seemingly embarrassed, hesitated for two seconds before speaking again, "... thank you, Miss Xia."
Hearing Han Jingnian’s words, Zhang Te, as if afraid that Xia Wan’an would change her mind the next second, imdiately began explaining Han Jingnian’s situation, "Miss Xia Wanwan, these are the dications President Han has to take every day, at seven in the morning, one in the afternoon, and seven in the evening. They must be taken after als..."
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