Chapter 16 No Complaints

Song Li woke up after his fever subsided. It was six o'clock in the morning. It was still dark, and only a little light came in through the slightly open window. Looking at the back of his left hand, he saw a piece of white medical tape, which was left after the needle was removed during the infusion.

Could it be that He Qian is back?

She climbed out of bed slowly, feeling dizzy and cold as she stepped out of bed. She couldn't help coughing.

He Qian jumped up from the sofa and turned on the bedside lamp. "What are you doing?"

Song Li was startled and looked at him in disbelief. Why was he here? When did he come? Was he sleeping on the sofa next to him? Did he call a doctor for him?

There were so many questions that Song Li didn’t know which one to ask first!

He Qian grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the bed: "Lie down!"

Then he went out and called out, "Bring in the hot food!"

Song Li stretched out his legs from the bed and tried to put on his shoes.

He Qian turned on the headlights and stood in front of her. "Do you want me to call Du Zhanrong over? You need his care more?"

Song Li coughed a few times, and his fever subsided so quickly that he broke out in a sweat, and his underwear became sticky. He explained, "I feel uncomfortable all over and want to take a bath."

"Drink a bowl of porridge before washing, you won't die." He Qian said and left the room.

In just five minutes, Liu Mingzhen came in with a small tray containing a bowl of porridge and a side dish.

"Aunt Zhen?" Song Li's voice was a little hoarse. "When did you come?"

Liu Mingzhen was a servant of the former He family. She was in her fifties. Since Tao Fuhua passed away, He Qian's father retired to the countryside. She did not work as a servant elsewhere and continued to live in the former He family, cleaning on weekdays.

He Qian sometimes asked her to travel back and forth between Ciyun Pavilion and Fenghua Manor. To He Qian, Liu Mingzhen was an old man whom he rarely missed and cared about.

"The young master sent someone to pick me up from there around one in the morning, saying you were sick." Aunt Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, handing her some porridge. "Your fever was 40 degrees Celsius last night! Doctor Zhang gave you some fever-reducing medicine and told you to eat something when you wake up."

Song Li felt dizzy and her throat was burning. She didn't want to say any more polite words. Aunt Zhen was not a fussy person. She had lived in Ciyun Pavilion for ten years and had come to take care of her several times. She was really attentive and considerate to her.

"Drink the porridge and take some medicine before going to sleep. If you still feel uncomfortable when you wake up, you have to go to the hospital. Don't force yourself." Aunt Zhen put some side dishes in her bowl from time to time. "Luckily, the young master is back from his business trip, otherwise, you would have been burned to death!"

Song Li seemed to have regained her sense of taste at this time. The bitter taste was teasing the tip of her tongue. It would be better to be stupid. At least no matter how much she was tortured by He Qian, she could be dull, stupid and not know grief and despair. Like now, life was obviously very hard, but she could not tolerate resistance. Wouldn't it be better to be stupid?

Song Li drank some porridge, took some medicine, and took a hot bath. She felt much better. By then, it was already daybreak. She knew He Qian was in the study, but she couldn't muster the energy to face him. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and continued to sleep...

In the world after sleep, the air gradually turns into frost, as if turning this season into a freezer.

For the next two or three days, He Qian did not return to Ciyun Pavilion, and Song Li did not go to the company, and they did not see each other.

It was sunny this morning and the weather was very good. He Qian sat in the office and listened to the technical director Liang Tao talking about the progress of the project.

When he talked about how to carry out the new data intelligence project of the Third Hospital, He Qian stopped him and said, "Hasn't the project of the Third Hospital been finalized yet?"

Liang Tao shrugged his glasses, "Secretary Song drafted a contract for legal review a few days ago. It was signed back to the company last night, and it's going through the second round of legal review this morning!"

He Qian frowned. As soon as this project came out, he thought of the first round of recruitment at the Third Hospital. It was he who arranged for Song Li to approach the people at the Third Hospital, which led to the subsequent cooperation project.

