The infusion room was noisy, but it could not conceal the strong atmosphere of family affection. Most patients were surrounded by anxious and concerned family members, and Ye Wanqing, wearing a simple white dress, sat alone on a chair in the corner, looking particularly eye-catching.

She deliberately chose a spot away from the crowd, as if hoping to find a bit of peace and quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. As time slowly passed, her gaze kept glancing towards the door.

"Ye Wanqing, it's your turn."

A gentle yet slightly professional female voice pierced through the crowd and reached her ears. Ye Wanqing gently raised her slightly tired yet still bright eyes and raised her hand in response with a barely perceptible movement.

A young woman in a neat nurse's uniform walked over quickly, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern:

"Only you?"

Ye Wanqing nodded slightly, a faint smile on her lips. Seeing this, the nurse inserted the needle even more gently, making her feel almost no pain.

After adjusting the speed of the drip, the nurse gave a few careful instructions, her eyes full of tenderness and admonition: "Remember to pay attention to the drip, and call me if you need anything."

Ye Wanqing looked a little haggard due to her illness, and her voice was as thin as a thread: "Yes, thank you."

The nurse looked at her face, which was still charming even though it was pale, and secretly admired her in her heart. A woman like her, beautiful without knowing it, with a temperament like orchid, made people want to take more care of her.

Noticing Ye Wanqing's chapped lips, the nurse quietly retreated. After a while, she returned with a cup of warm water and gently placed it in front of her: "Drink some water, you'll feel better."

Ye Wanqing was slightly surprised, and then a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes: "Thank you so much for troubling you."

"You're welcome. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing." The nurse smiled, her eyes full of sincerity.

Ye Wanqing nodded gently and responded with an extremely gentle smile. She watched the nurse's back gradually disappear into the distance, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Inside the infusion room, the silence was punctuated by sporadic whispers. Ye Wanqing, ultimately unable to withstand the onslaught of pain, gradually relaxed, leaning against the cool wall as she fell into a deep sleep. Her face, softened by the dim light, resembled a moving painting.

The moment Zhao Yu stepped into the infusion room, he did not immediately notice Ye Wanqing in the corner.

However, when he inadvertently heard the key words in the whispers of people around him - "that beautiful young lady", his eyes involuntarily searched for her.

Zhao Yu looked a little lethargic due to a high fever. After his friend helped him complete all the formalities, he went in first and looked for a seat to rest for a while.

As his eyes moved, he suddenly recognized the familiar figure in the corner. With that unique temperament and beauty, who else could it be but Ye Wanqing?

At this time, Zhao Yu's friend followed him in and saw him staring in one direction, his face full of curiosity: "Hey, what are you looking at? Did you see a beautiful woman?"

He followed Zhao Yu's gaze and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, she really is a super beauty!"

Zhao Yu glared at him lightly and whispered, "Do you know who that is?"

The friend scratched his head and looked at it carefully: "It seems... I have some impression."

"Of course I'm impressed. She's the writer who was trending a few days ago, Ye Wanqing."

When my friend heard this, his mouth opened wide in surprise: "No way? Isn't this your boss's ex-wife?"

Recently, the atmosphere in the company has been extremely depressing, especially Lin Xuan's office, which seems to be sealed by ice.

As Lin Xuan's right-hand man, Zhao Yu could not fully understand his thoughts, but he could also feel the heaviness and depression.

Zhao Yu knew very well that he could not directly tell Lin Xuan about his chance encounter with Ye Wanqing in the hospital, but he hoped that Lin Xuan could know her current situation as soon as possible, especially since she was alone, sick and helpless at the moment.

Zhao Yu's head seemed to hurt even more, but in order to return to a harmonious working environment after recovering from his illness, he had to rack his brains and come up with a foolproof plan.

He picked up his phone and dialed Chen Ming's number, his tone a bit mysterious: "Chen Ming, do me a favor and go to Mr. Lin's office to get something for me, right now."

Recently, everyone in the company has been avoiding Lin Xuan. When Chen Ming heard Zhao Yu's request, his body trembled involuntarily: "Brother Zhao, now... isn't it appropriate?"

"Now is the most appropriate time. If you miss it, it will be gone."

Although he was full of doubts, Chen Ming still agreed reluctantly.

The moment he hung up the phone, Chen Ming silently encouraged himself in his heart, mustered up his courage, and knocked on Lin Xuan's office door again.

From inside the door, Lin Xuan's calm and slightly majestic voice pierced through: "Come in."

Chen Ming's hand rested lightly on the doorknob, as if he could feel the slightest chill seeping through the crack of the door, causing his heart to beat faster. He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and pushed the door open before stepping inside.

"Mr. Lin, I'm here to get something." Chen Ming tried to keep his voice steady, but he could hardly hide his inner nervousness.

