Fu Heng's private villa.
"Mr. Fu, are you alright?" Jiang Xinyue, who was waiting outside the bathroom, became worried after the bathroom fell silent.
"Mr. Fu, can you hear me?" Jiang Xinyue knocked on the bathroom door, her tone somewhat anxious.
Seeing that there was still no response, Jiang Xinyue quickly opened the bathroom door and saw a steamy scene.
Fu Heng, dressed in a white shirt, was soaking in the bathtub, his face flushed and panting heavily.
His shirt was soaked with water, revealing his muscular chest, perfect curves, and defined abs, making them completely visible.
Even Jiang Xinyue, who had been through marriage, was so shocked by what she saw that she blushed.
She quickly turned around, her face flushed and her heart pounding. "Um, Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to peek."
Fu Heng vaguely heard Jiang Xinyue's voice. As his consciousness gradually returned, he found himself in such an awkward situation.
His head was still a little dizzy because he had suddenly felt dizzy in the bathroom. The effects of the medicine, combined with the cold water, made him lose consciousness for a moment, and he only felt dizzy and lightheaded.
"Xinyue, come here for a moment."
Hearing this, Jiang Xinyue, who had her back to Fu Heng, felt her heart pounding like a drum: "President Fu, isn't this inappropriate?"
"I...I think I have a fever. Help me up and call a doctor for me." Fu Heng tried to get out of the bathtub, but found that he had no strength left.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue immediately became very nervous. "You have a fever? It's all my fault. If you hadn't been drinking for me, you wouldn't have had to endure the effects of this medicine."
"This is not the time to talk about these things. I feel terrible all over," Fu Heng said weakly.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue realized what was happening, quickly took out her phone, and said, "Okay, I'll call the doctor right away."
Jiang Xinyue dialed the emergency number.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xinyue gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "President Fu, let me help you out. Let's find you some clean clothes to change into first, otherwise your condition will get worse."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, turned around and walked quickly to the bathtub, trying to keep her gaze level and not focus on Fu Heng's soaking wet body.
She struggled to help Fu Heng up. Fu Heng's tall body almost entirely pressed down on her, and the wet water soaked her as well. Jiang Xinyue staggered.
She could feel that Fu Heng's body was burning hot and trembling.
This heat is not the heat of passion that came before, but rather the intense heat that comes after a period of alternating hot and cold.
"Fu Heng, hang in there." Jiang Xinyue helped the soaking wet Fu Heng out of the bathroom and struggled to move him to the bedside in the bedroom.
"Mr. Fu, please have a seat for a while. I'll go find some clothes."
Jiang Xinyue didn't dare to linger. She turned around and started rummaging through the wardrobe, hurriedly finding a clean set of pajamas.
When she returned to the bedside, Fu Heng's face was even paler, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Jiang Xinyue's heart clenched. She gently lifted Fu Heng's arm and helped him remove his soaked shirt. Her fingers inadvertently touched Fu Heng's burning skin, and she jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, her face burning hot.
"I...I'm sorry," Jiang Xinyue stammered, her voice barely audible.
"It's okay. If you feel uncomfortable, Lawson can change it for me when he gets here," Fu Heng said through gritted teeth, enduring the discomfort.
"Then let me help you change your clothes first!" Jiang Xinyue said awkwardly. She could help him change his clothes, but she'd leave the pants to Rosen.
In a state of extreme tension and embarrassment, Jiang Xinyue finally helped Fu Heng change into his pajamas.
Just then, the doorbell rang urgently downstairs; the doctor had arrived.
Jiang Xinyue hurried downstairs to open the door. The moment she opened the door, she saw Rosen with the family doctor and nurse.
"Miss Jiang, how is Mr. Fu?"
"You've finally arrived. The person is upstairs, still running a fever and delirious."
Upon hearing this, Rosen had no time to react and hurriedly led the doctor and nurse to Fu Heng's bedroom on the second floor.
After examining Fu Heng, the doctor frowned and said, "It's an acute fever. With the effects of alcohol and medication, plus the sudden change from hot to cold, the situation is a bit tricky. We need to start an IV drip right away." As he spoke, he began preparing the medical equipment.
Jiang Xinyue stood aside, watching the doctor's busy figure, feeling full of self-blame.
Recalling how President Chen made things difficult for her at the dinner table tonight, if Fu Heng hadn't shielded her from the drinks, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
"Xinyue," Fu Heng called softly, his voice weak but reassuring, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."
Jiang Xinyue looked up and met Fu Heng's gentle gaze. Her heart warmed, but her eyes involuntarily reddened.
Even though the man in front of her was in so much pain himself, he still didn't forget to comfort her.
Jiang Xinyue even wondered why she hadn't met Fu Heng sooner.
But fate played a cruel trick on her. She first met Bo Jingcheng and was forced by the system to pursue him for five years. Before she knew it, she had fallen in love with him.
But fate played another trick on her, bringing back Bo Jingcheng's white moonlight, causing her to completely lose heart and choose to give up on the strategy.
But Jiang Xinyue knew very well that she could not fall in love with Fu Heng, nor could she reciprocate his feelings.
Because, in just one month, she will be leaving this world.
The doctor inserted the IV needle into Fu Heng's vein, and the medicine slowly flowed into his body. The room was so quiet that only the faint ticking of the equipment could be heard.
Rosen busied himself helping the doctor hand things over, while Jiang Xinyue stood blankly by the bed, looking at Fu Heng's increasingly haggard face, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Miss Jiang, why don't you go change your clothes first, so you don't catch a cold."
Rosen noticed that Jiang Xinyue was soaking wet and kindly reminded her.
Jiang Xinyue then came to her senses, glanced at her clothes that were soaked by Fu Heng, and nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll be right back."
She left the room and went to the guest room, searching around, but found no woman's clothes.
The book doesn't describe Fu Heng much, after all, he's just a cannon fodder male supporting character.
However, she did not expect that Fu Heng was so self-disciplined. As soon as she entered, she noticed that there were no women's slippers in the villa.
Nowadays, it's impossible to find even a single piece of clothing for girls.
It seems that no woman has ever lived in this villa.
Looking at her slightly tired and somewhat sad face in the mirror, she sighed softly.
"Fine, I'll just wear his shirt for now!"
Left with no other choice, Jiang Xinyue could only find Fu Heng's white shirt and change out of her wet dress.
When Fu Heng returned to his bedroom, the doctor and Rosen were talking in hushed tones.
"Mr. Fu's condition has stabilized for now, but he still needs close monitoring. He must not catch a cold in the next couple of days," the doctor advised.
"Okay, thank you, doctor." Rosen nodded seriously, his gaze falling on Fu Heng on the bed.
Jiang Xinyue walked to the bedside and sat down. Fu Heng's hand hung limply at the edge of the bed. She subconsciously reached out and grasped it, then put his hand back under the covers.
Seeing Jiang Xinyue's actions, Rosen changed the subject, "Doctor, let me give you a ride!"
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