nucmednet Chapter 910 Can I ask for a leave for him?
Chapter 910 Can I ask for a leave for him?
Deng Zhouyi had just swallowed the last mouthful of millet porridge, with the aroma of rice still lingering on the corners of his mouth. His heart was as sweet as if he had a piece of candy in his pocket.
Yu Qianqian's words "Ayi" were more effective than any panacea, and the fever seemed to have subsided a lot.
Before he could say another sweet word, Yu Qianqian's cell phone suddenly vibrated, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet ward.
She took her bag from the chair and took out her cell phone. A strange number popped up on the screen. She frowned slightly and hung up without thinking.
"A harassing call?" Deng Zhouyi asked casually.
"Well, lately, I've been getting calls from some weird numbers. They're either signing up for classes for their kids or asking for services. It's so annoying!"
Yu Qianqian stuffed her phone back into her bag and reached out to take the empty bowl from his hand, "I'll go wash it."
On the other side, Teng Zijing was curled up on the sofa in his apartment, scratching his hair in annoyance.
Two empty bottles of wine fell from the table. He watched his phone screen go dark and couldn't help but curse:
"Fuck, are these two planning to fight behind closed doors for three days and three nights? They even dared not answer the phone?"
As he spoke, he tapped the screen with his fingertips and called Yu Qianqian again.
In the ward, Yu Qianqian had just taken the empty bowl handed to her by Deng Zhouyi and was about to turn around to wash it when her cell phone rang again.
She took it out and saw that it was the same unfamiliar number. She frowned immediately:
"These people are so boring. Why are they so persistent in advertising and sales?" After saying that, he hung up again.
Deng Zhouyi looked at her reaction and suddenly felt something was wrong. He said, "Let me see."
Yu Qianqian was stunned for a moment and handed the phone over without thinking much.
Deng Zhouyi glanced at the screen and his pupils suddenly shrank - the last digit was six 8s, a string of numbers he was very familiar with, it was Teng Zijing's private number.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little tight: "It's Master Jing... I guess no one answered my call, so I transferred it to you."
Before he finished speaking, he quickly pressed the call back button.
In the apartment, Teng Zijing was curled up on the sofa, holding a bottle of wine in his hand and scratching his hair in annoyance.
The screen lit up, and he saw that the caller ID was Yu Qianqian's number. A flame instantly ignited in his scarlet eyes.
He picked up the phone almost instantly, his tone was as cold as ice, and the anger in his voice seemed to burn through the receiver:
"Deng Zhouyi, what's wrong? Now that you've fallen into the land of tenderness, you're unshakable."
"Master Jing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Deng Zhouyi apologized hastily. He caught a glimpse of Yu Qianqian glaring at him.
She lowered her voice a little, "Qianqian didn't know it was your number, so she didn't answer it..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Teng Zijing's voice exploded through the receiver. "I haven't seen a single person yet, and you're playing the game of losing contact?"
"No, Mr. Jing, don't be angry!" Deng Zhouyi hurriedly lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.
"I'll go over right now and continue looking! There's no record of him leaving the country, so he must still be in Kuncheng.
The car we were tracking was dumped near the resort, and it's probably hidden somewhere in the resort! I just didn't find it."
He hurriedly put on his slippers.
"Where are you going?" Yu Qianqian got anxious when she saw this and raised her voice to shout,
"Don't forget you're still sick! The doctor said your fever won't go away until tomorrow morning. You can't go anywhere right now!"
Deng Zhouyi was startled by her yelling, and subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms.
The hand giving her the IV did not forget to cover her mouth - for fear that she would say something "disobedient" again.
He lowered his voice and soothed, "Don't make a fuss, Master Jing is pressing us hard."
Teng Zijing on the other end of the phone was completely confused. "Deng? What's going on there? What's that noise?"
"No, it's okay, Master Jing!" Deng Zhouyi lowered his voice, the person in his arms was still struggling,
He could only mumble, "I just had dinner and am ready to leave. Don't worry!"
Yu Qianqian in his arms whimpered anxiously, but the tiny sobs she made still floated through the receiver.
Teng Zijing listened to the vague noise and sneered unhappily:
"Okay, take it easy. Being young and energetic is a good thing, but don't take advantage of your youth and act recklessly."
"I understand, brother." Deng Zhouyi responded and asked, "By the way, did you pick up Miss An?"
There was no response from the other end of the phone, only a "click" sound, and the call was hung up directly.
Deng Zhouyi held up his phone, his brows furrowed instantly. "What's going on? Did I say something wrong?"
Yu Qianqian took advantage of his distraction, pushed him away, snatched the phone, turned around and walked out of the ward quickly, obviously furious.
"Oh, Qianqian!" Deng Zhouyi was so anxious that he wanted to chase after her, but was pulled by the infusion tube again.
He looked at the empty doorway, feeling as if he were being scratched by a cat.
On one side is Jing Ye, who has taken care of him since he was a child and is closer to him than his own family. Qi Haoyu's matter is very important to Jing Ye and cannot be delayed.
On one side, the girlfriend I had just coaxed was clearly furious. Having offended both sides, this feeling was worse than having a high fever.
