Mr. Feng felt so distressed when he saw this that he personally called and asked for leave for Wen Qi, which lasted for a week.

Wen Qi was moved but also a little amused. It was just a sneeze, not that serious.

But she didn't want to disappoint the old man, so she simply stayed at home.

But the courseware that I promised to Fan Xiaoling is going to be ruined.

When I told Fan Xiaoling about this on the phone, Fan Xiaoling immediately told her to take good care of herself and the courseware would be ready by the time she was discharged from the hospital!

Wen Qi hung up the phone before she realized that she, a person with a minor cold, was comforted by a patient who was hospitalized for gastric bleeding. It was really...

When Wen Qi received another video call from Feng Ce in the afternoon, she wanted to complain about them making a fuss out of nothing, but as soon as Feng Ce saw her appearance, his whole aura changed, and he looked like a storm was about to come.

He asked: "Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Wen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just have a cold, is it really that bad?" Because she sneezed too much, her voice was muffled and she felt weak.

Feng Ce felt a little relieved, but his brows were still furrowed. "Why did you catch such a severe cold all of a sudden? Have you been to see a doctor?" He glanced behind Wen Qi and continued to ask, "Are you home?"

Wen Qi nodded, "It's just a minor cold, I don't even have a fever, I just keep sneezing and feel a little uncomfortable, don't worry."

The corners of Wen Qi's eyes became even redder, with tears in them, which was quite cute.

Feng Ce raised the corner of his mouth and then quickly suppressed it.

Wen Qi's nose was sore and itchy, and he felt very uncomfortable, so he didn't notice it and started to talk about what happened yesterday.

Feng Ce stared at her, listened quietly, and occasionally added a sentence just right so that Wen Qi could maintain interest and continue talking.

Speaking of the cause of the cold, Wen Qi rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is it not too much for me to ask for more compensation?"

Feng Ce said seriously: "It's very reasonable. Strictly speaking, this is a work-related injury."

Wen Qi clapped his hands, "Right! And Han Zhen must reimburse me for the taxi fare I paid for the trip!"

Feng Ce said in a deep voice: "The etiquette of the Tianshi Association for receiving foreign aid also needs to be improved. Pick-up and drop-off are the most basic. Things like being sent home with a cold must not happen again."

Wen Qi blinked, a little embarrassed. She nodded to indicate that she had remembered, and then changed the subject a little stiffly, "Stop talking about me all the time. How are you?"

Feng Ce thought about it for a moment and said calmly, "Nothing special happened. Apart from meetings and dinners, it was very boring."

Wen Qi could already imagine it, and he immediately sympathized with her, "It must be hard to make money."

Feng Ce laughed, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

At this time, there was a knock on the door from Feng Ce's end, followed by the voice of Guan's special assistant, "Boss Feng, the contract is ready, please take a look."

Before Feng Ce could say anything, Wen Qi hurriedly said, "Then you go ahead and get some rest after you're done. I won't disturb you."

Feng Ce nodded and reminded: "Take medicine on time, get more rest, and wait until your cold is completely healed before returning to school."

Wen Qi nodded obediently, said goodbye and hung up the video.

It wasn't until the evening that Han Zhen called.

As soon as Wen Qi spoke, Han Zhen asked in surprise, "Why do you sound so…" Han Zhen reacted, "Did you catch a cold from riding the motorcycle?"

Wen Qi took a nap in the afternoon and now feels much better, but his voice sounds even worse.

She was very satisfied with this.

He said confidently with a voice that sounded like he had a severe cold: "Are you ready to pay the compensation?"

Han Zhen thought he had heard it wrongly, "What?"

Wen Qi kindly explained again, "Because I went to help you deal with the ghost array, I caught a cold."

Han Zhen hesitated, "I'll buy you some medicine and supplements and send them over."

Han Zhen: !!! How can this be called a threat? !

He wanted to say that he would not bother Wen Qi anymore, but who could predict what would happen in the future? What if he ran into something as difficult to deal with as the ghost array again, and his master happened to be away? Could he just leave it alone and let it explode?

Han Zhen took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth: "How do you want to compensate?"

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows, "The bonus was raised to one million."

"Impossible!" Han Zhen was furious, "At most 800,000!"

Wen Qi: “Deal!”

Han Zhen: ? ? Damn! I got fooled!

Wen Qi continued to settle the bill: "Please reimburse me for the taxi fare I took when I came here. I'll round off the difference and make it 80 for you."

Han Zhen almost vomited blood, "You are the eldest lady of the Feng family, and you are short of this little taxi money?"

Wen Qi said faintly: "After all, I don't have to spend this money originally, as long as I don't go."

Han Zhen had no choice but to endure it, "…Report!"

"By the way, next time you come to me, remember to pick me up and drop me off. I'll send you the card number later, that's all."

Wen Qi hung up the phone contentedly, feeling that his cold was almost healed.

The next morning, Wen Qi received a transfer message from the bank, and the account balance increased by 800,080.

Wen Qi was so happy that he recovered faster and was completely cured the next day.

Wen Qi begged and pleaded with Grandpa Feng, and finally got permission to return to school early to attend classes.

The first thing Wen Qi did after returning to school was to rush to the cafeteria and order a big bowl of spicy hot pot.

She had been eating very light food these past two days, and her mouth was tasteless. After finishing a bowl of spicy hot pot, Wen Qi exclaimed in satisfaction, "This is life!"

On the way back, Wen Qi received a call from Fan Xiaoling, who had also been discharged from the hospital and returned to school, and was currently in the dormitory.

After arriving at the dormitory, the two of them asked each other about their well-being.

The warmth lasted only three minutes, and Wen Qi changed the subject and said, "Draw a talisman and see if you have forgotten everything you learned during the days you were in the hospital?"

Fan Xiaoling was caught off guard and became nervous in an instant.

He took out the yellow paper and cinnabar, held his breath and started writing. Although it was a bit slow, he finally finished the painting smoothly without wasting it.

Fan Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief and gave it to Wen Qi for inspection.

Wen Qi was naturally extremely picky, and frowned as he said, "The speed is too slow, and the soul power is uneven. It's not even a defective product."

Fan Xiaoling didn't dare to speak. She wanted to practice in the hospital these days but had no conditions to do so.

Wen Qi continued, "From today on, practice at least twenty talismans a day. Keep the talismans you draw and don't lose them."

Fan Xiaoling was a little embarrassed, "Do you want to take a holiday too?"

"Of course." Wen Qi said, "Prepare a set of talisman paper and cinnabar at home for easy practice."

Fan Xiaoling shook her head vigorously, "My parents can't do that."

Wen Qi was surprised, "Uncle and aunt have already agreed, don't you know?"

Fan Xiaoling was in disbelief. When did this happen? Why didn't anyone inform her? She had been so secretive when she called Wen Qi before!