The pushover offended a top-tier boss

At first, it was just a dull ache.

She didn't pay attention, assuming it was just from drinking cold air while running.

But gradually, the pain became more and more obvious.

The dull ache turned into a sharp, agonizing pain. Her back involuntarily bent over, and sweat began to bead on her forehead.

She cursed inwardly, thinking it was bad news; it seemed like her period had started.

She quietly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a sanitary napkin, clutching it in her hand, trying her best not to let Zhou Huaijin see it.

But the person opposite her had already noticed her abnormality. Her face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat was beading on her forehead.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Boss, I... need to go to the restroom." Her voice sounded a little weak.

"Um."

After confirming the reason, he didn't ask any further questions.

Ye Zhenzhen stood up, clutched the sanitary napkin in her hand, tucked it behind her back, and walked quickly toward the door.

As they reached the door, Zhou Huaijin suddenly spoke up: "There's a restroom here."

She paused for a moment, then turned her head.

He gestured with his chin, indicating that she should come inside.

The public restroom in the corridor is at the other end, and it's a long detour to get there. She's in severe abdominal pain right now, and every step is torture.

She gritted her teeth and went inside.

The executive restroom was larger than she had imagined. It had a separate shower and toilet area; a bottle of hand soap and a box of tissues sat on the sink, both spotless and without a single water stain. The tiles were light gray, polished to a shine.

She closed the door, sat on the toilet, and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, there was already a dark red stain on the underwear.

She changed her sanitary napkin, washed her hands, and glanced at her pale face in the mirror.

When I stood up again, my stomach hurt even more.

She even had to hold onto the wall to walk out.

Zhou Huaijin looked up and saw her walking weakly out of the bathroom.

She stood up, walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass with warm water, and then took out a small blister pack from the medicine box and pushed it in front of her.

"Ibuprofen, for pain relief."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

"Thank you, boss..."

She took the water glass and the medicine blister pack, plucked out a pill, put it in her mouth, tilted her head back, took a sip of water, and swallowed it.

The warm water slid down my throat, and the warmth spread from my esophagus to my stomach, but the cramping in my lower abdomen continued.

Zhou Huaijin sat back down in her chair, pulled her notebook in front of her, and began to revise the report word by word.

His fingers were long and slender, and his typing was unhurried and deliberate. The paragraphs she had written on the screen gradually became smooth, clear, and logical under his hands.

Ye Zhenzhen sat behind him, holding a water glass, watching him revise his report.

However, ten minutes passed.

The ibuprofen hasn't found where she's hurting yet.

She endured the pain, bending lower and lower, her breathing becoming rapid.

Zhou Huaijin looked up at her again.

Her complexion was even worse than before. Her lips were almost bloodless, and the stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and clung to her skin.

He put down the mouse and stood up.

"Let's go to the hospital."

Ye Zhenzhen looked up and quickly said, "No need for a leader, it's just regular menstrual cramps..."

"Menstrual cramps are an illness too." He had already picked up his coat, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and said, "Let's go."

"No, really, no need. I'll just drink some brown sugar water when I get back—"

"Ye Zhenzhen." He called her name, his voice not loud, but his tone left no room for negotiation.

She shut up.

"If you collapse in my office, I'll have to file a workers' compensation claim for you." He glanced at her.

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

This joke isn't funny at all...

She obediently stood up, picked up her bag, and followed behind him.

The underground parking garage was quiet and unusually deserted.

Zhou Huaijin walked up to a black Audi, pressed the key, and the headlights flashed twice.

She thought he would ask Chen Zheng to drive, or ask Secretary Lin, but to her surprise, he got into the driver's seat himself.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the passenger door and got in.

There was a faint smell of leather in the car, mixed with the woody scent of his clothes. The center console was clean and tidy, without any unnecessary decorations, except for a cup holder and a small, unopened bottle of mineral water.

He started the car, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car drove smoothly out of the garage.

It was completely dark outside, and the streetlights were on one by one.

Zhou Huaijin gripped the steering wheel with one hand and picked up his phone with the other, making a call.

"Yes, I'll be there in about ten minutes. Let's get things arranged so I can get a check-up done."

He said something on the other end of the phone, hummed in response, and hung up.

Ye Zhenzhen sat in the passenger seat, her hands covering her lower abdomen, her body slightly curled up. The car's air conditioning was on full blast, the warm air making her cheeks feel hot, but the cramps in her stomach came in waves, causing her to curl up into a ball.

There are several unread messages from Meng Chen on WeChat.