Huang Qiying, the director of the Third Hospital, is an old stubborn person who is unyielding to advice, but he takes special care of his own people. Therefore, if someone has nothing to do with "relatives and friends", they can't enter his circle at all. No matter how famous Qi Liang is, in Huang Qiying's eyes, he is still a person without connections.

He Qian didn't know what tricks Song Li used to make Huang Qiying believe Qi Liang for the Third Hospital's project a few years ago, and he didn't care, but the price he paid was certainly imaginable.

So this time, he seemed to be very opposed to this project in his heart, as if as long as he opened his mouth to take it, Song Li would have to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire again...

"During the project meeting, didn't I say that if we want to do it, we should let people from the business department go?" He Qian's voice was stern, as if he was questioning.

Liang Tao didn't reply for a moment. No one dared to interfere with Song Li's work. Everyone knew that there was nothing she couldn't handle as long as she took action. No matter how difficult the opponent was, Song Li would bring back good news the next day.

Later, He Qian asked Yang Xiao to inquire, only to find out that Song Li had indeed found Huang Qiying's wife last night, and drank a lot of alcohol. He returned to Ciyun Pavilion in the early morning and fainted downstairs in the community for nearly twenty minutes!

He Qian watched the surveillance video of Ciyun Pavilion. Song Li stumbled into the doorway of the first-floor lobby. Before he could even enter, he fell on the stairs. He tried to stand up several times, but he had no strength left. He simply lay on the ground, motionless...

On such a cold winter night, no strong man could withstand such weather! She was extremely afraid of the cold, had drunk alcohol, and wasn't dressed warmly enough. How did she survive the twenty minutes of unconsciousness?

He Qian stared at the surveillance video, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He had finally broken all the rage and backbone of that woman...

Song Li just knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. He."

He Qian turned off the video and looked up at her. She was dressed appropriately and had makeup on. She looked completely different from the disheveled girl she was last night, as if she was not the same person.

Song Li handed over a document. "This is the P-n58 I learned about from Mr. Du a few days ago. I don't have the original data. These are the data I summarized after listening to his conversation with Huang Nai."

"Huang Nai?"

"Yes, President Du's mother asked him to hand over all the data to Huang Nai and to be in charge of this press conference and subsequent explanations of the drug after its launch."

"Should I first understand... why did Du Zhanrong, who two months ago vowed never to join Chen's, suddenly agree to work with Chen's business? Or should I first understand why Du Zhanrong allowed you to participate in this research and development data that could strangle Chen's lifeblood without shying away from you?"

“You should first understand the authenticity of the data.”

He Qian then flipped through the folder. Several pages were filled with densely packed chemical equations, from targets to clinical practice, from experiments to control... but there were also more detailed explanations in Chinese below.

Song Li knew him well. Although he came from a medical family—his father and grandfather were veteran Chinese medicine practitioners, and his mother was a highly capable Western medicine researcher—He Qian had always enjoyed doing things unrelated to medicine, especially after his mother's death. Therefore, the explanation she could include for this information was exceptionally detailed.

"Mr. Du trusts you quite a bit..." He Qian leaned back in the chair and looked up at her.

"Mr. Du trusts you." Song Li stood up straight. The pain of the hangover had long been worn away by him. That little bit of discomfort was nothing in front of He Qian.

"He only thinks I'm your secretary, so he doesn't avoid me. After all, it was you who asked me to stay and take care of him."

He Qian was suddenly stunned by these words, and his mind immediately echoed her dazed words when she had a fever: "Du Zhanrong is only injured and needs to rest for a week, and you leave me with him for a week. What if he never recovers? Do I have to stay with him for the rest of my life..."

He noticed that Song Li seemed to have changed. When did she stop confronting him? She was so embarrassed last night, so why didn't she complain or even show a trace of dissatisfaction?

"But I always feel that there are some missing data..." Song Li began to explain incessantly. With her profound knowledge and keenness in pharmaceutical research, she had enough evidence to doubt its completeness.

He Qian stared at her in a daze. Even though he heard the voice, he didn't listen to a word.