We didn't escape the seven-year itch

When Chu Yi arrived at the hospital, Song Mingke was sitting in the infusion room of the hospital, sleeping with his head tilted.His eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked very unsteady, half of his face was blocked by the mask, leaving only a pair of eyes closed, with the shadow of eyelashes under his eyes.

The infusion room of the hospital was not quiet. The coming and going of medical staff and patients, as well as the sounds of children crying, made it extremely noisy, but Song Mingke fell asleep just like that.

Chu Yi looked up and saw that the infusion bottle hanging on the shelf next to her was about to run out. She quickly stopped a nurse next to her and pointed to the infusion bottle that was about to run out without saying a word.

The nurse nodded, indicating that she understood.

Chu Yi gently sat beside Song Mingke, trying to reach out to help him, but Song Mingke was suddenly woken up.

"You came."

"Ah."

Chu Yi lowered his head to look at Song Mingke's arm which was being infused, and there seemed to be a trace of sigh in his tone, "Why do you have a fever all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing serious. The temperature has dropped in the past two days. I may not have noticed it. It's just a viral cold."

"Colds are not to be taken lightly."

At this time the nurse came over and quickly changed the infusion bottle, "Haven't you eaten at this time? This medicine hurts your stomach, so let's buy something to eat."

Chu Yi nodded quickly, "Understood, thank you."

"It's all right." The nurse left with the tray.

"How do you feel now? Do you still have a fever? Do you feel cold?" Chu Yi asked, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"It's fine, I feel better."

"I still feel a little fever, and it hasn't subsided."

"How can it be better so soon? But I don't feel bad anymore."

Chu Yi thought: How could it not be uncomfortable?Song Mingke said it easily, but his expression was obviously weary, and his face was very ugly.

"Wait here for a while, I'll buy you something to eat, I'm worried that your stomach will feel uncomfortable again."

"En." Song Mingke responded softly.

Chu Yi carried a piece of porridge packed downstairs, and found the blanket that was usually placed in the back seat from the car, and walked back together with the two things, but unexpectedly saw Peng Huai in the hospital.

Peng Huai greeted him.

Chu Yi nodded, "Hello."

Peng Huai didn't say much, just said: "I'm leaving first if there's nothing serious, Mingke pay more attention to your body."

"Thank you, Ming Ke has a leader like you, I am really relieved." Chu Yi showed a smile.Song Mingke also smiled, "Thank you, Manager Peng."

"It's okay, I'll go first."

"Go slowly, it's not convenient here and I won't see you off." Song Mingke said apologetically.

Peng Huai waved his hand indifferently, and walked away.

Seeing Peng Huai leave, Chu Yi put down the porridge in his hand, spread out the blanket in his hand and put it on Song Mingke's lap.

"Drink some porridge, you can't eat anything else if you are sick."

"it is good."

The infusion room is full of benches and there is no table to put it. Song Mingke’s hands are in the infusion, which is inconvenient. Chu Yi wanted to feed him, but Song Mingke was embarrassed, so he had to hold the porridge in both hands, and Song Mingke himself I ate it bite by bite with the provided plastic spoon.

"Why are you Manager Peng here?"

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke who was drinking porridge, and asked a question casually.

"Manager Peng is very good. Today he found out that I had a fever, so he specially gave me sick leave, asked me to come to the hospital for treatment, and sent me to the hospital." Song Mingke explained.

"Then your leaders really care about your employees." Chu Yi replied casually, but felt a little uncomfortable.

Whose leader saw that the employee was sick, not only gave him a holiday, but also sent him to the hospital, and even came to visit?Chu Yi thought that he couldn't do this, and his immediate superior probably wouldn't do it either.Chu Yi felt more irritable for no reason.

Looking at the dark circles under Song Mingke's eyes, and his pale and abnormally flushed cheeks, which made him look sluggish, Chu Yi's tone carried a bit of anger that he hadn't noticed: "It's only been more than a month. You tossed yourself into the hospital in a short time, why are you such a big person, you can’t even take care of yourself. I didn’t see how you could toss yourself into the hospital when you were at home before, why did you just go to work like this..."

Song Mingke looked up at him: "I didn't pay attention."

"Let you pay more attention, you still work overtime and stay up late every day..."

"I... don't want to make this plan well..."

"There are so many people in your company. I guess you are the only one who works overtime until late at night. Everyone can learn to be lazy. If you are so honest, it won't do you any good if you don't talk when you are tired." Chu Yi's tone was a bit tinge Discontent and impatience.

"..." Song Mingke opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time.

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