The boss has only one son for three generations. After rebirth, I have three babies.

When Mr. Fu heard what his son said, his expression changed slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to meddle in the affairs of young people, but when he thought of Lao Lin, his comrade-in-arms who had known him for many years and had a deep relationship with him, but now he had to return to his hometown for recuperation and treatment because of the scars of paralyzed legs left over from the war and could not take care of himself, he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of taking care of his friend's daughter Zheng Lulu.

With such affection, how can you just leave the other person's child alone?

"Then you should go look for Zheng Lulu. I heard her boyfriend is discussing cooperation with the Chen family. Maybe you can run into her if you go there now."

Fu Mingchen put his hands in his pockets and couldn't help but feel curious about Zheng Lulu's boyfriend. Since that was the case, he might as well go and see for himself what was going on.

He decided to go to that place himself to find out.

At this time, Qiao Jin was alone in her room, feeling a slight discomfort in her abdomen which gradually turned into pain.

At first, she thought she was just hungry, so she felt a little uncomfortable.

But in order to confirm the source of the pain, she tried acupuncture on herself using a thin and sharp silver needle.

Surprisingly, the silver needle began to turn black soon after it was inserted into the skin, which made Qiao Jin frown, and an ominous feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

There was obviously something wrong with the thing He Chi injected her with. Although she returned to the hospital and received antitoxin serum in time, the symptoms did not disappear or alleviate.

At this moment, she reluctantly lay on the bed, biting her lips tightly in an attempt to suppress the urge to scream. Cold sweat slid down her forehead like rain. The huge pain made her whole body tremble constantly, as if her whole body was experiencing unbearable torture.

It really hurts, it really, really hurts...

Since her rebirth, Qiao Jin has always forced herself to appear strong, unwilling to easily show weakness or talk about her own suffering.

But in the face of such intense pain, her body involuntarily curled up into a ball, looking as pitiful as a frightened little animal seeking shelter.

Suddenly, a slow but clear sound of footsteps was heard at the end of the corridor. After hearing the sound, Qiao Jin immediately became stiff, and his heart beat extremely violently at that moment.

Then he saw Fu Yanlin standing at the door. He knocked lightly on it. "Qiao Jin, are you in the room? Can you come out now?"

Hearing this familiar and deep voice, Qiao Jin suddenly stopped struggling in severe pain, and quickly sat up while forcing himself to endure the discomfort. He then quickly threw the silver needle that had just been used for the test into a trash can not far away.

"I'll be right there, wait a minute."

Even though she was trying her best to conceal her weakness and helplessness, she tried hard to make her voice not sound so obviously weak when answering questions.

Fu Yanlin stayed outside for a few seconds. "Okay, then I'll go wait for you downstairs. It's almost time for dinner. Let's eat together."

"OK, all right."

After saying that, Qiao Jin sat back on the bed, crossed his hands tightly on his legs, and waited silently for the other party to leave completely before he could truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, she heard his footsteps gradually fading away, and Qiao Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed, and the oppressed feeling in her heart gradually dissipated with He Chi's departure.

She lowered her eyes slightly, using her long eyelashes to hide the panic and anxiety in her eyes.

At this moment, her heart was like a surging wave, difficult to calm down.

All the other women in Wengjia Village who were used for experiments received effective treatment, except Ma Tingting, who had serious problems with her blood cells.

The results of this simple self-test showed that Qiao Jin's situation was very similar to Ma Tingting's...

Am I so unlucky that I got infected after only one injection from He Chi?

She couldn't accept this result, nor could she stop thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jin couldn't help but bite her lips, not daring to stay in this room that made her feel depressed for even a second longer.

So she got up from the bed, slowly walked to the mirror and began to tidy up her appearance.

Although her face looked much paler than usual at this moment, after untying the braids that were originally tied tightly behind her head and covering part of her face with her smooth hair, she finally made herself look a little more natural.

In this way, even if there is still some discomfort on his face, at least it will not be visible at a glance like before.

After making preparations, Qiao Jin turned around and planned to go out for some fresh air. When he opened the door, he suddenly found a tall and familiar figure standing in front of him!

This unexpected discovery frightened her so much that her whole body froze in shock!

She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and she looked at the man in front of her in shock - Fu Yanlin.

At this moment, her stomach was still aching slightly, and she didn't have time to think about it and instinctively took a step back.

In order to conceal her inner fear as much as possible, Qiao Jin tried to appear calm while controlling her breathing to keep it steady. "Fu...Yanlin, why haven't you left yet?"

In fact, Fu Yanlin, who was extremely sensitive to even the slightest sound, had already noticed the abnormal information conveyed by the woman's words in the room while he was waiting outside the door.

Therefore, for some reason, he deliberately pretended to be about to leave to see what dramatic scene would happen next.

At this moment, his sharp eagle-like eyes were fixed on every change in the skin of the slightly pale girl in front of him.

Seeing this, his originally gentle gaze immediately became more serious: "It seems that you are not doing well now?"

He then pressed the issue, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Do you have a fever?"

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to reach out and touch the other person's cold cheek in order to check the situation more carefully.

After feeling the heat from the other person's warm palm that was about to touch him, he subconsciously wanted to dodge to avoid too much physical contact but failed to escape successfully.

I saw that my wrist had been firmly grasped and I couldn't move. "Please be quiet."

A low and caring voice came from the man opposite: "I'm just really worried about your current situation."

Then, the pair of slender, powerful, yet slightly warm hands directly covered the surface of the skin on the forehead.

However, he soon discovered that there was no fever there, but instead it was covered with dense, tiny beads of cold sweat.

The moment you realize that the problem may not be as simple as you thought.

An inexplicably heavy sense of responsibility quickly filled my heart...

He took a deep breath and tried his best to sound calm and normal. "Maybe it's because I didn't eat dinner. I have a bit of acid in my stomach. If I can eat something, it should be fine."