Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 1225 Illness
Wang Qing looked at her and laughed out loud, and said teasingly, "If you don't tell me, I really don't think you're making excuses."

Wang Zhi pouted at her, then took her arm and said, "Sister Qing, why don't you let Shu Shu accompany you? Isn't she already here?"

Shu Shu is her assistant and came a day later than them due to visa reasons.

Well, just when Wang Zhi was filming, Shu Shu had already arrived.

Wang Qing shook her head with a smile, put her arms around her shoulders and walked to the car, saying as she walked, "No need, you all have a good rest, you have to stay for half a month, and there is no rush for a day or two."

Wang Zhi chuckled: "I'm afraid you'll be bored!"

After speaking, she covered her mouth and sneezed.

Wang Qing rubbed her head and handed her a tissue, "Your body is really terrible, hurry back and rest."

Wang Zhi nodded in response, and followed Wang Qing back to the hotel.

As expected, Jiang Qingyu had already left, and Wang Zhi took two cold medicines, then tucked into the quilt and went to sleep.

She was so drowsy that she didn't know how long she had slept, she just felt her throat was on fire, and she wanted to drink a saliva, but she couldn't pull it up a bit.

She vaguely seemed to say something, as if she called someone's name.

Then she felt nothing.

Jiang Qingyu returned to the hotel after the meeting in the morning. He originally planned to take a lunch break. After all, it was a battle of wits and courage to negotiate in the afternoon. He felt——

Nima is so tired!
He's just a programmer and he doesn't want to talk business at all!

What is a contract?
Is there code that works like a charm? !

But whether he likes it or not, the contract is there, and he has to talk about it if he doesn't.

It's just that he had just returned to the hotel room when he heard a soft murmur in the master bedroom.

Jiang Qingyu frowned, and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no sound from inside.

He frowned, and called softly, "Wang Zhi?"

For Wang Zhi, Luo Han took good care of her, especially during those six years, he protected her everywhere, and no unspoken rules were allowed to get on her. give others.

When chatting occasionally, Luo Han also mentioned her.

Jiang Qingyu actually knew very well that Luo Han was taking care of her best friend for Gu Nian.

And he...

To be honest, I just watched a few of Wang Zhi's films.

Now that the girl was in the room but there was no movement at all, Jiang Qingyu frowned, and finally made up his mind to push open the door.

What catches the eye is the overly wide bed, on which Wang Zhi is curled up into a small ball, looking a little pitiful.

Jiang Qingyu walked to her bedside, and before reaching out to test the temperature of her forehead, he felt something was wrong.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her temperature was not low.

Jiang Qingyu called her twice in a low voice, but Wang Zhi just hummed twice, and there was no more movement.

He reached out to touch Wang Zhi's forehead, and then frowned.

Start with a hot slice.

The cold medicine she just took and half a glass of water were still on the bedside table, and the water was completely cold.

Jiang Qingyu sighed silently, went out quietly, dialed the secretary's phone number, briefly explained Wang Zhi's situation, and asked him to bring a doctor.

After making the phone call, Jiang Qingyu opened the door without any hesitation, and just kept it ajar. He went to get a towel, soaked it in water and wrung it dry, and then quickly returned to Wang Zhi's room.

Wang Zhi seemed really uncomfortable, she fell into a drowsy sleep, frowning slightly.

Jiang Qingyu put the towel on her forehead, and then...

What else should I do?
What else is he going to do?
Should he go?

Is it bad to stay in a girl's room like this?
Just when Jiang Qingyu's head was full of question marks, the secretary came in with a doctor.

The doctor took Wang Zhi's temperature, then curled his lips to express surprise, and then directly prepared antipyretics and gave Wang Zhi an injection.

"Sir, there are two bottles of medicine in total. Please take a look at it. If this lady is still uncomfortable, you can call me at any time." The doctor left after speaking. He is a private doctor specially hired by the hotel to prepare for guests. of.

The hotel is full at the moment, and his work is really not easy.

The secretary looked at Jiang Qingyu with some concern, and suggested, "Mr. Jiang, I will take care of Miss Wang for you. Can you rest first?"

Jiang Qingyu shook his head, hesitated for a while and said, "Just say I'm not feeling well, and the afternoon session will be postponed until tomorrow."

The secretary choked, then nodded helplessly.

Jiang Qingyu didn't think too much about it, but simply felt that...

Wang Zhi was alone in the hotel with a fever, probably no one to take care of her.

Jiang Qingyu's heart ached unconsciously at the thought of her being an actress who went abroad to film but couldn't even book a hotel.

Thinking of those stars who had just debuted but cheered for Luo Han when he occasionally went to Shengshi Entertainment to find Luo Han, Jiang Qingyu silently took out his phone and sent Luo Han a message.

"You unscrupulous capitalist!"

Luo Han replied to him with a confused face: "????? You are not?"

Jiang Qingyu ignored him at all, just sat by Wang Zhi's bed and watched her IV.

Afraid of disturbing her to rest, he didn't even use the computer, so he took a contract and sat there quietly watching.

After reading one of his contracts, Wang Zhi sighed and opened her eyes.

"Huh?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, and finally saw the face of the person beside the bed clearly.

Jiang Qingyu immediately put down the folder in his hand after hearing the voice, leaned over and pressed her shoulder and said softly, "Don't move, you have a fever and you are about to get an injection."

This action of his made them very close, and Wang Zhi's face instantly turned red.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Please, I... I thought I just had a cold."

The corners of Jiang Qingyu's mouth were slightly raised, and he sat back on the chair, looked up at the half of the medicine bottle left and said, "It's almost over, take your temperature again."

He said, and handed the thermometer to Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi responded and took it, and lay there obediently to take her temperature.

Fortunately, the scorching heat on her face did not affect her body temperature, which has dropped, which is very good news.

Jiang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll order for you."

She fell asleep when he came back, and presumably hadn't had lunch at all.

Wang Zhi hesitated for a moment, her voice was a little soft: "Well... I want to drink porridge."

Jiang Qingyu nodded in response, leaned over to pick up the landline phone on the bedside table, and dialed the hotel's order number.

After ordering the meal, Jiang Qingyu looked at Wang Zhi and asked, "Why did you suddenly have a fever? Didn't you feel fine this morning?"

Wang Zhi smiled awkwardly, "Well... Actually, it was windy during filming in the morning, and my immunity has been a little low recently."

(End of this chapter)