After the message was sent, she stuffed her cell phone back into her pocket.

It's already late at night, and everyone is in a dream, and she doesn't expect to receive a reply immediately.

Zhan Yin woke up "leily".

When he opened his eyes and saw Haitong, he deliberately looked stunned, as if he didn't believe that he was seeing Haitong. He raised his hand without infusion, rubbed his eyes, and murmured to himself: "Am I crazy? Or was it dazzling, how could I see my Tongtong?"

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

"oops!"

"Does it hurt?"

Haitong asked him.

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

"It's right that it hurts. This is the fact, not a dream. I said, if you don't see a doctor, I'll kill you."

Zhan Yin was about to sit up.

"Lying down, I'm hospitalized, and my fever has not completely subsided. What are you doing?"

Haitong held him down, "Lying down well for me, how do you feel now?"

"The temperature dropped, but it had not completely subsided. My throat was uncomfortable, and my voice was hoarse, ahem—"

Zhan Yin coughed twice again.

"I started coughing too. Tongtong, go and ask the nurse to wear a mask. I'm having a viral cold and it will be contagious."

He reached out and pressed the ringtone at the head of the bed. After the nurse answered, he said to the nurse: "Can you give me two masks?"

"What do you want a mask to do?"

The nurse asked instinctively.

Zhan Yin said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't this kind of cold mean it will be contagious? My wife has come to take care of me. Let my wife wear a mask and don't infect my wife."

The nurse broke the call.

Soon, a nurse knocked in and brought 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 to buy two packs of medical masks. Before I get better, you have to wear masks when you get close to me. I don't think I'm not cured yet, you are sick again."

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

Haitong saw the bowl of white porridge that had been packed, and she reached out and touched the edge of the bowl, which was a little 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 am injecting medicine with my right hand, but it is not very convenient for my left hand."

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

Zhan Yin flashed his black eyes, "Do I have it? I don't remember, I just feel it's inconvenient now. Tongtong, if you feed me, I will think this bowl of white porridge is better than the delicacies of mountains and seas."

"If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you have to see a doctor as soon as possible. Work is very important. Is it important to have your health? You just work for your boss, and the company is not yours. Do you need to fight for him?"

Haitong was fed him with porridge while muttering.


Chapter completed!