Chapter 60
During her vacation, she noticed her abs had faded. She couldn't ignore her figure. She bit her tripe in frustration, deciding to eat more tonight, just as a reward for her fitness routine.
Wen Zhenni had finished encouraging herself and preparing herself mentally when Xi Miao suddenly said, "In a few days, my surprise for you will arrive. Don't forget to bring it with you."
"Ahem..." Wen Zhenni choked on the chili pepper. She hurriedly grabbed her coffee and took a big gulp, protesting hoarsely, "You bring this up again!"
Seeing Wen Zhenni's face turn from pale to red, Mingxia felt that this matter was not simple: "Xi Miao, why do I feel like you have a conspiracy?"
Wen Zhenni complained: "It was her who made me lose face."
Mingxia was confused by what she heard, and Wen Zhenni could only endure the shame of digging her toes into the ground as she recounted her social death from beginning to end, accusing Xi Miao of being an unforgivable sinner.
After hearing this, Mingxia's eyes were filled with sympathy, while Xi Miao burst into laughter. "This is what they say on the Internet—a little trick for couples to warm up. Nibao, you should thank me. I created an opportunity for you two to cultivate your relationship..."
She raised her thumbs and touched them together twice, then added with a wink, "So this is how we start a relationship."
The more Wen Zhenni talked, the more excited Xi Miao became, so she simply stopped talking.
Mingxia saw that the tips of her ears were slightly red, and she understood that she was shy.
She glanced at Wen Zhenni and said, "Your recent style of dressing is quite sweet, it really brightens my eyes."
Xi Miao also took a look and nodded in agreement: "It's quite fresh. Did you change the stylist?"
Wen Zhenni didn't respond to her words. She pursed her lips and said, "I just want to change my style."
Those candy-colored clothes were prepared by Ciheng. She didn't dare to say much, for fear that Xi Miao would take the opportunity to make fun of her.
After finishing the hot pot, Wen Zhenni wanted to return to Zijin Bay. Xi Miao and Mingxia sent her outside the hot pot restaurant.
Xi Miao asked: "Do you want to take a taxi or should Ciheng come pick you up?"
Wen Zhenni shook her head: "He has an appointment, so he asked Xiao Su to pick me up."
The two of them waited with her at the store entrance for less than two minutes before the familiar Panamera slid to a stop in front of them. Wen Zhenni waved goodbye to them, opened the car door, and got in.
When I got home, Ciheng hadn't returned yet.
Wen Zhenni took a hot bath, changed into pajamas, dived into the fluffy and soft quilt, and sniffed the fragrance on the pillow.
It’s still more comfortable at home, the smell of the quilt is so soothing.
She fumbled for her phone, opened a random drama, and prepared to kill time.
But in less than half an hour, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them. Without even turning off my phone, I couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness and fell asleep.
Wen Zhenni didn't know how long she slept, but she was awakened by a sharp pain in her abdomen.
……it hurts.
The severe pain came without warning, twisting her lower abdomen fiercely and violently, crushing her sleepiness to pieces.
Wen Zhenni opened her eyes in confusion and took a long time to adjust, but the pain did not subside at all and showed no signs of weakening.
Cold sweat poured down her face, soaking her forehead, neck, and pajamas. She felt hot, her mouth dry, and her muscles ached. She felt like she'd been beaten up, and nothing was right.
It wasn't my period, so why was it so painful? She threw back the covers, propped up her upper body with her elbows, fumbled to turn off her phone, which was still playing, and sat down on the headboard, covering her sweaty forehead to calm herself down.
This kind of emergency is not unfamiliar, I've gotten used to it over the years. After all, people are not made of steel, and headaches and fevers are inevitable. Most of the time, they are temporary, and when it feels good, I can bear it and it will pass. If it doesn't work, a few painkillers can always solve it.
Wen Zhenni put on her slippers, covered her stomach and went to the bathroom.
Unsurprisingly, it was diarrhea, and this time it was incredibly severe. She couldn't get up from the toilet since she sat down. Her stomach was churning, and the constant cramping caused convulsions, and then she started vomiting non-stop.
He was completely dehydrated, unable to walk or even call for help.
Ciheng hadn't returned yet, and calling him wouldn't have helped. She returned to her bedroom, struggling with the pain in her lower abdomen, fumbled for her phone, and called the night watchman at home.
