Chapter 480 Distorted Face
Ji Wan no longer looked at Su Jiujiu's distorted face, nor did he pay attention to the man's furious curses and Su Jiujiu's hysterical shouting.
She held onto the wall and trudged forward, step by step, towards the clinic. Each step felt like treading on cotton, and her head spun around, but her back remained straight.
The lights in the clinic were so bright that they were a little dazzling.
A female doctor wearing a mask saw her come in, looked up and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Her voice was calm, without a trace of emotion.
Ji Wan sat down on the chair and felt like all the strength in his body had been drained away.
"Fever, 39.8 degrees." Her voice was so hoarse that she could barely hear what she was saying. "Dizziness, body aches."
The doctor nodded, picked up the thermometer to take her temperature, and listened carefully to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope.
The cold stethoscope pressed against his hot skin, and Ji Wan couldn't help but shiver.
Su Jiujiu's words, "Wen Yan was really brave that night," flashed through her mind uncontrollably, like a poisonous thorn, piercing her heart.
"Open your mouth so I can check your throat," the doctor ordered.
Ji Wan opened his mouth obediently.
The doctor examined it with a tongue depressor and asked a few more questions, his brow furrowed slightly.
Ji Wan's heart couldn't help but jump. Could it be a serious illness?
After a moment, the doctor put down his pen and said calmly, "According to the examination results, you have acute pharyngitis, caused by a viral infection. The inflammation is quite severe, which is why you have a high fever and body aches. It's not a big deal. Take some medicine, drink plenty of water, and rest for a few days and you'll be fine."
Inflammation? Just inflammation?
Ji Wan was stunned. She thought she was dying, her body hollowed out, but it turned out to be just a common inflammation.
This result made her feel indescribable absurdity.
The pain she endured and the torment in her heart far exceeded the understatement of "inflammation".
"Can I get better by taking medicine?" she murmured, with a hint of confusion in her voice that she herself was not aware of.
"Yes, I'll give you cephalexin and some antiviral medication, plus some antipyretics," the doctor said as he wrote out the prescription. "You should eat a light diet for the next few days, avoid spicy food, drink plenty of warm water, and get enough sleep. You're too weak to stay up late and work hard."
Ji Wan took the prescription, and his fingertips felt a little cold.
It turned out that what had tortured her to the point of near collapse was simply an inflammation that could be resolved with a few pills.
But what medicine can be used to cure the fire in her heart and the ruins in her marriage?
She propped up her weak body and stood up, saying hoarsely to the doctor, "Thank you."
Walking out of the clinic, the commotion outside continued. Su Jiujiu and the man seemed to be arguing with the security guard, but Ji Wan no longer had the energy to pay attention.
She clenched the prescription in her hand and walked towards the medicine window step by step.
Physical pain can be relieved by medicine, but the trauma of the soul can only be repaired and fought by herself bit by bit.
"President Wen Yan, there's something..." The assistant pushed open the heavy wooden door of the president's office, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in her voice.
That morning, Chi Wenyan forced himself to be discharged from the hospital, despite the doctor's advice.
He felt that he was already well and there was no need for hospital treatment.
Chi Wenyan was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the ant-like hustle and bustle of traffic below him.
The city's skyline cast a shadow in his deep eyes, making him look even colder and harder.
He didn't turn around, but just uttered a single syllable from his nose: "Speak."
"We just received news from the hospital," the assistant paused, choosing her words carefully. "Miss Su... Su Jiujiu, she also went to the same hospital as my wife today."
Chi Wenyan's back stiffened for a moment, and an invisible pressure filled the air.
The assistant's scalp tingled, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to report: "Also... Su Jiujiu went to the obstetrics and gynecology department. More importantly, she had a conflict with my wife in the hospital lobby."
"Conflict?" Chi Wenyan finally turned around slowly, and his handsome face was now covered with frost.
His eyes, like ice-hardened blades, shot straight at the assistant, "What kind of conflict?"
"The details are still under investigation, but I heard that Su Jiujiu verbally...offended my wife, and even physically pushed her. My wife was feeling very unwell at the time, and seemed to have a high fever."
The assistant's voice became lower and lower, and he could clearly feel the terrifying anger emanating from the president.
Obstetrics and gynecology? That woman Su Jiujiu actually went to the obstetrics and gynecology department?
He even dared to provoke Ji Wan right under his nose.
When Chi Wenyan thought about Ji Wan having a high fever and having to deal with people like Su Jiujiu, the anger in his chest surged like a volcano about to erupt.
"Where is she?" Chi Wenyan's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was chilling to the bone.
The assistant's heart trembled: "Su Jiujiu should still be in the hospital, or on the way back to her hotel."
"Bring her here," Chi Wenyan pressed his thin lips into a cold line, a violent undercurrent swirling in his eyes, "invite her here. Immediately. Right now."
"Yes." The assistant did not dare to delay for a moment, responded quickly, turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait," Chi Wenyan stopped him and added, "Use the 'fastest' way."
The assistant understood what he meant, said nothing more, and quickly left the office.
The office door closed again, isolating everything from the outside world. Chi Wenyan suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist on the mirror-like desk.
The hard tabletop made a dull thud, and the documents on the table were scattered all over the floor.
Su Jiujiu, this reckless woman, dared to challenge his bottom line again and again.
He originally thought that after that night, she would disappear without a trace. Unexpectedly, not only did she not leave, but she even intensified her tantrums and set her sights on Ji Wan.
When Chi Wenyan thought of Ji Wan being isolated and helpless in the hospital, suffering from the double torture of illness and Su Jiujiu, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.
He picked up the phone, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force, and quickly dialed a number: "Find out everything about my wife in the hospital, including what Su Jiujiu did and said to her. Don't miss a single word."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Wenyan tugged at his tie irritably, but the depression in his chest did not ease at all.
He walked to the wine cabinet, poured a full glass of liquor, and drank it all in one gulp.
The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't quench the anger in his heart.
Su Jiujiu, you'd better pray that Wanwan is okay.
Otherwise, he would let her know what it meant to be worse than death.
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