His Majesty the Demon King is an internet celebrity

Chapter 242
Zhang Yong sighed unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Boss, take care of yourself."

"I told you I'm fine." Han Bo coughed lightly, but the cough struck again, and he coughed several times in succession.

Zhang Yongsheng said in a low voice: "You just said that you are not dead yet."

Han Bo raised his eyes and glanced at him, took a sip of the water that had already cooled down, and finally suppressed his cough.

Zhang Yong put the stomach medicine on the table, and shook his head helplessly: "You have a stomachache and drink cold water, your cold hasn't healed for a few days, and your cough has been going on for a few days. I left the medicine here, boss, take it according to your mood. "

Han Bo unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured two pills, threw them into his mouth and swallowed them.

"Thank you, how much money will be reimbursed to the financial side."

Zhang Yong let out a "huh" and said, "Now I receive your salary of 10,000+ every month, and I can still afford to buy you a bottle of stomach medicine worth more than ten yuan."

Han Bo twitched the corner of his mouth and continued typing on the keyboard.

"Why haven't the reports for the previous quarter been done yet? Has the latest week's feedback on the new game been summarized? Has the public relations department finalized the advertising plan? I want to see these things during the meeting in the afternoon."

Zhang Yong hurriedly nodded and explained carefully: "The report is only short of the last round of verification, and it will be done at noon. The latest feedback summary of the new game is ready, and the data is very good. Liu Qing from the PR department said yesterday that the first draft has been finalized, It should be fine today."

Just as Han Bo was about to speak, he suddenly burst into a strong cough.

"Boss!" Zhang Yong quickly picked up the water glass, hurried to the water dispenser in the corner to get some hot water, and then ran back.

Han Bo took a sip and finally eased the cough.

Zhang Yong smiled wryly: "Your cough is not cured, and the meeting in the afternoon is probably the sound of your cough. Boss, go to the hospital and get some medicine. It will recover quickly. You have been ignoring it for a few days, will you be fine?" ?”

Han Bo frowned. He really didn't like coughing non-stop, which seriously affected his work efficiency and affected other colleagues.

The weather was very cold a few days ago. He didn't add a quilt, but still covered with the thin quilt. He woke up several times from the cold, and then felt a little stuffy and dizzy.

I thought it would be fine in two days, but this annoying cough followed!
The afternoon meeting was a general high-level meeting, with at least forty people present.There is a lot of work to be discussed and studied, and he has no time to cough.

"That... I'll give you a number first." Zhang Yong took out his mobile phone and pointed to the front of the road to explain: "The Central Hospital is over there, and it will be there in a few minutes. If you make an appointment in advance, and get medicine, the top It will take you half an hour at most."

Han Bo tapped the keyboard and said, "I don't have time now, let's talk at noon."

Zhang Yong shook his head and explained: "The doctors are off at noon, so we can only go to the emergency room. Then we can't make an appointment!"

"Don't be afraid." Han Bo said lightly, "Just go to the emergency room—cough cough cough cough!"

Looking at his busy and coughing silhouette, Zhang Yong sighed, shook his head, closed the door and left.

The boss doesn't know when he will be able to come out, but I hope it won't take too long.

As for that unfeeling woman, no matter how far she goes, she must not let the boss meet her again, so as not to repeat the same mistakes of falling in love, and I don't know how long it will be tormented!

……

At noon, Dongfang Zi woke up from hunger, got up in a daze, and found that her fingers were still hurting, and the tape was red—even the corner of the quilt was dyed red!
"My God! This wound—how can it never stop bleeding?"

No, it seems that I have to go to the hospital to sew it up, otherwise I may lose too much blood.

(End of this chapter)