Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"Hurry, go get the security guard and force the door open."

Even if I was blamed for something I did wrong, it was better than getting into trouble myself. Not long after, the security guard came and broke down the glass door, but there was no response from inside.

Everyone's heart sank, knowing that something might have really happened. After rushing to the lounge, they looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed with anxiety in their eyes.

Su Chen walked forward and put his hand on his pulse. His pulse was weak, obviously because he had not eaten or rested well, but he was not seriously injured.

"It's okay, there's no need to send him to the hospital. He'll wake up in two or three hours."

The assistant was still a little worried, so he called a doctor to come and check. After confirming that the patient was really just asleep, he finally felt relieved and was glad that everything was fine.

"Mr. Su, why don't you go and get some rest? It will probably take quite a while for the president to wake up."

Su Chen hummed: "How long has it been since he last had a meal?"

"...Well, the last meal was at twelve o'clock last night. The president hasn't been home for a while, and the company has been squeezed in a lot of things. I've been working overtime and haven't had time to eat."

"His stomach problem is also very serious. Take me to the Chinese medicine shop. I'll make him some medicinal food while he's still asleep. I'll give you a prescription. From now on, have him take it once a day on time."

The assistant gave a wry smile upon hearing this, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I know you mean well, but when the president is busy, he's like a human machine and can't hear what others are saying at all."

"I won't listen to me and eat on time, eh."

"Mr. Su looks very young, but he's already a doctor. He's really amazing."

Su Chen shook his head: "No, I just know a little bit of medical skills. Let's go, let's go buy some medicinal pots and I'll make some medicinal food for him."

The assistant nodded, politely led the man downstairs, and came to the largest Chinese medicine shop, where he watched him buy a bunch of herbs.

He went to buy a slaughtered old hen. He knew what he was going to do at first glance. The assistant hesitated and whispered, "Mr. Su, my CEO doesn't eat chicken. Why don't you try something else?"

"You can't change. I'm the doctor and he's the doctor. If you want me to treat you, you have to listen to me. If you don't listen to me, don't come to me for treatment."

Su Chen hates disobedient patients the most. It is not annoying enough if they go against his will in everything. If they want to eat, they eat. If they don’t want to eat, they won’t come for treatment.

The assistant saw that he was angry and immediately shut up and dared not say a word.

The two men carried medicinal herbs and a chicken and swaggered into the Fu Building. People in the hall were stunned when they saw them. Who would carry a chicken directly into work?

Well, he is one of the two assistants around the president. He only works for the president. It can’t be that the president wants to eat chicken.

Seeing someone was going to the president's office, the assistant said cautiously, "Mr. Su, why don't you go to my office to make medicinal food? The president is a bit of a mysophobe and doesn't allow people to use perfume when he's around."

"He doesn't like any of those smells, good or bad. My office has good ventilation by the window, so it's the best place to make chicken soup."

This time Su Chen did not object. As long as he could cook the medicinal food, it would be fine no matter where he cooked it.

The two entered a small office. The windows were open and it was indeed well ventilated. Su Chen sat on a stool and started cooking, while his assistant watched curiously from the side.

"You can learn how to make it in different ways. This herb is called XXXX."

"If you want to regulate your stomach, you need to eat three meals a day on time and combine it with medicinal food. It will take about a year or two to maintain good health. If you delay for too long, you will easily develop various stomach problems."

The assistant nodded and took notes carefully. "Mr. Su, you look young, but I didn't expect you to know so much. You and the president look so much alike. What a fate."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "Resemblance? I haven't noticed it before."

"Look alike, very alike. If someone who doesn't know you well, they would definitely think you are a family."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

As it is slowly cooked over time, the chicken and medicinal ingredients blend perfectly together, exuding a unique aroma that is difficult to describe, but is particularly alluring.

The fragrance slowly drifted out, and everyone who was working smelled it. They sniffed and walked over: "It seems to be coming from the assistant's office."

"Oh my god, this is really too bold. Don't you know that the president hates messy smells the most and doesn't allow people to bring food into the office."

"The assistant wants to be laid off, or how could he have the guts to provoke the president like this? This smell is too strong to dissipate at all. He's going to be in big trouble when the president finds out."

"That's right, let's not just stand there and watch the fun. We don't want the president to find out and implicate us. Let's go."

The two people in the office were unaware of anything and just thought that the window was open and the smell would soon go away.

The assistant sniffed, feeling extremely greedy: "Mr. Su, this is so delicious. Can a normal person eat it? I think my stomach is not very good."

How many people can have a good stomach when working with a boss who only has a personal computer? That means they have to be on call at any time. But for a million-dollar annual salary, it seems that this little hardship is something they can endure.

"You can eat it. Normal people don't need to eat it every day, just occasionally. Your president needs to eat it for a month. During this month, except for the medicinal ingredients, you can replace it with chicken, fish, pork ribs, and pig's trotters."

"Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you, Mr. Su."

In the president's lounge, the man who had slept for more than two hours moved his nose slightly, smelled the alluring fragrance, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The lounge was empty. Fu Yuan thought it was an illusion. Maybe he was too hungry and could only smell the fragrance in his dream.