workaholic
Lin Yu'an's voice lowered, with a kind of resignation that he had given up struggling.
He put down his water glass and turned to walk towards the kitchenette in the suite.
He rummaged around and finally found a small jar of imported honey deep in the refrigerator.
He took out a small porcelain plate and scooped out some honey with a small spoon.
Apply to each tablet and the white capsule.
After doing all this, he washed a small plate of fresh strawberries.
I picked out a few of the largest and reddest ones and placed them next to the honey dish.
Lin Yu'an returned to Gu Lin with the plate of "special desserts".
He squatted down and placed the tray on the low table within Gu Lin's reach.
She tried to make her voice sound calm and gentle, "Mr. Gu, the medicine is coated with honey, so it's not so bitter. Would you like to have a strawberry first to whet your appetite? Something sweet to help with the taste of the medicine?"
He picked up a strawberry and tentatively handed it to Gu Lin.
There was a childish smile on his face that even he himself felt was stiff.
Gu Lin's gaze finally turned away from the window and fell on the plate of honey-wrapped pills and the juicy strawberry.
His eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, and he did not immediately pick up the strawberries.
He just remained silent, his gaze lingering on Lin Yu'an's face for a moment.
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Finally, Gu Lin stretched out his hand very slowly.
He tilted his head back slightly and put the capsule into his mouth.
Then he immediately grabbed the glass of water next to him and took a big gulp, his Adam's apple rolling up and down violently.
Lin Yu'an held his breath and stared at him nervously.
Swallowed it.
Gu Lin put down the water cup, his brows still furrowed.
He took a breath and his eyes fell back on the low table.
This time, he picked up the strawberries that Lin Yuan had placed next to him.
Pinching the bright red fruit with his fingertips, he hesitated for a moment before slowly bringing it to his mouth.
After taking a small bite, his brows relaxed slightly.
Lin Yu'an's heart finally settled down halfway.
He quickly struck while the iron was hot and picked up the next tablet coated in honey.
He carefully handed it over as if offering tribute: "Boss Gu, there's also this..."
Gu Lin didn't say anything, just frowned and took the pills very reluctantly, washing them down with a big gulp of water each time.
The whole process was slow and agonizing.
Lin Yu'an squatted beside the low table like a prisoner awaiting sentencing. His legs began to feel numb, but he didn't dare to move an inch.
When the last pill disappeared from Gu Lin's mouth and was washed down with a gulp of water, Lin Yu'an felt his back was soaked with cold sweat.
This president is really hard to please!
However, the battle is far from over.
After taking the medicine, Gu Lin felt drowsy and lay down on the ridiculously large bed in the master bedroom.
He closed his eyes tightly, and there was a deep groove between his eyebrows.
The fever-reducing patch on Lin Yu'an's forehead that he had replaced earlier had already been rubbed crooked and had lost its effect.
Lin Yu'an was spinning around the bed like a tireless top.
He wrung out the towel soaked in ice water again and again, carefully avoiding Gu Lin's impatience.
And with a waving arm, he placed a wet towel on the other person's forehead.
"Water..." Gu Lin's cracked lips moved and his voice was hoarse.
Lin Yu'an immediately put down the warm towel he had just changed and turned to pour water.
Just as he served her a few sips, Gu Lin frowned again and tugged at the thin blanket on his body in annoyance: "It's hot... turn on the air conditioner."
Lin Yu'an glanced at the temperature displayed by the central air conditioner - 23 degrees, which is already the lower limit of human comfort.
He had no choice but to lower the temperature by another degree.
The moment the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but shiver.
Just after adjusting the temperature and before he could even catch his breath, Gu Lin began to mumble vaguely: "Cold... cold..."
He curled up in the quilt, shivering slightly.
Lin Yuan: “…”
He felt like a spring being stretched repeatedly, sometimes trying to cool down, sometimes trying to keep warm.
He resigned himself to his fate and turned the air conditioner temperature back up, then tucked in the quilt for Gu Lin again.
Late at night, everything is quiet.
Lin Yu'an curled up in the velvet armchair, his eyelids heavy as if filled with lead.
