"Alright, the belt is off now, can you continue?" Ou Zihan's gentle voice rang out, her eyes filled with expectation as she looked at her.
At that moment, her breath almost stopped. How could she dare to watch him unbuckle his belt? Her neck felt stiff, and she couldn't turn it at that moment. She stared blankly at Ou Zihan's handsome face, her beautiful eyes filled with panic.
"Baby, hurry up, my tummy still hurts. If you rub it with your little hands, it will definitely stop hurting." Ou Zihan's sexy voice was low and seductive. His deep black eyes seemed to be able to steal one's soul, making her unable to resist for a moment.
"I...I need to go to the restroom!" Luo Xiaoyi finally couldn't take it anymore and could only awkwardly run away. She ran to the restroom, her heart pounding wildly, and she couldn't calm down for a long time...
After calming down a bit, Luo Xiaoyi quickly dialed 120 on her phone. It seemed that this guy could only be taken to the hospital; if she stayed at home, he would torture her to death!
Soon, an ambulance arrived with its siren blaring, and Ou Zihan was taken to the hospital.
After examination, the doctor said that President Ou had acute gastroenteritis and needed to be hospitalized for treatment. Luo Xiaoyi was shocked. This guy was so sick, yet he was pretending to be fine and even flirting with her. This man was really incomprehensible.
In the VIP ward, several bodyguards stood outside the door, along with Butler Zhao and his servants who were waiting to greet them.
Inside the ward, Ou Zihan lay on the hospital bed, his face extremely pale. His usually rosy and sexy lips were now deathly white. However, fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead, yet he didn't even frown.
The liquid in the IV drip was slowly injected into his body through the transparent infusion tube.
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Luo Xiaoyi sat next to him, looking at him with concern. She took a towel and wiped the sweat from his head, saying as she did so, "Young Master Ou, you're so sick, yet you're pretending to be fine. Why are you doing this? You've wasted so much time at home, delaying your treatment."
Luo Xiaoyi looked at him with clear black eyes, her gaze full of reproach.
"What? Are you worried about me?" Ou Zihan's voice was hoarse and somewhat weak.
"No, that's not true. As a doctor, this is the attitude I should have towards my patients. You've been up all night, you should get some rest." Although Luo Xiaoyi was extremely worried, she still stubbornly insisted.
"Okay." Ou Zihan didn't have the energy to argue with her anymore. Now that he had received an anti-inflammatory injection, the intense pain he had just experienced had eased a little. A wave of drowsiness washed over his eyelids, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Afraid he would catch a cold, Luo Xiaoyi tucked his arm under the blanket. She looked at the peacefully sleeping Ou Zihan, her slender fingers tracing the man's handsome, angular features. He was a man, yet his eyelashes were longer and more beautiful than a woman's; his proud, straight nose was as aloof as his personality; his sexy, thin lips were so alluring to a young girl's heart.
This man has such a handsome face; how many innocent girls must fall for him...
Luo Xiaoyi looked up at the window. It was already dawn. She suddenly felt very sleepy. She called the hospital to ask for leave. Ou Zihan was in such a condition, she had to take good care of him for two days.
The VIP wards for the rich are really nice; even the beds for caregivers are big and comfortable. Luo Xiaoyi collapsed onto the comfortable bed and slept so soundly that she forgot whether it was night or day.
In her sleep, Luo Xiaoyi vaguely heard a conversation between Butler Zhao and Young Master Ou. She immediately woke up and sat up abruptly.
"How did I end up sleeping like this? What time is it?" Luo Xiaoyi asked, looking at Young Master Ou and Butler Zhao.
"Young Madam, it's already seven o'clock, and it's almost dark. You must be hungry. Dinner has been brought over." Butler Zhao looked concerned. The young madam had stayed up all night with the young master, and she must be quite tired.
“Okay, I’ll eat with Young Master Ou.” Luo Xiaoyi also felt very hungry at this moment, as she hadn’t eaten all day.
"Okay, I'll go get it right away." Butler Zhao went off to get busy.
Luo Xiaoyi approached Young Master Ou's bedside, noticing his complexion had improved considerably. "Young Master Ou, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" Her voice was melodious and warm, her eyes filled with undisguised concern.
"Mmm, much better, baby, you've worked so hard." Ou Zihan looked at her with warm eyes, and his voice had gained some strength. It was obvious that he had regained some of his strength.
At this moment, Butler Zhao and two servants placed the food in front of Young Master Ou. Following the doctor's instructions, Butler Zhao prepared a light meal, mostly liquid food, with more than a dozen kinds of porridge alone. Although it was in the hospital, Butler Zhao still prepared a very lavish meal, and the aroma of the dishes made one want to have a big meal.
"Young Master Ou, eat quickly. You need to eat properly so you can recover faster." With that, Luo Xiaoyi handed him a spoon.
"I want you to feed me." Ou Shao's voice was gentle and indifferent, but he looked like a spoiled child. Just because he was sick, he was going to cling to her?
"Young Master, let me feed you too." Butler Zhao picked up the porridge, preparing to feed the young master.
"Do I need an old man to feed me porridge?" Young Master Ou's obviously displeased voice startled Butler Zhao, who quickly put down the porridge bowl and left.
"Young Master Ou has a really sharp tongue," Luo Xiaoyi thought to herself.
Luo Xiaoyi stopped being coy. After all, he was a patient. She picked up the porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and fed it to Ou Zihan. To her surprise, Ou Zihan spat it into the trash can. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's really disgusting. I'm not eating it."
Luo Xiaoyi paused, took a spoonful, and tasted it. "How can such delicious porridge taste bad? It's quite tasty. How can you not eat? You just got a little better, and you're still so weak?" She frowned. Why was this man so difficult to please?
Ou Zihan didn't answer. He took the phone from the bedside table and called Mo Nan, asking him to move today's meeting to the hospital. He said there was so much work to do that he couldn't afford to miss even a day.
"You don't even eat anything, and you still have to work. Can your body handle it?" Luo Xiaoyi looked worried. Why was this man making her so anxious?
"I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine." Ou Zihan said with an indifferent expression.
"How can that be? How about I make you some porridge? I make really good porridge." Luo Xiaoyi had no choice but to do it herself; hopefully Ou Zihan would eat it that way.
"Okay," Ou Zihan replied, still working on her laptop.
Luo Xiaoyi went back with Steward Zhao to make porridge.
In the Ou family's kitchen, Luo Xiaoyi was busy at work.
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