When the servant hurried over, Wen Zhenni was curled up on the sofa, sweat pouring down her face, her wet hair sticking to her neck in a mess. The servant reached out to touch her forehead and found it was terribly burned.
"Madam, madam!" The servant called out anxiously several times, but only heard a few weak moans.
She turned pale with fear and rushed out of the room to call for help. With trembling hands, she dialed Ciheng's number: "Sir, sir, please come back soon! My wife has a high fever..."
Under the night sky, the Bentley sped smoothly on the avenue.
The man, who was resting in the back seat, received a call from home. His originally relaxed body instantly straightened up, and he suddenly jumped up from the back of the chair, his brows furrowed tightly. "Have they taken him to the hospital?"
Hearing the hesitation on the other end of the phone, Ci Heng felt a surge of inexplicable anger. He was so angry that he laughed out loud: "How did you receive training! The patient is so sick, and you don't rush to the hospital, but expect me to come down from the sky?!"
He knew this wasn't the time to pursue the matter, so he suppressed the anger in his chest. "...It's too late to call an ambulance. Lin Nuo is in Zijin Bay tonight. Go find him. I'll be right back."
After hanging up the phone, he solemnly instructed the driver: "Drive faster, to Zijinwan Hospital."
Looking at the hung up call, the servant opened the address book with a worried look on his face. While going downstairs, he called Lin Nuo and heard a steady voice coming from the front.
"What happened?" Lin Nuo walked up and asked.
Seeing that it was Lin Nuo, the servant was like grabbing a life-saving straw and said anxiously: "Secretary Lin, you're just in time... The wife has a high fever and the condition is not good. We must go to the hospital immediately."
Lin Nuo reacted and calmly ordered, "I'll go drive. You dress your wife and pack the things we need. We'll go to the hospital together in three minutes."
"Okay, I'll go right away..." The servant responded repeatedly and turned back to the bedroom.
There were so many people in the villa, so the mobilization was much faster. Some packed their things, some changed their clothes. When Lin Nuo came again, he wrapped the person in a blanket and carried him to the back seat of the car.
As the car drove out of the villa area, he immediately answered the car phone: "Boss Ci, we are rushing to Zijin Bay Hospital and will arrive in ten minutes."
Upon arriving at the hospital, the pre-arranged emergency room was already open, and medical staff immediately took over, taking her temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate. After the emergency doctor's initial diagnosis, considering Wen Zhenni's severe abdominal pain, they administered an intramuscular injection of an antispasmodic and analgesic to alleviate her symptoms. She was then transferred to a ward and placed on intravenous rehydration fluids.
The servant stayed in the ward to look after the patient while Lin Nuo went to go through the procedures for hospitalization.
When Ciheng arrived, it was drizzling outside, and his hair was covered in mist. He didn't have time to wipe it off, but just asked the doctor in the corridor: "What exactly caused it? Is it serious?"
The doctor in charge said: "The preliminary diagnosis is acute gastroenteritis, which has overwhelmed the digestive system and triggered an acute inflammatory response. The main problem at the moment is severe dehydration, accompanied by a low-grade fever. But don't worry, Mr. Ci, the symptoms will be greatly relieved after the infusion. With a light diet and rest, you will recover quickly."
How could I not be worried? He was fine during the day, but suddenly had an emergency in the middle of the night, scaring him half to death.
"That's good..." Ciheng pressed his throbbing solar plexus, took a deep breath outside the door, and pushed the door open only after he calmed down a little.
Looking at a person who was usually full of energy, now lying listlessly on the bed receiving an IV drip, he felt both distressed and angry.
"All of you go back." He turned to Lin Nuo, who had just finished the formalities and instructed, "Have Aunt Liu prepare some light and easy-to-digest nutritious meals and send them over tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Mr. Ci." Lin Nuo took the servant downstairs.
There were only two people left in the ward. Wen Zhenni looked at his tense face and felt uneasy.
So before he could speak, she raised her IV hand to show her weakness: "I'm a patient now, don't scold me."
Ci Heng couldn't bear to hear her speak in a hoarse voice, so he walked to the bedside and pressed down her wrist: "If you don't have the strength, talk less."
As he spoke, he leaned over again and reached out to check the temperature on his forehead. The fever had subsided a little.
He frowned slightly, touched her cheek with the back of his hand, and asked softly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
I had taken medicine a long time ago, and the abdominal pain was much relieved. Wen Zhenni shook her head gently, her voice still weak: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Looking at the face so close to her, she whispered, "I swear, I will never eat so much again."