He gritted his teeth, pulled the needle off the back of his hand, and blood instantly oozed out.
Never mind, the important thing is to find Qi Haoyu first, and then apologize to Qianqian later!
As soon as I opened the door of the ward, I almost bumped into someone. The nurse was holding the medical record book.
Seeing him like this, she was so shocked that her eyes widened: "You awake? Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Deng Zhouyi was stunned by the question and hesitated: "I... I have something urgent..."
"Even urgent matters must wait until the illness is cured!"
The nurse didn't give him a chance to explain, and frowned as she urged, "Go back to bed!
Have you finished your fluid infusion yet? You were unconscious due to a high fever.
Do you realize how dangerous this situation is? You really don't take your body seriously!"
On the other side, Yu Qianqian angrily hid in the stairwell. After hesitating for a few seconds, she took out her cell phone and called Teng Zijing again.
In the apartment, Teng Zijing had just picked up the bottle of wine on the table and took a big gulp when his cell phone rang again.
Seeing that the number displayed on the screen was still Yu Qianqian's, he paused.
His finger hovered over the answer button for a moment, and finally swiped it to answer.
Teng Zijing's voice came from the receiver, carrying a lingering chill, like ice hitting glass: "Anything else?"
Yu Qianqian's hand holding the phone trembled, and she almost lost her grip. She quickly took a deep breath.
The voice was filled with obvious timidity: "Jing...Jing Ye, I am Yu Qianqian."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Teng Zijing seemed to sense her nervousness and softened his tone. "Sorry, what's the matter? Tell me."
Yu Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, her voice still soft and pleading:
"Master Jing, Deng Zhouyi is in the hospital right now! His condition isn't good. Can I...can I ask for leave for him?"
"What's wrong with him?" Teng Zijing's voice suddenly became tense, and one could hear his obvious urgency, as if he sat up from the sofa in an instant.
"He had a high fever and fell into a coma last night," Yu Qianqian explained hurriedly, speaking a little faster.
"I found something was wrong with him this morning and couldn't wake him up no matter how hard I tried, so I called an ambulance and took him to the hospital.
He is still receiving IV drip and just woke up not long ago..."
"Which hospital?" Teng Zijing asked, and there seemed to be the sound of someone standing up in the background.
"First People's Hospital." Yu Qianqian quickly reported the address and added,
"He's awake, don't worry, I'm here to take care of him.
The doctor said that as long as the fever subsides tomorrow morning, he can be discharged after a day or two of observation. So you see..."
"I understand." Teng Zijing's voice was deep, but it was also filled with a rare gentleness.
"I'll leave Deng Zhouyi to you. Take good care of him. Call me immediately if anything happens. That's all. I'll go see him tomorrow morning."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Jing!" Yu Qianqian quickly agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Teng Zijing looked at the phone screen and cursed softly:
"You little brat, you only know how to show off." There was a hint of anger in his tone, but more of it was the worry that he couldn't hide.
Yu Qianqian walked back to the ward slowly, holding her cell phone. As soon as she opened the door,
The nurse was holding a disinfectant cotton pad, frowning at Deng Zhouyi, and kept muttering, "What's wrong with you?
"You want to run away before the fever has subsided? No matter how urgent the matter is, can it be more important than life? Take your hand away quickly and give me another injection!"
Deng Zhouyi hid behind his back with his hands behind his back, like a naughty child: "Ms. Nurse,
I'm really much better now, no need for the injection, I really have something urgent to do..." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran to the door.
"No matter how urgent it is, you have to finish the infusion first!" the nurse insisted.
Turning around, I saw Deng Zhouyi running to the door: "Hey, why are you like this?"
As soon as Deng Zhouyi arrived at the door, he met Yu Qianqian's gaze as she entered.
With a silly smile: "Qianqian, I..."
Yu Qianqian ignored his stuttering and went straight to Deng Zhouyi, speaking calmly as they walked:
"I've already told Master Jing about your situation and asked for leave for you. Master Jing asked me to take good care of you and come to see you tomorrow morning."
Deng Zhouyi opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was filled with cotton and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Faced with Yu Qianqian's cold gaze, he retreated step by step to the bedside.
He fell down and could only lower his shoulders and admit defeat.
Seeing this, the nurse quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Be good and listen, lie back down!"
Deng Zhouyi finally lay back on the bed obediently, watching the nurse approaching with the needle, turning his head away and not daring to look.
Yu Qianqian stood aside, looking at his arrogant yet aggrieved look.
I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth. The anger in my eyes had long dissipated, leaving only the heartache that could not be hidden.
When the infusion needle pierced the back of his hand, Deng Zhouyi shrank in pain but said nothing more.
Yu Qianqian walked over, gently pressed his other hand, and softened her voice: "Get some rest. Once the fever subsides, everything will be fine."
Deng Zhouyi turned his head to look at her, the light falling on her face, as soft as if covered by a veil.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, Qianqian. I'm sorry for causing you trouble!"
The nurse's eyes were filled with warmth. She picked up the medical record, turned around and left the ward, not forgetting to close the door.
The ward was quiet again, with only the steady dripping of the liquid from the IV tube.
The steady pace was like the ice between the two people melting quietly.