Chapter 221 Viral Infection

Ning Jing's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She threw all her hatred on me, but I felt so innocent.

"Calm down, don't you think it's ridiculous that Hai Yang is making the plane return? I've only known him for a few days and you know what's going on. Count this on me. Are you sick?" I looked at her warily.

Ning Jing's features began to twist. "Chen Qing, are you afraid? Are you scared? Hahaha, you wait. I'm not doing well, and I won't let you do well either!"

After that, she ran back to the hospital building, and I clenched my fists, not wanting to say anything more to this kind of person who has three bad views.

I forgot what I was going to do when I got down, so I went back to the clinic and Tan Jie came out in a short while.

"How is it?" I asked anxiously.

Tan Jie put his arm around my neck and dragged me out. "What are you asking me? I'm fine. I'm not sick at all. I've come to see you. You have to listen to me. I want to eat hotpot now."

Is there really nothing wrong? I put away my doubts. "Hot pot is hot pot. Why are you holding me like a dead dog?"

"I'd love to." He didn't let me go until the elevator. I quickly straightened up and stood up straight. Grandma's legs. I hated this tall guy who bullied people with his height.

I treated Tan Jie to a hot pot, and he enjoyed it, so did I.

"Go back and exercise. If your manager finds out, he might scold me."

Tan Jie grunted. "Send me to get the car."

I sent Tan Jie away and went back to the company myself. There were still people in the company this weekend. It was a little surprising to see me. I ordered a lot of coffee and cake to send to them to cheer them up. Of course, I kept a copy of it myself. As a boss, I had to cheer myself up.

Working late, I went home with a sore back and sneezed a few times on the way home. When I got home, I took my temperature and measured it. It was thirty-eight degrees six. I wanted to make it through, but on second thought, there was an important meeting tomorrow, so I quickly found the medicine and took it according to the instructions.

The next day, I was still in a daze with a headache and a dry throat. Er De asked me why my face was red. I smiled and said, "It's a low fever. It's okay. Are you ready for the meeting?"

"I'm ready, Chen Boss. I think something's wrong with you, or we'll postpone it."

"No, it's only two or three hours, very soon." I waved my hand. "Where's my coffee?"

Er De brought me the coffee. I finished it in one gulp, took two more gum and went to the conference room.

At first, I was able to concentrate on what others were saying, but the more I got later, the more headache I felt, the scenery around me seemed to be spinning, and the urge to blow my nose.

"Chen Qing, are you okay?" Yang Jian asked me.

I shook my head. "It's okay. Just drink some water."

Finally, I held on until the meeting was over. I asked Er De to show me the minutes of the meeting. As soon as he took them over, my eyes darkened and I was unconscious.

When I woke up, I found it hard to breathe, and my eyes were dry. When I opened them, I wanted to cry. I barely looked around. There was no one. After a while, a man dressed like an astronaut was standing around me, holding a notebook and not knowing what he was writing.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound. When I breathed hard, my chest vibrated.

"Miss Chen, you have a new type of viral infection. Now that you are in the isolation ward of our hospital, you don't have to think about anything. Just cooperate with our doctor."

A new virus? I wanted to ask him how new he was, but I couldn't speak, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

I don't know how long it has been. My whole body is very hot. I can't wait to take off all my clothes. Just when I was tortured by the heat, it suddenly became very cold. It made me shiver all over.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone was knocking on the glass. I turned around and saw that it was Tan Jie. He was dressed like an astronaut. He was covered all over, leaving only two eyes outside.

He came in as soon as the door opened.

I wanted to ask him if he would be infected by me if he came in like this, but I couldn't speak and could only look at him.

"It's okay, Chen Qing. You'll be fine after a few days here. Just take a long nap and you'll be able to go back to work when you wake up." His hand touched my head, and I moved aside to avoid his touch.

It's not that I don't like to touch me, I'm afraid he'll be infected by me. The virus is something that can't be seen or touched. I heard that two people can be infected by talking together. I'm worried about the mask he's wearing.

Tan Jie looked at me and said, "Don't worry. I'm strong and won't get infected easily. The doctor has already examined me. I'm very healthy. You have to come out healthy too, okay?"

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I was relieved.

But what about Yang Jian, Er De, and my colleagues? I frowned.

"Your secretary and Yang Jian are both in quarantine. Nothing unusual has been found so far." Tan Jie is like a roundworm in my stomach. He knows everything I want.

This way, I really feel relieved.

He couldn't stay long, and soon someone at the door urged him out. He said, "Hold on, I'll wait for you. When we go to Nancheng to open an inn, I'll sing to attract guests and take care of your children."

I want to laugh, this kind of business is willing to lose money, is it stupid.

After Tan Jie left, I fell into a coma. I could feel my weakness. I could hear my chest breathing when I was breathing. I was tired. I was tired from breathing, but it was painful not to breathe.

I struggled, I fought, I didn't know how long it was, I couldn't do it anymore, I had to give up.

Am I drowning? No matter how much I gasped, I opened my eyes and saw Fu Jing's face, and Tingsheng, my good son...

Suddenly, a mouthful of oxygen was pressed into my chest, and I was forced to breathe. The feeling of drowning disappeared, and then I breathed normally.

At this moment, I had no idea that this meant that my breathing muscles were paralyzed.

"Chen Qing, Chen Qing..."

Who called me? I opened my eyes in a daze and saw Fu Jing's face again. Why wasn't he wearing a mask? Wouldn't he be infected?

"Wake up and look at me."

My dry lips moved and I couldn't say a word. Why was he crying? Why should a big man cry?

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe his tears. I told him not to cry. He held my hand in half and his tears fell on my hand. It was cold. It was so cold.