The boss got sick from overwork

After days of frantic work and unfamiliarity with the local climate, Gu Lin felt a little out of sorts.

At this moment, Lin Yu'an felt like the fish that was about to drown.

He leaned his back against the cold marble wall, wishing he could embed himself into it.

His immediate superior, Gu Lin, the person who has the final say in Gu Group, is currently sitting on that expensive custom-made Italian sofa.

Gu Lin's face was flushed abnormally, standing out against the overly pale background.

His eyes, which were usually as sharp as an eagle and could see through people's hearts, were now a little out of focus.

He pursed his lips tightly, the lines of his lips were stretched like a straight bowstring, and they were slightly cracked and peeling.

Every breath seemed particularly heavy, with a suppressed hissing sound.

"Cough... cough..." A heart-wrenching cough suddenly broke out.

Gu Lin's body was shaking violently and uncontrollably.

That voice made Lin Yuan's scalp tingle.

My heart ached in rhythm with the coughing.

"Mr. Gu..." Lin Yu'an's voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat.

He subconsciously took a half step forward, his fingertips curled up, "You...you really don't want to go to the hospital? This fever looks too scary, it's over 39 degrees..."

Before he could finish his words, he was abruptly cut off by a cold and hoarse voice, which still carried unquestionable majesty.

"No."

Gu Lin didn't even look up at him, but just squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.

He straightened his back with great effort, even though the movement made his brows tighten painfully and the veins on his forehead twitched.

He raised his hand to the collar of his expensive silk shirt.

It was pulled askew, revealing a small section of the neck that was also abnormally red.

"Give me the water."

He ordered, his gaze finally turning to Lin Yu'an.

In those eyes, bloodshot from the high fever, was the irresistible pressure that Lin Yu'an was all too familiar with.

"Oh… okay! Right away!"

Lin Yu'an snapped back to his senses as if struck by a whip, and almost crawled towards the bar in the corner of the suite.

He hurriedly picked up the crystal glass and held it to the sensor faucet.

The water flowed into the cup, and the sound was amplified infinitely in the overly quiet suite.

It struck Lin Yu'an's tense nerves.

He carefully held the glass of water, walked quickly back to the sofa and bent down.

He handed the cup to Gu Lin as respectfully as possible, and tried to force a flattering, soothing smile on his face.

"Mr. Gu, the water is here, it's warm, please hurry up..."

"Warm?" Gu Lin's gaze fell on the faint mist at the rim of the cup, and his brows instantly twisted into a deeper knot.

There was a nasal tone in his voice, and he said, "How can I drink it when it's so hot?"

He didn't even touch the glass, but just turned his head away in disgust, as if the water in the glass was something poisonous.

"Change to something cool."

Lin Yu'an's hand holding the cup froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

He really wanted to yell at that red-hot but still cold face: When it comes to water temperature, who can be accurate to within a few tenths of a degree when it is said to be "warm"?

But the reality was that he could only take a deep breath.

His face was stiff again, but he had to keep smiling.

The voice became softer and lower: "Okay, Mr. Gu, please wait a moment, I will change it right away."

He turned around, poured out the warm water in the cup, filled it with half a cup of ice water, and then filled it with boiling water from the water dispenser next to him.

Like a bad chemist, he fumbled with the mixture, mixing it back and forth and adding water.

After struggling for several minutes, he finally took the glass of water, which he thought was almost "cold", and moved it in front of Gu Lin again.

Hold your breath and pass it over.

This time, Gu Lin finally reached out his hand.

His fingertips were hot and had a sickly flush as he gently touched the wall of the cup.

As if pricked by the temperature, his fingers curled up almost imperceptibly before he took it steadily.

He didn't drink it immediately, but just frowned and stared at the slightly shaking water in the cup.

Lin Yu'an's heart was in his throat and he dared not breathe.

After a few seconds, Gu Lin reluctantly took a sip from the rim of the cup.

His throat rolled a few times and the swallowing seemed a little laborious.

Lin Yu'an was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but before he could let it out.

Gu Lin's low and hoarse voice sounded again, with a matter-of-fact command: "Medicine."

Lin Yu'an turned around resignedly and walked towards the medicine box on the coffee table.

He had to go to three nearby pharmacies to get the money.

A pile of bottles and jars, colorful pills and capsules lined up in a small row, were remotely designated by Gu Lin's personal doctor. Just looking at them made people dizzy.

Following the doctor's instructions, he carefully counted out several small pills of different colors and a white capsule.

He spread it in his palm, took the glass of water and handed it to Gu Lin.

There was an almost pious caution in his movements.

I was afraid that I would accidentally anger the sick tyrant again.

Gu Lin's eyes swept over the brightly colored pills in his palm. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, which were red due to the high fever.

He was silent for a few seconds, and just when Lin Yu'an thought he was finally willing to cooperate, the man's tightly pursed thin lips moved.

He uttered two words with a heavy nasal tone and undisguised disgust:

“It’s too bitter.”

Lin Yu'an's hand holding the water cup shook violently, and the water in the cup almost spilled out.

He raised his head suddenly and bumped into Gu Lin's eyes, which were a little dazed by the high heat.

But the words "I'm unhappy" are still written stubbornly in his eyes.

At that moment, Lin Yu'an's head was buzzing and there seemed to be stars in front of his eyes.

Bitter? Is there any medicine that isn't bitter? Did he think it was candy?

"Mr. Gu..." Lin Yu'an's voice was a little trembling, and he tried to reason with a desperate cry.

"This...this pill is like this. Good medicine tastes bitter, but I have to bear it and swallow it down with water..."

He tried to make his expression look sincere and pitiful.

Gu Lin didn't say anything, but just turned his head and looked at the bustling Marina Bay skyline outside the window.

The profile of his face remained as cold and hard as a sculpture despite the sickly blush, and his chin was taut, silently expressing resistance.

That posture looked like a three-year-old child who was throwing a tantrum and refusing to get an injection.

It's just that he has changed into the body of an adult overbearing CEO, and the sense of oppression has increased exponentially.

Lin Yu'an felt like he was about to be crushed by this silent confrontation.

He stared at Gu Lin's temples that were slightly wet with sweat, and at his tightly pursed lips that left no room for negotiation.

A deep feeling of powerlessness swept over him.

Fatigue was like a heavy lead block, pouring from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

He took a deep breath, and then another, his lungs filled to the brim, but the empty feeling of exhaustion could not be dispelled.

He admitted defeat.

"Please... please wait a moment."