Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 58 Goofy is sick!

Gao Fei dared to swear that when he was hunted down by more than 30 local rebels in the Middle East, his escape speed was not as fast as it is now.

This time, he can be said to have performed beyond his level and turned into a real ghost. It felt like he ran a few kilometers in the blink of an eye——he didn’t let go until he heard a bellows-like grunt from his lungs. Slowing down, he tried his best to run to a tree, supported the tree with his right hand, pressed his knee with his left hand, bent over like a fish jumping onto the shore, panting heavily.

Sweat flowed down his forehead and fell onto the grass underground.

After swallowing forcefully, Gao Fei covered his heart with his right hand, leaned against the tree, and slowly slid down to the ground, with his legs stretched flat and looking at the way he came, with the fear in his eyes that he could even feel.

During the desperate run just now, Gao Fei crossed at least three roads, and kept changing directions during the period. Even the most professional hunting dogs in the world would not be able to find his trace.

Staring blankly at the direction when he came, I don't know how long it took. Anyway, after Gao Fei felt that his sweat began to turn into cold water, his chest slowly calmed down, and his head started to run again at high speed: that white thing is really a ghost. ?
But where are the ghosts in this world?

But if it's not a ghost, what is it?
Besides ghosts, what else could be that fast?

Thinking of the scene where the white ghost pounced on him several times, Gao Fei couldn't help but shuddered, and subconsciously touched his chin: When he was about to stab with the knife just now, if he had slowed down by even a tenth of a second , that white ghost might scratch his throat, or at worst scratch him.

"Su Beishan, are you a ghost yourself? Otherwise, why is there such a ghost in your room?"

Gao Fei closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the scene when he met Su Beishan.

Gao Fei can assure you that Su Beishan, who had a long talk with him, is definitely a real person, just like many rich people, elegant, confident, and also anxious when encountering troubles.

These are all normal reactions of normal people. If anyone dares to tell Gao Fei that Su Beishan is a ghost, Gao Fei will definitely slap him severely: What the hell are you talking about?

But now, after a thrilling escape, Gao Fei just wanted to slap himself: If Su Beishan wasn't transformed by a ghost, then what was that white ghost just now?
Gao Fei didn't understand, and he didn't understand, but he finally realized a reality, that is, Subei Mountain is very mysterious, and even Shen Yinbing may not know what that white ghost is.

If Gao Fei were replaced by someone else, after the scene just now, he would definitely lose his heart to assassinate Su Beishan, because it was so frighteningly scary.

But Gao Fei was Gao Fei, even though he was also very scared, it also aroused his curiosity at the same time: whether to assassinate Su Beishan or not, it doesn't matter if you want the 300 million dollars or not.

The important thing is that he has to figure out what that white ghost is.

The night wind blowing disturbed a night bird on the branch. After quacking a few times, it spread its wings and flew into the distance, adding a bit of weirdness to the warm night in southern Hebei.

……

When Gao Fei opened his eyes, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

He was woken up by the phone ringing.

With his eyes open, he would be stunned. After closing them again, Gao Fei touched the phone, pressed the answer button and put it next to his ear, and asked lazily, "Hey, who..."

As soon as Gao Fei said these three words, he opened his eyes suddenly, because he heard his own voice, it was so hoarse and weak.

On the other side of the phone, Yan Hong's concerned voice came: "Gao Fei, why haven't you come to work yet? Ah, your voice doesn't seem quite right, do you have a cold?"

"Have a cold?"

Gao Fei raised his hand and touched his forehead, and he was startled: forehead, hot.

I have a high fever?
How could I have a high fever?
Gao Fei touched his forehead, his eyes full of disbelief.

From the day he joined the army, no matter how bad the weather was, even if he suddenly switched from the sauna to the ice and snow, he would not have a fever.

Because he is physically strong and invulnerable to all poisons—that is impossible, but in these years, he has never had a high fever, which is for sure.

Now, he had a fever, and his throat became hoarse when he spoke.

After not hearing Gao Fei's answer, Yan Hong asked again: "Gao Fei, talk, what's wrong with you?"

"call!"

After letting out a long breath, Gao Fei said: "You are right, I not only have a cold, but also have a fever."

"Ah, then you should go to the hospital quickly. Oh, you wait, I'll go there right away, and I'll accompany you to the hospital!"

There was sincere love in Yan Hong's voice.

"No, I'll just go by myself. It's just a fever, and it's not a serious symptom. Well, that's it, hang up."

Before Yan Hong over there could say anything, Gao Fei hung up the phone, rolled over and sat up from the bed.

"Damn it, it's strange that I should have a fever."

After rubbing his cheeks vigorously with his hands, Gao Fei got out of bed, feeling as if he was stepping on a cloud, his whole body was light and limp.

Feeling dizzy, he walked into the bathroom. After the water was turned on, Gao Fei turned on the cold water faucet, and when he was about to wash his face with a handful of cold water, he was startled again: Who is that guy in the mirror on the faucet?His eyes were darkened, his face was haggard, his lips were pale, and he had a realistic look of being devastated.

