My Husband, Warm The Bed

Jian Ran regained her senses and quickly followed along, but was stopped by Xu Huiyi, "Jian Ran, we are looking after Boss Qin here, so we won't trouble you. You go to work when you need to. "

Jian Ran was extremely uncomfortable with Xu Huiyi's words. She clearly treated her as an outsider.

Jian Ran was so upset that she felt like she had been slapped in the face when her husband was sick.

She realized that she had never really entered Qin Yue's life. Qin Yue's background, his work, everything about Qin Yue, it was as if nothing could be touched by him.

Now that Qin Yue was sick, she couldn't take care of him as his wife.

She almost doubted that Qin Yue was really her husband.

Jian Ran bit her lips. The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. It was partly because she was worried about Qin Yue, and secondly, because she was frustrated to the core.

"Woof, woof …" The sensible Mian Mian felt that Jian Ran was in a bad mood, so she rubbed her feet a few times and whined a few times to comfort her.

Jian Ran squatted down and caressed Mian Mian's head, "Mian Mian, Uncle Qin is sick, but Mom can't even stay by his side to take care of him. Do you think Mom is useless? "

"Woof, woof …" Mian Mian barked a few times and licked Jian Ran's hand, trying to comfort her.

"Thank you, Mian Mian." Jian Ran patted Mian Mian's head, "Darling, you go and play. Mom is going to work with us. "

Right now, I

ovation Technology was in the midst of many things. The matter between Gu's and Starlight had not yet settled, and Qin Yue was sick again.

Jian Ran didn't care about the big issues of decision-making. However, she did her job well, so it could be said that she shared some of Qin Yue's responsibilities.

Recently, due to the low level of i

ovation in the business of I

ovation Technology, the mood of the employees of the I

ovation Technology were affected, so everyone's mood at work wasn't very high.

Jian Ran didn't know if Qin Yue was unable to fight against the Gu's, or if he was trying to stall for time to find the right time to counterattack.

The colleagues in the office were either chatting or browsing Weibo. There was not a single one who worked seriously. This situation was very worrisome.

Sighing softly, Jian Ran collected herself, turned on her work computer, and prepared to start the day's work again.

After checking a few customer profiles, she then called the customers one by one to see if she could get the chance to meet up with them. After that, she would have a good talk with the clients about cooperation projects.

A few calls later, the other party hung up due to being busy at work, leaving Jian Ran with a bad taste in her mouth.

Jian Ran spent most of the morning worrying about Qin Yue's illness. At around 10 in the morning, Qin Yue called her.

Looking at the gradually familiar phone number displayed on the screen, Jian Ran's hand that was holding the phone trembled slightly. Because she was in too much of a hurry to answer the call, she didn't slide it a few times.

It was not easy to get through when Qin Yue's low and hoarse voice came through the phone, "Jian Ran, where are you?"

"Working at the company." Hearing Qin Yue's voice, Jian Ran's tensed mind finally relaxed after an entire morning.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone after Jian Ran said that. Qin Yue didn't seem to plan to say anything else.

Jian Ran waited for a while and was about to say something when she heard Qin Yue say, "Then you should continue working."

"Qin Yue …" Jian Ran called out to him and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"He won't die."

Qin Yue's extremely cold voice passed from the phone into Jian Ran's ears, making her feel wronged and angry.

She bit her lips in frustration and said, "It's good that you're not dead." I have to go back to work. "

"Yes." The man on the other side snorted coldly and hung up the phone first.

Looking at the darkened screen of her cell phone, Jian Ran felt as if something had tightly gripped her heart, making her unable to breathe.

She had been worried about his condition all morning. She had been so worried that she had hung up on him before she could ask him about his condition.

Jian Ran stared at the screen, and the screen lit up again. This time, it was Xu Huiyi who called.

Xu Huiyi called, telling Jian Ran to rush to the Sheng Tian Hospital.

The Sheng Tian Hospital was a very famous private hospital. It was said that its medical equipment was even more advanced and complete than the First People's Hospital of the Jiangbei.

Although Jian Ran was still a little angry at Qin Yue's attitude when he said those words, she couldn't keep getting angry at him. She had to see him doing it with her own eyes to be at ease.

After ending the call with Xu Huiyi, Jian Ran asked to leave home to cook some green vegetable porridge. After the fever had passed, people should eat some light food.

It was already close to one in the afternoon when Jian Ran returned home from her company and rushed over to the Sheng Tian Hospital.

The security at Sheng Tian Hospital was tight, and ordinary people could not enter. Thus, Xu Huiyi had been waiting outside the security room.

Seeing Jian Ran, she welcomed her with a smile, "Mrs. Qin, because I was worried about Boss Qin's safety this morning, I didn't take my words to heart. I hope you don't take it to heart."

"It's fine." Jian Ran didn't care about Xu Huiyi's attitude towards her. What she cared about was when Qin Yue was sick, she, as his wife, couldn't help him at all.

She and Qin Yue were husband and wife, so they should be the closest couple. However, this morning, she felt that she was nothing with Qin Yue.

After walking for more than 10 minutes, they finally arrived at Qin Yue's ward. Xu Huiyi said, "This is Boss Qin's ward, I won't be going in."

Jian Ran nodded. "Sorry for the trouble."

The door was ajar. Jian Ran looked in through the crack and saw a middle-aged woman about fifty years old preparing food for Qin Yue.

The woman took out various types of delicate small boxes from a delicate box frame and placed them on the table one by one. Her movements were very practiced, and it was obvious that she often did these things.

Seeing that someone had prepared so much food for Qin Yue, Jian Ran looked at the thermal insulation box in her hand and hid behind her back. She didn't want Qin Yue to see the poor food that she prepared for him.

Jian Ran pushed the door open and entered. The woman immediately looked over and glanced at her. Her gaze landed on the lunchbox in her hands, carrying a bit of inquiry.

The ward was a suite of rooms, and the hall was a resting area. The arrangement was very warm, and all the furniture and appliances were ready.

Since she didn't see Qin Yue in the hall, Jian Ran couldn't be sure that Qin Yue was in the room.

Jian Ran looked at the woman and smiled awkwardly, "Do you live here, Qin Yue?"

The woman looked at Jian Ran for a while before pointing to the room inside. "Young Master is in the i

er room."

"Thank you!" Jian Ran smiled and nodded politely to the woman. Then she put her lunch box on the tea table and went to her room to check on Qin Yue.

In the room was the ward. Qin Yue, dressed in a white hospital gown, was sitting on the bed, holding a needle in his left hand and reading a newspaper in his right.

"Qin Yue." Jian Ran called to him, but he didn't look up, as if he hadn't heard her.

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