Chapter 41 Having a Cold
Lin Yi'an put the book on the table, got out of bed, and took out a spare thermometer from the drawer of the dressing table. When she opened the door, she saw that the door next to her was open.
Lin Yi'an walked over and touched his hand: "Do you have a fever?"
Zhou Mingshi: "He should have a slight fever."
Lin Yi'an: "Go sit on the bed first and have your temperature taken."
Zhou Mingshi: "Hmm."
After taking her temperature, which was 37.7 degrees Celsius, not quite 38 degrees, she said, "It's a slight fever. Should I prescribe some medicine instead of giving her fever reducers? And then do some scraping with essential oils?"
Zhou Mingshi was already mentally prepared and simply hummed in agreement.
Lin Yi'an sat down to take his pulse. After taking his pulse, she asked about his other symptoms, wrote a prescription, and asked Ye Lingzhi to come up and get the medicine and brew it.
We already have these medicines at home, so we don't need to make a trip to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
Ye Lingzhi picked up the medicine and went to brew it. When Assistant Chen came out after taking a shower, he smelled the aroma of Chinese medicine spreading in the room. He went out to the kitchen and saw Ye Lingzhi brewing medicine. He asked, "Who is this for?"
Ye Lingzhi didn't even look up: "President Zhou caught a cold, and Sister Yi'an prescribed him some medicine."
Upon hearing this, Assistant Chen could no longer remain seated and immediately went upstairs.
The door to Zhou Mingshi's room was half open. Zhou Mingshi was lying on the bed, revealing his broad and powerful back. Lin Yi'an took a gua sha board, poured some essential oil on his back, and bent down to scrape it with a normal expression.
As soon as Assistant Chen entered, he saw his boss as docile as a cat, obediently lying there while Miss Lin gave him gua sha...
It was rather inappropriate for him to barge in like this. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Miss Lin call out to him.
"Assistant Chen, pour your boss a glass of warm water. He'll probably drink it later."
Assistant Chen: "Okay."
After the scraping, Lin Yi'an wiped the essential oil off his back, pulled the blanket up to cover him, and said, "You can't take a shower right after scraping. If you feel uncomfortable, just bear with it."
Zhou Mingshi: "It's alright, I can bear it."
Lin Yi'an picked up the thermometer and took his temperature again: "His body temperature has gone down a bit."
Zhou Mingshi: "My head doesn't hurt anymore."
Lin Yi'an: "Put on your pajamas and rest for a while. I'll bring the medicine in when it's ready."
Zhou Mingshi: "Hmm."
Lin Yi'an went back to her room. Assistant Chen came in with a glass of water, but didn't see her. He asked, "Miss Lin, you've gone back to your room?"
Zhou Mingshi: "Bring the water."
Assistant Chen walked over and handed him the water glass.
Zhou Mingshi took a few sips of water and handed the glass to him. Assistant Chen took the glass and couldn't help but say, "You must have caught a cold because you didn't eat on time or rest properly during your business trip."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Assistant Chen continued, "You complained that the food wasn't good when I offered you it, and even when I went out and bought it according to your preferences, you barely ate any. If President Tan finds out you have a cold again, I'll get nagged by her again, and I might even have my New Year's bonus deducted..."
Before lying down, Zhou Mingshi said, "If you don't shut up, you'll lose your bonus this month."
Assistant Chen immediately shut up.
Zhou Mingshi added, "When you have free time, learn more from Assistant Ye."
Assistant Chen: "She's so dull, what's the point of learning from her?"
Zhou Mingshi: "Learn from her sparing use of words."
Assistant Chen: "......"
Zhou Mingshi: "And that's not stupidity, but rather being cautious in speech and action."
Assistant Chen thought to herself, "President Zhou must be praising her so much because she's Miss Lin's assistant. It's a classic case of loving someone because of their loved ones."
Half an hour later, Lin Yi'an brought in the medicine. Seeing that he was in good spirits, she said, "Rest at home for a day tomorrow, and you should be fine."