[Baby, when are you done with your work? I bought several snacks.]

Ye Zhenzhen replied to him: "You should go home first. I estimate it will be a while."

I'll talk to him about menstrual cramps when I get back.

Binzhou First People's Hospital.

At this time of day, the outpatient department of the hospital is already closed, but the emergency room is bustling with people.

However, Zhou Huaijin did not stop at the emergency room entrance, but drove directly to a side door behind the inpatient department.

There were already people waiting there.

A middle-aged man in a white coat was followed by two nurses and a person pushing a wheelchair.

"Secretary Zhou," the middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and extended his hand, "We made all the arrangements as soon as we received your call. The ward is on the twelfth floor, in the VIP area."

Zhou Huaijin shook hands with him: "Thank you for your help, Dean Wang."

When the nurse helped her into the wheelchair, she was too embarrassed to look up.

The first time in my life I've ever sat in a wheelchair was because of menstrual cramps.

Moreover, she felt that the pain had eased somewhat at that moment.

She didn't want to go anymore...

Ke Ren has already been taken to the ward.

The room was spacious, with a private bathroom, sofa, TV, and refrigerator. The windows were large, offering views of the city skyline at night.

Ye Zhenzhen was helped to lie down on the bed.

The head nurse arrived quickly, pushing a portable color Doppler ultrasound machine. The head of the gynecology department also arrived.

"Let's do an ultrasound first to check if the uterus is normal."

The ultrasound probe slid back and forth across her lower abdomen. The doctor watched the screen for a while:

"There's nothing wrong. Your uterus and adnexa are normal. It's probably just functional dysmenorrhea."

Zhou Huaijin hummed in response but didn't say anything.

Ye Zhenzhen also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm embarrassed to say:

"Boss, I'm actually feeling much better now, let's go back."

Unexpectedly, the dean brought in an even older woman with half her hair turned white.

"This is Director Wang of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, the best gynecologist in the city. Let Director Wang take Ms. Ye's pulse."

Zhou Huaijin nodded: "Okay."

The doctor, wearing reading glasses, placed his fingers on her wrist and took her pulse for a while with his eyes closed.

"Did you often stay up late before?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded guiltily, "Yes..."

Are your periods usually regular?

"It's not very regular, it might be delayed..." Her voice trailed off, as if she wanted to bury her face in the blanket.

"Is the amount too small, and are there blood clots?"

"Yes..." She dared not look at anyone anymore.

It's so embarrassing.

She wanted to say that she was no longer in pain, not at all, and asked that they let her go!

After taking her pulse, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor asked, "Is your sex life usually regular?"

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.

His face flushed red instantly, burning from his neck all the way to his ears.

The old Chinese medicine doctor saw that she blushed and assumed that she was too shy to speak.

She subconsciously assumed that the man beside her was her husband, so she looked at Zhou Huaijin.

Zhou Huaijin stood on the other side of the hospital bed, holding her medical record in her hand, flipping through it, her expression calm.

"No, it's irregular..." Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly whispered.

The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded and said directly to Zhou Huaijin:

"Her endocrine system isn't very good, and she has a noticeable cold uterus. She should try to eat less cold food in the future, adjust her sleep schedule, and stop staying up late."

Zhou Huaijin nodded: "Mm."

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor added, "Regular sexual activity is beneficial for endocrine regulation and can also relieve menstrual cramps."

Zhou Huaijin nodded again, his expression unchanged: "Mm."

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to die.

I really want to die.

"No, we are not..."

She was about to explain when Zhou Huaijin interrupted her.

"She fell into ice water a few days ago. Will that have any effect on her health?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's expression turned serious: "The invasion of cold into the body has a significant impact. This abdominal pain is closely related to it. Cold cannot be expelled in a day or two. If it is not taken seriously, its long-term accumulation may affect fertility."

She looked at Zhou Huaijin and asked earnestly, "You haven't had children yet, have you?"

Zhou Huaijin replied, "No."

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

The old Chinese medicine doctor lowered his head and wrote a prescription: "I'll prescribe a formula, one course of treatment is half a month, once a day. Take it on time, and your next menstrual cycle won't be so painful."

"The Chinese medicine will be decocted, packaged, and sealed here. You should be better by tomorrow."

Zhou Huaijin took the prescription, folded it, and put it in his coat pocket.

"Okay, thank you."

Ye Zhenzhen really wanted to say that she was no longer in pain, that she really wasn't in pain anymore.

Ibuprofen finally found where she was in pain.

But her face was completely gone.