Qin Mingyuan was helped out of the elevator. Zhou Yang took his hand and opened the door with his fingerprint. He and the driver carried him in. He fumbled to turn on the light, and did not forget to turn around to take care of Yun Pei who was in a wheelchair, so that he would not be tripped by the threshold.
The family doctor who arrived earlier than them followed behind and waited until they brought the patient back to the room and put him on the bed before he came over to check on him.
Because he was still holding Yun Pei's hand, his wheelchair could only be parked beside the bed, which might be a bit inconvenient.
The doctor didn't mind and didn't inquire into his relationship with the boss. He stood in the empty space that he tried to leave and took the temperature with a temperature gun first.
After a beep, the temperature displayed 39.8, and the fever was about to reach 40 degrees.
After the overall examination, he stood up and said, "He has a high fever, a severe cold, and some inflammation. In addition, he hasn't had enough rest at work recently. He will be like this. I'll give him an IV today and prescribe some medicine. He should be fine after taking it for a few days."
After saying that, he looked at the other person in the room, and finally his eyes fell on Yun Pei, "Can you remove the needle?"
Yun Pei was stunned and nodded subconsciously. When he was sick before and had an IV at home, he often pulled out the needle by himself. In fact, it was not difficult and anyone could do it.
The doctor nodded and said, "You take care of him. You can remove the needle after the infusion is finished. Clean his body more often at night. You can also use alcohol to wipe the palms and soles of his feet. Pay more attention to him and see if he has a fever in the second half of the night. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."
After he finished speaking, he took the medicine box and went outside to get the medicine, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.
Yun Pei realized something only then, "Did he misunderstand?"
Zhou Yang smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to touch his nose. They were holding hands even when they were sick. It would be strange if there was no misunderstanding. Besides, was it really a misunderstanding
He thought so in his heart, but he certainly wouldn't say it out loud, "Master Yun Pei, are you...convenient? The main thing is that Mr. Qin has been holding your hand, and I don't know when he will let go."
Zhou Yang actually wanted to leave them alone together, but the other person was in a wheelchair and he didn't know if he could take care of her.
Yun Pei lowered his eyes to look at the hand that was still held in the man's palm. His usually slightly cool skin was now filled with the man's scorching heat. The ruby ring flashed a tiny light, constantly reminding him of the scene on the hotel terrace before.
Qin Mingyuan was sweating a lot again, his hair on his forehead was a little wet, and his breathing was a little heavy while he lay on the bed. His face was slightly red due to the fever, and he looked a little more fragile.
Yun Pei sighed in his heart, looked up and said, "It's okay, I can take care of him here."
Sure enough, he cared about their boss. Zhou Yang was secretly happy, but then he realized, huh? Why was he so excited? It wasn't him who was in love.
After coughing, he said, "Then I'll trouble you, Master Yun Pei. If you need any help, you can call me anytime."
The doctor came back soon with the prepared medicine bag in his hand. Zhou Yang took the clothes hanger to use as a temporary medicine rack, and helped the man take off his suit jacket. He stood aside and watched the doctor disinfect and give the boss an injection.
After adjusting the flow rate of the liquid medicine, the doctor placed the prepared oral medicine on the bedside table, explained the dosage and frequency of administration, and reminded him to drink more water as much as possible.
Yun Pei wrote them down one by one, and asked the doctor and Zhou Yang to leave him their phone numbers in case anything happened.
Qin Mingyuan is asleep now, and there is no use for a large group of them here. After observing for a while and finding no problems, Zhou Yang took the two of them away, as they all have to work tomorrow.
Yun Pei was held by the hand and did not go out to see them off. After the sound of the door closing, the room became completely quiet. He looked at the man on the bed again.
Seeing his shirt collar soaked with sweat, I thought it must be uncomfortable for him to lie here in his suit, so I moved my right hand, but it was still being held tightly.
He put his other hand on top and tried to pry it open, but it didn't move. He sighed and wondered how could he still have so much strength even after he fainted.
Unable to use force, Yun Pei had no choice but to move closer and said, "Qin Mingyuan, let go, you've already gone home."
The sleeping man frowned but remained motionless.
Yun Pei reached out and touched his neck. It was hot and wet. He couldn't just leave it there. He pursed his lips and said, "Qin Mingyuan, my hand hurts."
As he finished speaking, the hand holding his seemed to loosen, feeling that there was a way, and said again: "You hold it too tightly, it really hurts."
The force loosened even more, and Yun Pei quickly seized the opportunity to pull his hand out. The hand that was holding him was empty, and he tightened it suddenly, but caught nothing.
Qin Mingyuan frowned even more tightly, and his breathing became more rapid, as if he was very uneasy. Even the hand with the needle moved. He quickly pressed his hand on it, "It's okay, don't move, I'm still here."
When he touched him, the man seemed to relax a lot. He stopped moving around and just murmured something.
Yun Pei thought he needed something, so he went over to carefully distinguish, "What?"
"Why… "
The sick man's voice was very hoarse, and it was unclear who he was asking. He lowered his body even more, with his ear almost touching the other person's lips.
"Why... don't you want me... I am also... I am also your child..."