Zhou Mingshi took it and drank it in a few gulps. Lin Yi'an then handed him a rock candy.
Zhou Mingshi put the medicine bowl in his mouth, and Lin Yi'an took the bowl from his hand: "After you finish the candy, just rinse your mouth. Don't take a bath."
Zhou Mingshi smiled and said, "I will follow the doctor's orders."
Assistant Chen couldn't help but complain from the side: "During the past two weeks of business trip, President Zhou kept complaining that the food outside was bad, only eating a little bit at each meal. He also said that the hotel bed was uncomfortable, didn't feel like home, and he couldn't sleep on it. He'd rather work. If he hadn't been starving and staying up all night, he wouldn't have caught a cold as soon as he got back to Beijing..."
God knows how to find the feeling of home in a hotel?
Don't think being President Zhou's assistant is easy. When he gets angry, he's really hard to please. He doesn't earn his money easily.
Lin Yi'an chuckled: "Next time he doesn't eat or sleep properly and comes back with a cold, how about adding some Coptis chinensis to his medicine?"
Assistant Chen's eyes lit up.
Zhou Mingshi: "...Don't listen to his nonsense."
Lin Yi'an laughed and said, "He definitely wouldn't lie to me."
Zhou Mingshi said in a low voice, "I don't have a good appetite when I'm out."
Lin Yi'an thought for a moment and said, "If you really can't get used to the food outside, you can ask Assistant Chen to find a place to cook some appetizing porridge for you. Wang Ma knows how to make it, so let him learn from Wang Ma. You must eat three meals a day on time, even if you eat a little less."
Zhou Mingshi: "Hmm."
Lin Yi'an checked the time: "It's getting late. You should wash up and get some rest. If you feel unwell during the night, just call me."
After she left, Zhou Mingshi looked at Assistant Chen: "You've got some nerve, complaining to Yi'an?"
Assistant Chen chuckled a few times: "You don't listen to what I say, but you'll definitely listen to what Miss Lin says."
Zhou Mingshi: "He's not stupid."
He caught a cold, so Assistant Chen didn't dare go downstairs to rest. He planned to sleep on the sofa next door for the night, lest he develop a fever during the night and no one would know, which would be a dereliction of duty on his part.
Every year, Mr. Tan and his wife give him so many red envelopes, just hoping that he will take good care of Mr. Zhou in return for the money.
Zhou Mingshi: "Go downstairs to sleep. It's nothing serious, no need to keep watch."
Assistant Chen, still worried, said, "I'd better stay here and keep watch..."
Zhou Mingshi: "Go sleep downstairs. I know my own body."
Assistant Chen: "Okay, don't lock the door from the inside. I'll set an alarm and come check on you tonight."
Perhaps because of the medicine he took, or perhaps because of the scraping therapy, Zhou Mingshi did not have a fever that night and slept soundly until dawn.
Lin Yi'an got up, went to his room first to take his temperature, and seeing that he didn't have a fever, asked him, "Does your throat and head still hurt?"
Zhou Mingshi said, "It doesn't hurt, but my throat is a little dry."
Lin Yi'an nodded: "Get up and have breakfast."
The two sat at the dining table. Lin Yi'an had eaten many meals with him. He didn't seem like a picky eater. Whether in Changping or here, he always ate the meals prepared at home with great satisfaction.
She asked, "What do you usually eat when you're traveling for work?"
Zhou Mingshi frowned: "A group of people are sitting together, a whole table of dishes, but there aren't two dishes that are even worth eating."
Hearing this, Lin Yi'an understood: "You like light, home-style cooking. When you eat out for business or social occasions, they certainly won't treat you casually..."
Zhou Mingshi: "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Lin Yi'an: "If you don't have any social engagements in the future, try to come home for meals as much as possible. Wang Ma's cooking should suit your taste, right?"
Zhou Mingshi said gently, "Okay."
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