C7

When Gong Yichen returned from the meeting, he saw Song Jiayin curled up on the sofa, her face flushed red.

Gong Yichen walked over, stood in front of the sofa, and gently called out her name, but he did not get a reply. Gong Yichen frowned, bent down to touch her forehead, but was rolled away. The temperature jumped. He immediately shook Song Jiayin a few times and called her name.

Song Jiayin tried her best to open her eyes, and after groaning a few times, she tilted her head and went back to sleep.

Gong Yichen took out his phone and made a call, the moment the call connected, he said coldly: "Hurry and send a private doctor to my office, immediately!" After hanging up, he looked at Song Jiayin with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Very quickly, a knock on the door sounded. Gong Yichen frowned and said, "Come in", but he stared at Song Jiayin without blinking.

The door opened, and a person came in carrying a medicine kit. Looking at Gong Yichen's actions, the corner of his mouth raised up, and jokingly asked: "Who is this woman?"

Gong Yichen was startled, he raised his head and asked in surprise: "Why is it you?"

Zheng Rui placed the medical case on the tea table, and continued to look for the thermometer as he said: "If your young master from the Palace is looking for a private doctor, of course he'll have to send the best one over."

Gong Yichen said lightly: "You talk big."

Zheng Rui did not mind. Just as he was about to stuff the thermometer into Song Jiayin's armpit, he was stopped by Gong Yichen who grabbed the thermometer and said expressionlessly: "Let me." As he spoke, he carefully placed the thermometer inside.

Zheng Rui laughed: "You still haven't told me who this woman is?" As he spoke, he looked at Song Jiayin, and said with curled lips: "Your looks can be considered cute, but that's all you have to say, to your young master, it's just too ordinary."

Gong Yichen frowned and looked at Zheng Rui with a warning, then said coldly: "It's better not to talk about things you don't know how to handle."

Zheng Rui covered his mouth and smiled as he nodded his head. Two seconds later, he could not help but ask: "Let me guess, you aren't thinking about melting this ten thousand year old ice mountain right?"

Gong Yichen glared at him coldly and said: "Since you're so gossipy, why don't I find a gossip magazine for you to play with?"

Zheng Rui shut his mouth, raised his chin and pointed at Song Jiayin, and said: "Enough."

I'm fine," said Zheng Rui. "It's not that serious. I'll give her an injection, and she'll probably have a fever soon." He then turned around and took out a syringe from the medicine box. Just as he was about to unpack the syringe, he turned around and smiled at Gong Yichen, "I say, I want to inject it intramuscularly. Do you think it will work?

Gong Yichen looked at Zheng Rui coldly and asked: "What do you mean?"

Zheng Rui did not speak, and his gaze fell upon a certain place on Song Jiayin.

Gong Yichen immediately frowned, and said coldly: "No!"

Zheng Rui immediately laughed out, and said: "I really should let others see how you look like now, it's really opened my eyes." He then looked at Song Jiayin with doubt: "It's a pity that she's asleep now, if not I would really want to chat with her and see who exactly is able to take you under them."

Gong Yichen frowned unhappily: "Why didn't I notice that you had so many mouths before?"

Zheng Rui filled up the bottle and flicked the syringe, then said: "What's the point in scoring? I'm not talking to everyone this much — — Take off her clothes, I'll give her an injection." Before he finished speaking, he saw Gong Yichen's eyes that were like daggers shooting towards him. He immediately explained: "Arms! I can give her an upper arm, can I? "