Yun Pei looked up at him in surprise. He remembered that the last time he saw Qin Mingyuan's mother, she was obviously a very enthusiastic woman and seemed to love him very much. Why would she say such a thing
Don’t want him... Yun Pei frowned slightly. Is it because his parents are abroad all year round
When they lose consciousness, they are unwilling to let go of whatever they are holding on to, and they still need comfort even when they are unconscious. This is because they feel insecure due to lack of love.
Just like when I feel unwell I will miss my mother.
Yun Pei looked at him for a while, stretched out a hand and patted him gently, wanting him to sleep more peacefully, and said softly: "It's not that I don't want you, I'm here with you, go to sleep."
Yun Pei patted him quietly for ten minutes until he was sweating all over. He stopped and took off his coat, leaving only a shirt.
The collar was loosened and the coat was draped over a stool beside him.
The room was very hot without the air conditioner on. Worried that Qin Mingyuan might get heatstroke again because of his cold, he found the remote control and turned on the air conditioner, setting the temperature to 26 degrees and adjusting the wind direction so that it wouldn't blow over the bed.
When putting down the remote control, Yun Pei saw the ring on his hand again. He rubbed it gently, took it off and put it on the bedside table, then turned around and went to the bathroom in the room to get water.
He filled half a basin with warm water and pulled a grey towel off the towel rack. The man on the bed was still sleeping soundly as he maneuvered the wheelchair out.
The water was placed on the bedside table, and a towel was put in to soak it. It was then picked up and wrung out, and Qin Mingyuan's face was wiped first with very gentle movements.
The loosened tie was still hanging around his neck, and Yun Pei helped him take it off. He also unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing his collarbone covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Yun Pei washed the towel again and gently wiped his neck. After that, he hesitated a little, looked at the sleeping man, and unbuttoned his shirt.
The good quality fabric is very smooth, and it slides to the sides once the buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the smooth muscle lines and strong abdominal muscles on the man's chest, which are covered with sweat and rise and fall with his breathing.
Yun Pei didn't know why his face felt a little hot, so he quickly covered him with a towel. Perhaps because he was in a panic and moved too heavily, the man snorted, paused, and looked up.
Qin Mingyuan's eyes were still closed, his frown relaxed, and he slept fairly soundly. He breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would catch a cold again, so after wiping him, he quickly pulled the summer quilt next to him over to cover him.
Yun Pei wanted to help him change his clothes, but he really didn't have the ability. Sometimes it was quite difficult for him to change his own clothes, and it was not easy to take them off with the needle in his hand.
Just now when Zhou Yang and the others were there, he didn't think that he should ask them to help change each other's clothes. It might be uncomfortable to sleep like this all night.
After putting his things back in the bathroom, he turned off the main lights in the room when he came out, leaving only two small lights on at the head of the bed. The dim color could help people sleep more soundly.
Returning to the bedside, he saw that the man's lips seemed a little dry again, so he turned around and went out to pour him some water. He had sweated so much, and it would be bad if he didn't replenish his water again.
The room was half-closed, and the light in the living room that had been turned on when he came in just now was still on, which was convenient for him.
He maneuvered his wheelchair to the open kitchen, found the kettle on the table, took a bottle of purified water from the refrigerator, poured it in, and turned on the switch.
He boiled the water first, and recalled the place where Qin Mingyuan took the cup when he poured milk for him last time. He found the cabinet and opened it, and sure enough, the cleaned cups were placed inside.
As soon as he took it out, the cell phone in the side pocket of the wheelchair rang. He took it out and took a look. It was his father calling.
After hesitating for a moment, he still pressed the answer button. There was a high probability that he would not be able to go back tonight, so he still had to tell the other party.
"Xiao Pei, where have you been? The party is over, why are you gone?"
For some reason, the other person's tone was soft, which made him uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, the other person lowered his voice and asked again.
"Are you with Mr. Qin?"
Yun Pei frowned, his face turned very cold, and he spoke without any emotion, "No, I have something to do and I won't go back."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak again. To avoid disturbing the sleeping man, he turned his phone to silent mode.
Yun Pei knew what his father was thinking without having to guess. This was also the reason why he didn't want them to know that he was close to Qin Mingyuan.
Who knows tonight... He sighed. Now the entire wealthy circle of City A might know that he has a relationship with President Qin, and all kinds of speculations may arise from this.
Fortunately, the other party knew his limits and didn't really give me the ring in front of everyone. That would have been hard to explain.
Thinking back to what the other party had said to him at that time, he lowered his eyes and looked at the distorted face of the so-called brother. It was indeed quite refreshing.
The water boiled, Yun Pei poured a cup of it, mixed some cool stuff in it, making it drinkable, and returned to the bedroom holding the cup.
He went to the bedside and checked the infusion first. He was relieved that there was no loose needle or anything. He reached out and gently patted the man's face, "Qin Mingyuan?"
The man who had fallen into a deep sleep certainly didn't react. He thought for a moment, put one hand behind the man's neck to lift up his head, and put the rim of the cup to his lips.
Although he fell asleep, he still had the instinct to swallow. It might also be because he was really thirsty due to the fever, so Yun Pei fed him a lot.
He put the cup down, settled the person down, took out a piece of paper to wipe the water off his lips, and then tested the temperature of his forehead.
It was still very hot, but a little better than at the beginning. Yun Pei breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel that the shoulder that had been leaned on for a long time was a little sore.
“Tall and strong…” He complained softly, as if dissatisfied, but his eyes were soft when he looked at the person on the bed.
(End of this chapter)