The nanny boldly knocked on the door, but found no one answered. Her heart sank, and she pushed the door open and went in.
Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and the nanny could see Tang Yili soaking in the bathtub, her head hanging down, floating on the water.
She was horrified. She breathed and found that the man had just fainted. She quickly wrapped Tang Yili in a towel and took him out of the cold water.
I called Xun Lang again and asked the family doctor to come to my home. I was busy in a hurry.
Xun Lang had just finished a meeting and had to meet with clients next. When he got a call from his nanny, he didn't say anything, just turned down the work and drove back.
When he walked in, the family doctor had already made a preliminary diagnosis on Tang Yili.
After leaving the bedroom, the two went to the study to talk.
"Young Master, don't worry. Young Mistress is just tired. She has been busy working and hasn't eaten much. She fainted due to hypoglycemia. In addition, she soaked in cold water and caught a cold. A severe cold will definitely not go away. Take a good rest."
Bar."
Xun Lang thanked the doctor and sent him away.
He returned to the master bedroom and heard the roar of the hair dryer inside. He stood at the door without going in.
Inside, the nanny stood by the bed and helped Tang Yili blow dry her hair, while Tang Yili was wearing thick velvet pajamas and sitting piled under the quilt, looking very small. Her nose and eyes were red, and she looked downcast.
Spirit.
It had only been a few hours, but he still didn't know why Tang Yili looked like a different person, so fragile and vulnerable that he couldn't even muster the strength to look at him.
After blow-drying her hair, the nanny packed up the machine, helped Tang Yili tuck in the quilt again, and asked.
"What would you like to eat for lunch, young lady?"
Tang Yili closed her eyes and said vaguely: "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."
The nanny wanted to persuade her again, but Xun Lang walked in and said sternly: "You fainted because of low blood sugar. You didn't eat anything. Do you want to faint again? This time it was a cold. Next time you drown, you will be done."
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The nanny was too frightened to speak.
Tang Yili was lying in the middle of the quilt, with only her thick black hair and half of her face exposed. She didn't know what her expression was, but she remained silent.
The room was as quiet as a tomb for a moment.
It was Xun Lang who continued the order: "Cook some light porridge and wontons, and watch her eat them. I have something to do in the company, so I'll go back first."
The figure on the bed was motionless.
The nanny glanced at the person on the bed and said cautiously, "Yes." Then she stepped back and went to prepare food for Tang Yili.
Xun Lang stood there, his eyes never leaving that spot, and there was still still silence in the air.
No one said a word, but everyone could feel that each other was unwelcome.
Xun Lang stood for a while, then turned and left.
Hearing the bedroom door slam shut, Tang Yili, who was smothered in the quilt, breathed out softly without knowing it, and slowly closed his wet eyes.
In the next few days, Tang Yili's condition kept recurring.
Sometimes the fever would subside in the morning, but in the afternoon the body temperature would soar up to 39 degrees, and he would suffer from night terrors in the middle of the night.
What effect.
Tang Yili was in a state of confusion and refused to accept him. When he opened his eyes and saw Xun Lang, he just turned over tiredly and turned his back to him.
Two days later, the fever did not subside, and Tang Yili developed another symptom of cough. The family doctor came to her home, listened with a stethoscope, and said, "It may have turned into pneumonia. It's better to go to the hospital to check the system."
Xun Lang rarely cursed people, "a bunch of trash."
No one dared to look up in fear.
Later, I went to the hospital for blood tests and chest X-rays. After a lot of trouble, I was diagnosed with pneumonia, but it was not serious. I was hospitalized for a few days and was sedated, and I could see that I was getting better.
After being discharged from the hospital and returning home, Tang Yili dared to tell Tang Feng the news of his illness.
Tang Feng was working in the company at the time, and he was just about to ask the human resources department why Tang Yili hadn't come to work after asking for a few days of leave when he received the news.
He was startled, put down what he was doing, and hurried to Jingyuan. He also called Sister Yue over, claiming that he wanted to make something delicious for Tang Yili.
When Tang Feng arrived, Xun Lang had already gone to work.
When the father and daughter met, they were both sad.
"Why did I get pneumonia all the time?" Tang Feng was heartbroken, "They must have been recording that bad program. I didn't eat or sleep on time. It's not because my body was exhausted."
Tang Yili nestled on Tang Feng's shoulder and called out softly, "Dad."
There seems to be endless grievances.
Tang Feng patted his daughter on the back: "Don't take part in this kind of thing again. Who in our family or the Ji family wants you to make such a small amount of money and ruin your body? That's no joke."
Having said this, Tang Yili felt even more uncomfortable.
Especially "How could you earn so much money", it stung the most secret wound in her heart. Maybe since her father, she was raised like a canary.
Xun Lang was just the one who took over the cage.
Ah.
Tang Yili smiled sadly and buried his face deeper.
At this time, Sister Yue was carrying a bowl of pork ribs porridge with a handful of chopped green onions sprinkled on top. She came over with a smile: "Have a try."
Tang Feng frowned: "Why is this? It's very greasy. You should cook pork liver porridge. Look at Ah Li's little face. It should be replenished with blood."
Sister Yue stood there, and the person who had been splashed with cold water muttered in a low voice: "I didn't tell you earlier..."
In order to avoid any disagreement between the two, Tang Yili quickly reached out and said, "I was just about to eat this... no one can do it as well as Sister Yue."
Sister Yue glanced at Tang Feng and became happy again. She handed Tang Yili a spoon and helped her blow the porridge.
Come during the day and leave in the evening, Tang Feng and Sister Yue did this every day. On the eighth day of the visit, there was still a week before the Chinese New Year, and Tang Yili's illness finally got better.
After lingering on the hospital bed for more than half a month, Tang Yili felt as if his legs were degenerating. When he walked, one foot was deeper and the other was shallower, as if he was walking on cotton.
"I'm just recovering from my illness. I need to rest more and don't wander around."
Tang Feng sat at the dining table and called his daughter to come and sit.
This evening, Tang Feng did not leave, and asked Sister Yue to cook a table of dishes. On the one hand, it was to celebrate her daughter's recovery, and on the other hand, as the New Year was approaching, she wanted to have a meal with Xun Lang, both in business and in private.
Tangfeng called Xun Lang in advance and asked him to come back early for dinner.
The fried crab with rice cakes had just come out of the pot, and the salty and spicy smell was still lingering in the air, when Xun Lang came in.
Tang Yili was stunned and quickly lowered his eyelids.
Tang Feng didn't know about his daughter and son-in-law yet, so he greeted Xun Lang enthusiastically, "I'm back. Is it cold? I heard it was minus seventeen degrees outside today."
This is a rare low temperature in Beijing City throughout the year.
Xun Lang smiled faintly, "Fortunately, I went from the underground garage to the underground garage and didn't have the chance to experience it."
Tang Feng also laughed, and then asked Xun Lang to wash his hands and change clothes quickly.
"I made the spicy crab that Ah Li likes today. Come over and eat it, or it will get cold in a while."