2322. Chapter 2322 It's none of my business that you have a fever
The ward is very quiet.
Zeo read all the data, and finally raised his head from the report, "Master Emperor, although the poisonous gas you inhaled before is no longer serious, there are signs of fever after being exposed to it for a long time. I am not sure whether it is the same as the poisonous gas you inhaled before.
Is there anything related to the poisonous gas, so to be on the safe side, we still need to observe it for two more days. It would be best if the fever can subside in these two days. If not, I'm afraid I will have to inform the young master."
Zeo finished speaking in one breath and closed the report heavily, which showed how dissatisfied he was with Di Yating's self-abuse behavior.
"As long as I can't die." Di Yating's lips were very dry, and he felt very uncomfortable when he moved his mouth.
A pair of black eyes were dim and dull, looking quietly ahead. If I looked carefully, there was no focus.
A handsome face that is more delicate than a woman's is slightly tilted to the side, with a resolute arc that is inexplicably sad.
Because his body was running a fever, his face had an unusual blush, making him look even more charming.
After hearing Zeo's threat, he thought about it and added, "Don't worry, I will cooperate with the treatment. Don't notify my brother."
No matter how arrogant he is, he still cannot change his respect for Qi Xiangyang in his bones.
"..."
Zeo's dissatisfied expression turned strange after hearing what he said. He was silent for a while and then nodded.
He walked forward, adjusted the angle of the needle for him, and prepared for infusion.
"boom--"
The door to the ward was pushed in suddenly. Zeo was startled. The needle almost scratched the back of Di Yating's hand. He subconsciously turned his head to look out the door. He was about to scold him when he saw two people by the door, but he couldn't bear it.
Stopped, "Second Young Master, Miss Gong."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we were too impatient, didn't we scare you?" Gong Yue finally managed to steady her hand and apologized quickly.
After pricking the needle, zeo straightened up from the hospital bed and looked at Gong Yue. His eyes clearly said: I apologized after scaring someone to death. Is it useful?
However, when he met Gu Yuanbei's cold gaze, he still leaned down respectfully and said, "Fortunately, if nothing happens, I will leave first."
Showing Miss Gong's expression in front of the Second Young Master is tantamount to seeking death.
Zeo is a medical idiot, but not an idiot.
He turned around, packed his things, and walked out of the ward.
As they passed the wheelchair, Gu Yuanbei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "How is his condition?"
"I'm just infected with wind-chill and have some fever. Once the fever subsides and there are no other complications, I'll be fine." Zeo was startled, then answered honestly.
"Infected by the cold?" Gu Yuanbei raised his eyebrows and looked at Di Yating with a somewhat probing look.
They had been staying in the VIP area on the top floor and had not gone out to relax. They didn't know what kind of commotion had been caused outside because of Di Yating.
Hearing that Di Yating went out to chase someone and caught wind and cold, Gu Yuanbei's eyes changed obviously. He didn't hesitate to ask Zeo in front of him and waved his hand to let him go down first.
"It seems that the result is not very ideal." Gu Yuanbei motioned to Gong Yue to push the wheelchair to the bedside, looking directly at the absent-minded Di Yating.
"Don't worry, I'm not seeking death." Di Yating responded in a relaxed tone, his eyes brushing past Gu Yuanbei and fixed on Gong Yue.
Ou Ya's words flashed through his mind, and he frowned.
"You, why are you looking at me like this? It's none of my business that you have a fever..." Gong Yue's scalp went numb under his gaze, and she subconsciously shrank back from Gu Yuanbei.
