Chapter 112 Seeking Medical Consultation
In the office.
The door is closed.
Meng Xi disappeared completely, and the large room fell into a deathly silence. Shi Yin drank some warm water, then opened the insulated fabric bag with the Lazy Sheep pattern and saw the lunch box Han Zhan had given her not long ago.
She took it out.
Open the lid.
There are three dishes and one soup.
Tomato and egg, basa fish fillet, stir-fried pork with wild rice, and pork ribs and lotus root soup were all dishes she frequently touched. Atop the fragrant, grainy rice sat a beautifully fried small poached egg, next to which was a smiley face made of black sesame seeds.
Shi Yin didn't sleep all night last night.
Before daybreak, she went downstairs to the kitchen to make snow cakes and left Beishan Villa before Han Zhan got up. Apart from the security guards, she was the first one to arrive at the company.
No appetite for breakfast.
She'd been in meetings and reading documents all morning, skipping lunch and taking a nap in the office. As soon as she closed her eyes, nightmares washed over her like a tide, further weakening her already exhausted body.
This dish is appetizing.
Shi Yin picked up the chopsticks from the lunch box and picked up a piece of soft tomato. The sour and sweet taste spread in her mouth. She then took a mouthful of rice and put it into her mouth along with the soup.
She picked up her phone and took a picture of the bento.
Sent to Han Zhan.
[Shi Yin]: "I got it."
[Shi Yin]: "I guess the three dishes and one soup were made by Uncle Han, and the fried egg, rice, and the black sesame smiley face on the rice were made by you."
[Shi Yin]: "Thank you, Han Zhan."
He must be busy.
Or who he's talking to on the phone.
He didn't reply to her message immediately like usual.
Shi Yin waited for half a minute, put down her phone, and went to eat as soon as possible. Meng Xi came in twenty minutes later. Compared with before, Shi Yin's face looked a little better.
Shi Yin got up and went to the sofa to put on his coat.
While waiting, Meng Xi caught a glimpse of the insulated lunch box on the desk, which contained exquisite dishes. However, Shi Yin didn't eat much, probably only taking a few sips of each dish with her chopsticks.
"What time is the meeting?"
Meng Xi came back to his senses and said, "In half an hour."
After she finished speaking, she saw Shi Yin turn back from the sofa, walk to the table, pick up the chopsticks and finish the two remaining bites of the fried egg, as well as the small piece of rice with a smiling face made of black sesame seeds, which she also ate.
Meng Xi could see it.
She has a poor appetite.
Actually, I can’t eat anymore.
But she still managed to finish it. This beautiful round fried egg was probably made by the second lady's secret husband who had never been made public or shown in public.
Meng Xi had been by her side for quite some time, and he'd heard her mention her husband many times, intentionally or unintentionally. Her new pearl ring was bought by her husband. Her New Year's Eve lucky money was given by her husband. Her husband had also planned the blue fireworks display and tens of thousands of drones that rocked the capital.
Too many.
She herself didn't even know she had said it so many times.
Those involved are often confused. As a bystander, Meng Xi saw clearly that the second young lady was thinking about her husband. Whenever she mentioned her husband, she was always happy. She no longer had the evil spirit of seizing the family property, seeking revenge, and climbing up the social ladder. Instead, she had the childishness of a little girl hidden deep in her heart, which she had not shown for a long time.
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Shi gets off work at six o'clock.
Employees left the office building one after another.
Night fell, and the accountant who had been working overtime had left. When Shi Yin emerged from the office, most of the surrounding lights had already gone out. The security guard greeted her respectfully and pressed the elevator button for her.
After watching Shi Yin leave, the two security guards went on patrol, gossiping as they walked: "Vice President Shi doesn't seem to have much work today. Why did he leave so late? Did he have a fight with his family?"
"How could the vice president have any family? Her sister, Shi Qinghe, has been detained and will go to trial next month. Her mother was stabbed by her sister and is now in a vegetative state in the hospital. The former chairman, Shi, who recently returned to the company, became her enemy the day he was removed from his position as chairman."
"She has a husband."
"Oh, yes. Vice President Shi is also one of the company's major shareholders. She announced her marital status on the day she took office. She is married. So, is she having a conflict with her husband?"
A Porsche Macan drives through the bustling city center.
Shi Yin circled the overpass three times.
The bustling streets became quiet and sparse. She glanced at the time displayed on the central control screen in the car, which showed half past ten in the evening, and then went straight at the next intersection and slowly headed towards Beishan Villa.
The servants have gone to bed.
The housekeeper also fell asleep.
The car drove into the tree-lined avenue, and the courtyard gate was empty. Shi Yin got her bag and got out of the car. As she stepped into the courtyard gate, she saw Han Zhan leaning against a marble pillar not far away, in the dim light and shadow.
He had been waiting there for a long time.
So much so that when she looked up, she happened to meet his dark eyes. The moment their eyes met, Shi Yin turned her head away, avoiding his sight.
The night breeze in late spring is cool.
Shi Yin stood there, her eyes flickering several times, her hands unconsciously clenched at her sides. Ah Xiu's arrival broke the abrupt stalemate, and her calf was brushed by his furry tail. Shi Yin reached out and touched his head.
"Hmm~"
"Okay, let's go inside." Shi Yin responded.
She walked behind Ah Xiu, walked along the cobblestone path to the eaves, climbed the stairs, and when she was only half a step away from Han Zhan, he held her slender wrist through his sleeve as usual.
A warm touch hits my skin.
Shi Yin's eyelashes trembled.
She subconsciously looked up at him. The light from the beams above just happened to hit his three-dimensional features, making him look even more gentle. Shi Yin had seen Shi Qinghe raising a cat before. The cat loved catnip very much. Every time she gave it catnip, it would become addicted. In that moment of trance, Shi Yin felt that she was the cat, and Han Zhan, with his glow, was the catnip.
If you get close, you will be attracted.
Once you touch it, you'll be addicted.
Shi Yin followed Han Zhan into the house, changed into her slippers, and walked straight in. The moment she saw the live-in private doctor in the living room, her black pupils suddenly contracted, and she instinctively turned around to leave.
"Wife, you don't look well. Let Dr. Fang take a look at you?" Han Zhan called her.
"Don't bother."
"Madam, I am your personal doctor. It is my duty to protect you and your husband's health. It is not a bother at all."
"Yes, honey, look at your face, you look so sick."
Han Zhan took her to the living room.
Shi Yin subconsciously covered her arm, gripping it tightly through her long gown. "Doctor Fang is a Western surgeon. How can he see the disease with the naked eye? I've just been busy with work and haven't slept well lately. When I have some free time, I'll go to the hospital for a physical examination."
"Wife." Han Zhan asked her to sit on the chaise longue sofa and said to her carefully, "Doctor Fang's ancestors have been Chinese medicine practitioners for three generations. Although he does not have a professional Chinese medicine physician qualification, he has learned from his surroundings and can also take pulses."
Can't get away with it.
Shi Yin had no choice but to roll up her sleeves, revealing a small section of skin at her wrist. She pressed her sleeve tightly, slowly stretched out her arm, and feigned composure, "Thank you, Doctor Fang."
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