The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Yao Yingxi pouted and continued to use the hairdryer to dry Xi Yuanchen's hair.

Seeing her move as if nothing had happened, he didn't say anything more.

After drying his hair, Xi Yuanchen looked a little pale.

Yao Yingxi put the hairdryer away and came out. Xi Yuanchen was already lying on the bed, asleep on his side.

She frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

She walked to the bed, lay down next to Xi Yuanchen, and turned off the light.

In the middle of the night, Yao Yingxi woke up; to be precise, she was woken up by the heat.

Because she was worried about Xi Yuanchen's wound getting infected, she didn't dare to sleep too deeply.

Seeing that the person next to her had an unusually high temperature, she quickly lifted the blanket, reached out and touched Xi Yuanchen's head, and found it to be alarmingly hot.

It was the first time she had ever seen Xi Yuanchen with a fever, and she panicked. She ran to the bathroom and grabbed two hot towels, placing one on Xi Yuanchen's forehead and calling out softly, "Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi."

Xi Yuanchen felt his head was very heavy, and he tried to open his eyes.

I feel a little dizzy and my vision is a bit blurry.

When Yao Yingxi saw Xi Yuanchen open his eyes but look unfocused, she hurriedly went over, picked up her phone, and dialed Anan's number to see if she could find Dr. Su to come over.

"Secretary Nan, this is Yao Yingxi. Mr. Xi has a fever now. Could you come and take her to the hospital or call Dr. Su over?"

His voice was anxious and trembling slightly.

At this moment, Anan was still half asleep, but upon hearing Yao Yingxi's voice, he became much more awake: "Okay, I'll have Mr. Su go over now. See if you can wake the boss up and have him take his medicine."

Even after hanging up the phone, Yao Yingxi was still worried. She took out some fever reducers from the medicine box, walked to Xi Yuanchen's side, and called out again, "Mr. Xi, wake up, wake up."

Xi Yuanchen opened his eyes this time and looked for a while before his vision cleared up: "What's wrong?"

His face was flushed, and his eyes were somewhat dazed; his mind was a little sluggish due to his illness.

Yao Yingxi handed over the medicine: "Mr. Xi, you have a fever. I've already called Dr. Su from Secretary Nan."

"Why don't you take your medicine first?"

She handed over the medicine, speaking in a soothing voice, as if she were talking to a young child.

Xi Yuanchen took the medicine from her hand and put it in his mouth. Because the medicine was a little bitter, his brows furrowed slightly.

His hoarse voice rang out: "Give me water."

When Xi Yuanchen asked her to get some water, Yao Yingxi realized that she had been so busy getting her medicine that she had forgotten to pour water.

Seeing Xi Yuanchen frowning, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xi, I'll get you some water now."

Xi Yuanchen didn't speak. The medicine in his mouth dissipated, leaving a bitter taste.

After pouring the water, Yao Yingxi returned and quickly handed it to Xi Yuanchen.

Perhaps because the medicine was too bitter, Xi Yuanchen finished the whole glass of water.

Yao Yingxi placed the water glass on the table, took the towel stuck to Xi Yuanchen's forehead, and put it in the basin.

Xi Yuanchen lay back down, and Yao Yingxi wrung out her hands in warm water and placed them on Xi Yuanchen's forehead.

Xi Yuanchen felt the towel on his forehead was frighteningly hot. He frowned and looked at Yao Yingxi, his thoughts becoming clearer.

Seeing him looking at her, Yao Yingxi asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not using the towel anymore, take the water back."

Yao Yingxi paused for a moment, hesitated for several seconds, and then nodded: "Okay."

She had just put the towel basin back when the apartment door rang.

Xi Yuanchen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His head was getting increasingly dizzy because of the fever.

Yao Yingxi opened the door and saw Su Che and Anan carrying medicine boxes. She quickly said, "Mr. Xi is in the bedroom."

Su Che nodded calmly and followed Yao Yingxi into the bedroom.

He hadn't seen Xi Yuanchen sick in a long time, and seeing the person in bed was like discovering some rare treasure, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A slight smile played on his lips. "Tsk, what brings you sick?"

This guy is an iron man. He's been a doctor for so long and has never seen Xi Yuanchen sick. No, to be precise, he's almost forgotten how old Xi Yuanchen was when he last got sick.

Seeing that he was teasing Xi Yuanchen but not rushing to see a doctor, Yao Yingxi anxiously said, "Dr. Su, could you please take a look at Mr. Xi? Is he alright? He has a rather high fever."

Upon seeing Yao Yingxi's anxious voice and face, Su Che's lips curled slightly. He glanced at Xi Yuanchen lying on the bed and said, "Don't worry, he's strong and healthy. He'll be fine. Maybe applying a hot towel will help."

He assumed Xi Yuanchen was asleep, and shifted his tone.

"I……"

Xi Yuanchen opened his eyes and coldly glanced at Su Che: "Hurry up and look, then get out of here."

Yao Yingxi wanted to say that Mr. Xi wouldn't give it to her, but Xi Yuanchen interrupted her.

Compared to Yao Yingxi's anxiety, Su Che calmly took out a stethoscope and quickly surrendered: "Okay, okay, I understand."

Although not anxious, Su Che did not resolve the issue quickly.

After all, it was quite unusual for Xi Yuanchen to be sick. After checking Xi Yuanchen's breathing, he unwrapped the gauze wrapped around Xi Yuanchen's body. Seeing the red and swollen wounds, he frowned slightly and stopped being careless, cleaning the wounds with anti-inflammatory solution and medicine.

“You’re not a child anymore, you should know that wounds shouldn’t get wet.”

Seeing Su Che's serious reproach, Yao Yingxi couldn't help but say, "This is my fault, it's my problem."

Su Che gave Yao Yingxi a deep look, a slight smile playing on his lips. Interesting. Are all the people around the boss the same?

Seeing Su Che's gaze fall on Yao Yingxi, Xi Yuanchen asked with displeasure, "Is it done?"

Su Che retrieved the mirror, turned back and busied himself on the bedside table for a while before turning back to Yao Yingxi and saying, "Miss Yao, come and help me hold this up."

"it is good."

Yao Yingxi quickly went over and held the medicine bottle high. Su Che bent down to help Xi Yuanchen with the IV drip before standing up.

There were no nails or anything hammered into the wall above the bed. Seeing that Yao Yingxi was still holding the medicine bottle, Xi Yuanchen said to Su Che, "Go and move that clothes hanger over here."

Yao Yingxi said, "Dr. Su, you hold it up, I'll go."

Xi Yuanchen spoke again: "Let him go, he's a man and he's strong."

Su Che thought to himself, "Don't women have any strength? This clothes hanger isn't heavy. The boss clearly doesn't want others to do heavy work."

Despite his complaints, he still went over and grabbed the clothes hanger, then hung the medicine bottle from Yao Yingxi's hand on it.

Xi Yuanchen closed his eyes; his head was becoming increasingly dizzy. He had been barely managing to stay conscious.