Chapter 422 Fever and Coma
Construction site in the south of the city.
Qi Mingxuan changed into flat shoes, put on a helmet, and got out of the car.
Manager Wang, the person in charge of the construction site, welcomed her.
"President Qi."
Qi Mingxuan glanced at him indifferently, "Lead the way."
The sun overhead was blazing hot.
Qi Mingxuan and An Mi followed Manager Wang around the construction site.
After visiting several places, everyone was sweating.
Qi Mingxuan discovered a few issues, but they weren't serious; they were just minor details.
But she was demanding, so she had the manager call the contractor over as well. She took the blueprints and went over the details with the engineering designer and the contractor one by one.
On such a hot day, her cheeks were flushed red from the sun, and large tears slid down her forehead.
Several grown men watched, and couldn't help but feel admiration.
She truly deserves to be called a rare female shrew in the North City business district. In such terrible weather, let alone a woman like her, even rough men working on construction sites like them would be sweltering and collapsing from the heat, yet she can still maintain such a high-quality work performance.
The key point is that she genuinely understands; she pointed out several professional aspects, leaving the engineer and the contractor bewildered.
This is something you absolutely cannot be careless about!
After the inspection, back in the car, Qi Mingxuan took off her helmet and took the wet wipes Anmi handed her to wipe her face and neck.
The air conditioner was set very cool. She let out a long sigh and unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle: "Pass down the notice to issue high-temperature subsidies to the construction site. They will be issued in June, July, and August. You will personally follow up on this and make sure there are payment receipts."
Anmi wiped her sweat. "Okay, I'll take care of it when I get back."
"Hmm." Qi Mingxuan drank most of the bottle of water, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. "We should have let the driver drive today, you're exhausted too."
"I'm fine, but Mr. Qi, are you feeling unwell?"
"My body may not have fully recovered yet. I feel weak and limp when I'm in the sun." Qi Mingxuan closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. "Take me back to Mingyuan first."
Seeing that she looked unwell, Anmi didn't dare to delay and started the car to drive towards Mingyuan.
Forty minutes later, Anmi drove the car into Mingyuan.
After parking the car, she turned around and looked at the back seat.
Qi Mingxuan had her eyes closed; she appeared to have fallen asleep.
"President Qi, President Qi?"
Anmi called out several times, but Qi Mingxuan did not respond.
She frowned, unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and opened the back door.
"President Qi?" Anmi reached out and patted Qi Mingxuan's shoulder.
Qi Mingxuan still did not react.
Anmi's expression changed, and she reached out to touch Qi Mingxuan's forehead.
It's so hot!
Is this heatstroke?
Anmi glanced around and thought it best to take her directly to the hospital.
She had just opened the driver's side door when she heard the sound of a car behind her.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up beside them, and Han Mingyu got out of the driver's seat.
Anmi nodded. "President Han."
Han Mingyu walked over and glanced at Qi Mingxuan inside the car. "What's going on?"
"Mr. Han, you're back just in time! It seems that Ms. Qi has heatstroke and a fever. I can't wake her up, and I was just about to take her to the hospital!"
Upon hearing this, Han Mingyu paused for a moment, then said, "Going to the hospital would be too much of a delay. I'll call the family doctor."
"Thank you for your help."
Han Mingyu found her words interesting.
He looked at Anmi and raised an eyebrow slightly: "I am your CEO Qi's husband. It is my duty to take care of her when she is sick."
Anmi was taken aback, then realized what she had said and forced a dry laugh, "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I misspoke."
Han Mingyu bent down and carried Qi Mingxuan out of the car.
Qi Mingxuan was in a deep sleep, her cheeks flushed from the high fever.
Her head rested on Han Mingyu's shoulder, and her breath was hot.
Han Mingyu held her as if she were a furnace.
How could someone burn like that not faint?
Han Mingyu frowned involuntarily, looked at An Mi and said, "I will take good care of her, you can go back now."
Anmi nodded. "Okay."
Han Mingyu carried Qi Mingxuan into the house.
Anmi withdrew her gaze, got into the car, and gripped the steering wheel. She couldn't help but sigh, "This President Han seems alright. At least President Qi has someone who cares about her now."
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In the master bedroom on the second floor, Han Mingyu placed Qi Mingxuan on the large bed.
Qi Mingxuan frowned, and subconsciously murmured, "Water..."
The Korean star ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and called his family doctor.
After hanging up the phone, I heard Qi Mingxuan keep asking for water.
He went downstairs and poured a glass of warm water.
Qi Mingxuan was delirious with fever, and Han Mingyu couldn't wake her up no matter how much he called.
The only thing I could do was hold her head up and bring the water glass to her lips.
When has the eldest son of the Han family ever taken care of anyone?
I drank half a glass of water and spilled the other half.
The pillow and the woman's clothes at the chest were both wet.
Perhaps because her clothes were damp and clinging to her skin, making her uncomfortable, Qi Mingxuan unconsciously reached out and tugged at them, revealing a large expanse of her underwear...
Han Mingyu's eyes darkened as he looked at him, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Qi Mingxuan had a perfect figure, with fair and delicate skin, a slender waist, long legs, and perfectly shaped breasts—not excessively large. She was graceful and elegant, and he could fit her breasts perfectly in one hand…
"Depend on!"
The man cursed under his breath and slammed the cup down on the bedside table.
"Qi Mingxuan, you're just here to torture me!"
Han Mingyu gritted his teeth, complaining vehemently, but still got up and went into the dressing room, finding a summer slip dress.
He paused at the door of the dressing room, glancing down at the nightgown in his hand.
Some images unsuitable for children flashed through my mind.
The thought of his family doctor arriving soon darkened his face, and he returned to the dressing room.
Finally, Han Mingyu found a spring-style long-sleeved and long-legged pajama set and personally helped Qi Mingxuan change into it.
A few minutes after I changed my clothes, the family doctor arrived.
Han Mingyu went downstairs to greet the person, but upon seeing who it was, he immediately frowned, his disdain undisguised: "Why is it you?"
The man, carrying an emergency kit, looked at Han Mingyu and replied, "My dad has surgery and can't make it in time, so he asked me to come."
Upon hearing this, Han Mingyu chuckled softly, made no small talk, and turned to walk upstairs, saying, "Come on up."
The man behind him silently followed.
The man's name was Ji Lin, the eldest son of the Ji family, and the same age as Han Mingyu.
The Ji family is a family of doctors. Ji Lin has been growing up according to the plan of his parents and elders since he was a child: to study medicine and save lives, and to take over 'Kangji Hospital' in the future.
It can be said that Ji Lin made his parents and elders worry-free from a young age, unlike Han Mingyu, who was rebellious from a young age. He was short-tempered and stubborn, and showed a strong desire to win and control from childhood. He frequently attended ancestral halls and family discipline sessions.
Until Qi Sinian's accidental death in a car accident eight years ago, perhaps after experiencing the loss of his close friend and realizing the impermanence of life, Han Mingyu tempered his temper, learned to treat people as a gentleman, and learned to set a standard for his persona with humor and wit.
Some business people describe Lixiang's president as a smiling tiger.
Han Mingyu neither confirmed nor denied it.
He has never been a good-tempered person; he has just learned to pretend over the years.
Ji Lin, on the other hand, had a gentle temperament and a peaceful personality; even his tone of voice was steady and slow.
Upon reaching the master bedroom door, Han Mingyu paused, turned to look at him, and raised an eyebrow slightly, "When did you return to China?"
Ji Lin replied, "The day before yesterday."
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