Zhuo Jian also felt a headache, and finally got to the hospital. After the examination, the director looked at his film and said, "The bruises haven't gone away. Have you had trouble sleeping recently?"
"Kind of."
Fu Yanye said inscrutably.
Zhuo Jian felt nervous, "What should I do if he can't sleep well?"
The dean smiled and looked at the image on the computer, "If Mrs. Fu can't do anything even if she's sleeping next to her, I'll be even more helpless."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless for a while.
Has it all become her responsibility?
Can she interfere with him sleeping?
"Can't you take medicine? It's for sleeping."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and asked tentatively.
"Of course it's okay if you have no health problems, but it's not okay if Mr. Fu is like this."
The dean is very serious.
"oh!"
Zhuo Jian agreed. In fact, she also considered it when she asked. He couldn't take medicine randomly, so what should he do?
If he doesn't sleep well, the doctor doesn't need to tell her that it will affect his recovery.
"How about we stay in the hospital? There should be a doctor in the hospital who specializes in regulating his sleep? We just need to do what the doctor says?"
She didn't realize that she was being fanciful. After all, the hospital was a place where people were treated and saved, and they were the ones who needed to be saved.
The dean still looked solemn. After thinking for a while, he added: "Mr. Fu does not need to be hospitalized in this condition. You are his wife and you should be able to help him fall asleep quickly."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
Fu Yanye also frowned, as if he didn't expect this at all, and then turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and white, and all she could say was that she was speechless.
What are you looking at her for?
What can she do?
Don't think about her sleeping with him.
He is not her son.
Zhuo Jian was very depressed and unhappy when she left the hospital.
Fu Yanye followed her, a little slowly.
She was about to walk out of the hall when she realized that he was not with her. She turned around to look for him worriedly. After seeing him, she reluctantly walked back, "Why are you so slow?"
"I didn't sleep well last night, I felt dizzy."
"..."
"For such a big person, it wouldn't look good if he fell, right?"
Fu Yanye asked her again with a pitiful look.
Zhuo Jian felt upset just looking at his dark black eyes, so she had to raise her hand to hug his arm again, "I'll help you."
Fu Yanye glanced at her hand, but he actually wanted to hold it.
But now, it seems like this is the only way to go.
Wang Rui was still waiting for them. After seeing them come out, he immediately opened the car door for them and then automatically returned to his seat.
Fu Yanye said: "Send the young lady to work first."
"yes."
Wang Rui agreed and started the car.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "How about I send you off first?"
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, even more weakly, "Is this okay?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian felt a little uneasy.
Fu Yanye nodded, as if he had carefully considered it, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was unhappy.
The car drove to Fu's office building.
Fu Yanye suddenly remembered that his subordinate said that when he took Zhuo Jian to the office building before, he would hold her hand and show off. He turned to look at her and said, "Will you send me in?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and hesitated.
"I don't seem to like people touching me, but I do feel dizzy."