Chapter 59. Ba Zong and I were still sleeping, don't disturb us. . .
When we returned to the hotel parking lot after fetching water, it was already past 7 in the morning. Shi Fanxing suggested that Wen Jinyan and her should go separate ways, so even if one of them is seen by colleagues, the other would have enough time to avoid them. It's better than both of us being seen together and unable to explain later.
The suggestion was ultimately rejected by Wen Jinyan.
The reason being "A clear conscience fears no accusation."
In reality, just after fetching water, he was feeling weak and even walking felt unsteady. Asking him to take the elevator and walk back to the room alone. . . he was afraid that his strength would give out and he would collapse somewhere. But that's not the point, the point is how he's walking right now, even though he won't admit that it's because of acute gastroenteritis causing him to have diarrhea and feel weak.
In the end, Shi Fanxing supported him into the elevator and accompanied him back to the room after pressing the floor button.
"When did I fall asleep?"
"Probably. . . around four o'clock?"
"Did you secretly slow down the drip rate while I was sleeping?"
"Wen Zong, I'm really not that kind of person."
"Then why did it take so long for the drip to finish?" Wen Jinyan argued logically, "Just four bags, and it took me three to four hours?"
Surprisingly, Shi Fanxing was a bit speechless.
If I hadn't hung it for you for five to six hours, you would have been lucky. . .
Having won this argument, Wen Jinyan glanced at the tape still stuck on the back of his hand, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately extended his hand to Shi Fanxing, saying, "Take it off."
"Just take it off yourself. . ." Shi Fanxing said, but her actions were still quick. Just as she was about to lift her hand to remove the tape on his hand, she suddenly remembered something, stopped halfway, and looked up at Wen Jinyan with a slight smile, "Wen Zong, are you scared?"
Without saying a word, Wen Jinyan turned his face away.
Shi Fanxing quickly counted in her heart, then she put the peeled tape into her pocket to throw away later when she returned to the room. After that, she slowly approached Wen Jinyan while people were entering and exiting the elevator, and whispered, "Mr. Wen, do you feel dizzy from the needle?"
Wen Jinyan turned his head and gave her a fierce glare.
In a place where others couldn't see, Shi Fanxing secretly poked Wen Jinyan's waist and asked, "Why were you perfectly fine when the nurse gave you the injection before?"
"Do I have to faint directly?" Wen Jinyan lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "Don't laugh."
"I've also experienced fainting from injections before, so. . . it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"You experienced it. . ." Wen Jinyan suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence, turned his head, and glared at Shi Fanxing, "Are you comparing me to those cats and dogs in your previous clinic?"
Shi Fanxing laughed, "I just wanted to give you an example to comfort you."
"Then you can shut up." Wen Jinyan gnashed his teeth and said, "Because I don't need you to give me such examples for comfort."
"Don't be angry."
"You're still talking?"
"That was a Husky, and it was also a male. . ."
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The President injected himself again [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)
RomanceCEO Wen Jinyan, who has been single for a long time, also yearns for a normal life. So he asked a trustworthy friend to introduce him to a potential partner. But the agreed-upon date didn't show up, and he ended up being temporarily marked by a fema...