"This is me, isn't it?"

Gao Fei stared at the person in the mirror for a long time before realizing that the sick ghost in the mirror was himself.

"After a few hours, Lao Tzu has become like this?"

Gao Fei murmured, lowered his head, and took up the cold water with both hands.

A few minutes later, after finishing his personal hygiene, Gao Fei walked frivolously into the guest room, squatted down on the sofa, and closed his eyes again.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he stood up again: "No, I can't sleep anymore, or I have to collapse. The next door is numb, why am I so sick?"

After realizing that he had a serious fever, Gao Fei didn't dare to slack off anymore, got dressed quickly, and hurried out of the guest room.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yinbing called Yan Hong: "Vice President Yan, please call Gao Fei and ask him to come to my office."

When she said this, Shen Yinbing began to think: I have to ask for that guy's phone number, or I have to go through Yan Hong every time I find him.

Yan Hong hesitated there for a moment: "President Shen, I'm at the racecourse in the southern mountain area - if you need to find Gao Fei for something, I'm afraid you have to go to Xiaocheban to find him."

After hearing that Yan Hong's words were a little squeaky, Shen Yinbing frowned, and said lightly: "Why, I have to find him in person when I see him, who is he, such a big airs."

Yan Hong quickly explained: "Mr. Shen, Gao Fei is not arrogant, but he is sick."

Shen Yinbing was stunned: "What, is he sick?"

Yan Hong replied: "Yes, I have a high fever, high fever, 38 degrees nine. When I came out at one o'clock, I went to the trolley class, and he was still sleeping there, groggy."

Shen Yinbing blurted out and asked: "Then why doesn't he go to the hospital?"

"Going - he himself said that he has already gone, and he seems to have taken medicine, but the effect is not very good."

Yan Hong replied.

"Oh, I see, you go ahead."

Shen Yinbing nodded, hung up the phone, looked at the door thoughtfully, and murmured: "Sister Hong seems to be very concerned about Gao Fei."

……

Today is an auspicious day for Lao Wang Gaosheng, and he was officially promoted to a certain deputy section chief of the logistics department.

He originally wanted to have a banquet for his former colleagues in the staff restaurant at noon today, but Gao Fei fell ill and slept on the sofa all the time.

Gao Fei is now regarded as a "benefactor" by Lao Wang. The benefactor is sick and doesn't want to eat lunch. How could he have the nerve to celebrate with others? That would be too heartless...

After finishing the work at hand, Pharaoh walked into the trolley class again.

Xiao Lizi and the others greeted politely: "Wang Ke, are you coming to see Senior Class again?"

From being called Lao Wang to being honored as Wang Ke, the difference of one word can bring people a different feeling.

Smiling reservedly, he waved his hands to greet everyone, Lao Wang walked quickly to the sofa where Gao Fei was lying, put an insulated bucket on the table, and said softly: "Gaoban, wake up first. "

In fact, when everyone was greeting Lao Wang, Gao Fei had already woken up from his drowsiness, but he didn't want to open his eyes, so he murmured vaguely, "Well, Lao Wang, you're here."

"Ah, I'm here. After knowing that you were sick and didn't want to eat, I asked my daughter to boil a pot of chicken soup for you. Hehe, she just delivered it. The soup is still hot. You can get up and eat something before you can resist Virus."

As he said that, Lao Wang opened the thermos, and a gluttonous aroma came to his nostrils.

Seeing Lao Wang's flattery, could it be that he likes Gao Ban and wants Gao Ban to be his daughter-in-law?

Xiao Lizi and the others looked at each other without saying anything, and continued to read their newspapers.

Gao Fei finally opened his eyes, wrapped the coat covering his body, and said weakly: "Old Wang, thank you, I don't want to eat yet."

Lao Wang shook his head and blamed him with concern: "Hey, what can I do? The more you don't eat after you're sick, the more uncomfortable you will be. Get up, eat something first, and then I'll send you to the hospital for a proper diagnosis."

"Cough, cough, cough! All right."

Gao Fei coughed twice and sat up from the sofa.

He just sat up when he coughed violently again.

When he was almost coughing, Lao Wang handed over a tissue in time.

Gao Fei took the tissue and wiped his mouth casually. Just as he was about to thank him with a smile, he suddenly froze: there was blood on the tissue.

The violent cough he had just now coughed up blood!

The bright red blood, sticking to the white paper towel, looked extremely dazzling.

Lao Wang's face changed, and when he was about to say something, Gao Fei crumpled up the tissue and gasped without raising his head, "Old Wang, you, you tell everyone to go out first, I want to be quiet."

Coughing, coughing up blood, especially if you have a high fever, what does it mean?
Anyone with a little knowledge of pathology may think of some frightening diseases, such as tuberculosis, such as the H7N9 that was popular some time ago...

Especially the latter, it is even more distasteful!

(End of this chapter)