It does sound heartbreaking, but it's just for fun; Ciheng won't take it seriously.
After all, she's been like this since she was a child. Whenever she's sick, she takes the initiative and uses weakness to shut everyone up. You can't bear to blame her anymore.
But as soon as he recovered from his illness, his true colors showed up immediately, and he forgot all the oaths he had made and had no memory at all.
"When your stomach hurts, you know to control yourself. Once the scar heals, you'll forget the pain." He snorted coldly, but in fact, the anger in his heart had long been dissipated.
Wen Zhenni pursed her pale lips and smiled: "Do you want to stay and take care of me, a patient?"
What else could Ciheng say to her? She just sighed secretly and brushed away her sweaty hair: "As a husband, it is your duty to take care of your sick wife."
There was a damp chill in the crook of his neck, stained with the sweat from his hands.
He got up and went to the bathroom, wrung out a warm towel and came back to wipe the sweat off her body patiently.
After wiping, his eyes fell on her neck which was sticky with wet hair. He felt uncomfortable with her hair sticking to the back of her neck, so he tried to tie her hair on top of her head.
He gathered his long hair with his slender fingers, seemingly nimble, but since he had never done it before, his movements were clumsy, and he finally managed to form a barely shaped bun.
Wen Zhenni used his mobile phone as a mirror. Her face was a little crooked, but she was already trying to make it look good.
She curled her lips and asked, "Have you ever tied other girls' hair?"
"I just tied your hair." Ciheng glanced at her and said, "I have an important meeting tomorrow morning. Go to bed quickly."
He got off the plane and rushed straight to a social event, and he still hasn't had a chance to catch his breath. Everyone was exhausted after spending half the night worrying about her illness.
Wen Zhenni's head was burning hot, and although it was uncomfortable, she was also really sleepy. She let the man cover her with the quilt, and before closing her eyes, she took the opportunity to make a small request: "I want a goodnight kiss."
Afraid he wouldn't agree, I said, "Take care of the sick."
"You can't even stop being quiet even when you're sick." Ciheng looked disgusted, but still leaned over to hold her warm face and gently kissed her eyelids.
After making sure she was asleep, he walked into the hallway to answer the phone.
After returning, he simply washed up and then stayed by the bed, keeping an eye on Wen Zhenni's body temperature changes.
Only after his fever subsided and the drip was finished did he call the nurse to remove the needle, then he let go of his fatigue and lay down on the sofa next to him with his clothes on.
The sofa was originally for visitors, and for someone as tall and long-legged as him, it was barely wide enough to accommodate his thighs. But he was so tired that he had no choice but to rest there.
When the nurse came in to take his blood pressure and temperature, he stood up dazed and looked like a walking corpse. However, he took care of the patient without hesitation, showing no impatience at all, and even carefully asked some precautions.
It was already early in the morning when the nurse entered the ward again. Seeing that the person on the sofa was still sleeping, the nurse moved quietly so as not to disturb him.
She woke Wen Zhenni up to draw blood. Seeing that her complexion had obviously improved a lot, she smiled and said, "Miss Wen is recovering well."
Wen Zhenni did feel stronger, and nodded, saying, "I always recover quickly from illness."
She's a high-energy person, always active, and at her peak, she could easily work out for seven hours straight. But she'd slacked off in the last two months, becoming lazy and forgetting to control her diet. This gastroenteritis episode was likely caused by a disrupted routine.
After drawing her blood, the nurse whispered to her, "Boss Ci is quite alert. He woke up as soon as I came in. He's been here all night."
Wen Zhenni glanced at the sofa and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."
"We should do it."
After the nurse pushed the treatment cart out, Wen Zhenni put on her shoes and quietly squatted down beside the sofa.
I tilted my head to look at the sleeping man. He had very thick eyelashes, high brow bones, and his sleeping face was surprisingly not picky about the angle.
Wen Zhenni looked at him for a long time, and couldn't help but stretch out her index finger, touch the raised brow bone, and slowly slide it down along the high nose bridge. Just as her fingertips touched the lips, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She lost her balance and half-fell on his chest in an instant.
When Ciheng opened his eyes, he saw Wen Zhenni lying on top of him, staring at him without blinking.
He squinted his sleepy eyes, his Adam's apple moving up and down twice: "Are you well now? Do you still have the energy to bother others?"
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