He tried hard not to fall asleep, and forced himself to open his sore eyes every ten minutes or so, and move closer to the bed to observe Gu Lin's condition.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a century.
Fatigue was like a thousand-pound boulder, crushing him completely in an instant.
He didn't even have time to adjust to a more comfortable position. His head tilted and he completely sank into a bottomless sleep.
In his last moment of consciousness, he vaguely thought: This nursing job is even more tiring than live streaming for ten hours straight... It's shortening my life...
The first rays of light in the morning fell on the messy bed in the master bedroom, accurately outlining the deep outline of the person on the bed.
Gu Lin's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he opened his eyelids with great effort.
The glaring light made him squint subconsciously, and it took him a while to adjust.
The messy bed sheets, scattered medicine boxes, and the basin of ice water that had long melted on the bedside table gradually became clear.
The headache was like being hit repeatedly by a heavy hammer, with waves of dull pain.
My throat is dry, my body is heavy, and every limb is filled with exhaustion and soreness from recovering from a serious illness.
Chaotic fragments of memory came in waves, along with a vague but ever-present shadow.
On the edge of his consciousness, the shadow kept shaking.
"Mr. Gu, the water is coming..."
"Mr. Gu, the medicine is coated with honey, so it's not bitter..."
"Mr. Gu, please be patient..."
Lin Yu'an?
He turned his head slightly and saw Lin Yu'an curled up in the large armchair.
His entire body was sunken in, appearing extremely thin.
The face that usually has a sunny look, now outlined in the morning light, is pale and haggard due to overdrawn.
The whole person was so quiet that not a sound was made, leaving only fatigue and fragility all over his body, defenselessly exposed in the morning light.
Gu Lin stared quietly.
He looked at the extremely tired sleeping face, the skin that was almost transparent in the sunlight, and the thick eyelashes.
An extremely unfamiliar and complex emotion hit his long-frozen heart without warning.
Not gratitude. That's too frivolous.
It's something deeper and more pointed.
This feeling was too strange, so strange that it made Gu Lin feel a little bit disoriented and irritated.
The person curled up in the chair had his thick eyelashes tremble violently.
Then, the pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!
"Mr. Gu!" Lin Yu'an suddenly became completely awake.
He staggered to the bedside, "Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you still have a fever? Does your head still hurt? Do you want some water?"
Gu Lin quickly adjusted his expression: "Yeah, much better."
Lin Yu'an noticed the fever-reducing patch on Gu Lin's forehead that was crooked.
I quickly asked, "Is your forehead still hot? Can I get you a new fever patch? Or take your temperature again?"
"No need." Gu Lin's voice returned to its usual coldness, with an unquestionable alienation, "The fever is gone."
He paused, his eyes scanning the room until they finally landed on the massive desk. "What time is it?"
Lin Yu'an was stunned by his sudden change of subject and subconsciously raised his wrist to look at his watch.
"Ah? Oh...it's almost eight o'clock, Mr. Gu."
"Eight o'clock..." Gu Lin repeated in a low voice, frowning habitually.
"Help me up," he ordered.
Lin Yuan: “…”
He looked at Gu Lin's face, which was pale but obviously much more energetic, and then thought about his own drained body.
The villain inside me is already pounding the floor and wailing, "Boss! You've only just broken down! Are you made of iron?!" The title of "devil workaholic" is truly well-deserved!
His instinct as a corporate slave made him step forward immediately, carefully holding Gu Lin's arm and helping him up from the bed.
"Mr. Gu, are you really not going to take a break? The doctor said you need to rest..."
"Shut up." Gu Lin interrupted him coldly, his tone firm and unyielding.
Gu Lin walked straight to the huge desk and sat down.
“Organize the minutes of last night’s delayed meeting and highlight the three key points raised by President Wang.
Then, contact the person in charge of the Marina Bay project and have them send the latest design drawings and budget report. I want to see them within half an hour. Also," he finally raised his eyes, his sharp gaze darting towards Lin Yu'an, who was still perched at the table, his eyes heavily circled, "prepare two light breakfasts and bring them here. Hurry."
Lin Yu'an felt a black screen before his eyes and almost fainted on the spot.
He forced himself to stay strong: "...Okay, Mr. Gu, I'll do it right away."
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