Lin Xuan was buried in the documents and just replied calmly, "Yeah."

Chen Ming swallowed his saliva and continued, "Yes, Secretary Zhao asked me to come and get it. He said there was something belonging to Miss Ye in your drawer."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly when he heard this. He raised his eyes from the documents and looked at Chen Ming: "Miss Ye's things? What would she leave with me?"

Chen Ming felt the sweat begin to seep out of his back, and he quickly repeated Zhao Yu's instructions verbatim:

"Secretary Zhao said that Miss Ye accidentally left a book with you when she visited last time. He happened to run into Miss Ye while receiving an IV drip at the hospital today, so he wanted to take the opportunity to return the book to her."

Lin Xuan's dark eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something: "A book? What kind of book?"

"Secretary Zhao said it's a book about literary creation, but he didn't say anything specific." Chen Ming answered cautiously.

"I understand. Go ahead." Lin Xuan's tone remained calm, but Chen Ming could feel a subtle fluctuation in it.

Chen Ming, as if granted amnesty, quickly left the office. As he closed the door, he let out a long breath, as if he had just experienced a silent battle. He quickly called Zhao Yu back and briefly reported the situation.

Zhao Yu on the other end of the phone simply responded, "I know, thank you for your hard work," and hung up.

Chen Ming always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly and continue to devote himself to his busy work.

At this time, in Lin Xuan's office.

After Chen Ming left, Lin Xuan's eyes unconsciously fell on the mobile phone on the table. His fingers gently stroked the screen, as if hesitating whether to dial Zhao Yu's number.

In the end, he put down his phone, opened the drawer, and searched for the so-called "book".

At this moment, Zhao Yu’s WeChat message popped up:

"Mr. Lin, regarding the book Miss Ye left behind, I've already asked Chen Ming to retrieve it. Seeing her alone receiving an IV drip in the hospital today was quite heartbreaking. She hasn't been feeling well lately. Would you... like to go see her?"

Lin Xuan looked at the words on the screen, and a barely noticeable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he heard a message from Zhao Yu's friend on WeChat voice: "Ms. Ye is alone in the hospital. She looks lonely. The needle is about to fall off, but no one noticed."

Lin Xuan's fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard and replied, "Which hospital?"

There was a hint of pride in Zhao Yu's voice: "In the Third Hospital, Infusion Room No. 5."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Xuan replied briefly, then hung up the WeChat call, with a complex and indistinguishable emotion in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Chen Ming was immersed in his work when suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the office. He looked up and saw Lin Xuan rushing past the office door, leaving behind an elusive back.

Chen Ming's heart suddenly tightened, then slowly relaxed. He smiled bitterly, picked up his phone and sent a message to Zhao Yu:

"Brother Zhao, your 'surprise attack' was so exciting. I almost thought I was going to be the next 'victim'."

Zhao Yu quickly responded with a playful expression and added, "This is called strategy, understand?"

"I understand, I understand. Don't use this kind of 'strategy' in the future. My weak heart can't take it." Chen Ming joked.

On the other side, Zhao Yu looked at his phone screen, a smile on his lips. He then turned to his friend and said, "When Mr. Lin comes later, just tell him that the medicine is taking effect and I'm already unconscious. Got it?"

My friend looked confused: "Is it really that serious? What the hell are you doing?"

"As for, very much so. There are some things you don't understand." Zhao Yu blinked mysteriously.

"Okay, I really don't understand your world." The friend shook his head helplessly.

At this time, Lin Xuan had already driven away from the company and sped towards the Third Hospital. Outside the car window, the scenery passed by like a movie, but his mind was entirely on the person he was about to meet.

When he stepped into the infusion room of the Third Hospital, he immediately saw Ye Wanqing in the corner. She lay there quietly, as if isolated from the world, with only the slowly dripping IV bottle as proof of her existence.

Lin Xuan slowly approached and found a place to sit beside her. Ye Wanqing seemed to be sleeping uneasy, with her brows slightly furrowed and occasionally making subtle moans.

At this moment, she suddenly moved, her body slightly tilted to the side, and she involuntarily leaned towards Lin Xuan's shoulder. Lin Xuan's body tensed instantly, but he forced himself to remain calm and did not react.

Ye Wanqing seemed to have found a more comfortable position. She sighed softly, and then leaned on Lin Xuan's shoulder more at ease.

Lin Xuan could clearly feel her warm breath brushing his neck and her soft long hair gently caressing his arms.

His heart beat faster involuntarily, but his face remained calm.

He gently closed his eyes, allowing this rare tranquility and warmth to surround him.

At this moment, all the worries and pressures seemed to be isolated outside the door, leaving only him and her in this small infusion room, sharing this rare peace.

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