After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

Zhou Lin stopped at the door, looking at that smile, with complicated emotions in his heart.

A week ago, they almost broke up, and he was filled with hatred, but now...

Secretary Zhang was horrified and asked cautiously: "Do you need me to go in and ask about the young lady's condition?"

Zhou Lin looked away, his voice as cold as ever, "Go to the company."

No emotion could be heard.

Zhou Lin worked overtime in the company for more than a week. Secretary Zhang couldn't help but call Lin Yu. Lin Yu personally went to the company to arrest people, and then dragged Zhou Lin out of the office and sent him back to Bright Sky City.

Cheng Zhiwei found out that Zhou Lin had returned in the middle of the night while eating breakfast. Lin Yu called and said that Zhou Lin had a fever and asked her to help take care of him. She and Zhou Chenyuan had to go abroad because of some things.

Cheng Zhiwei thought that Wang Mei was still at home, so she agreed.

As a result, I quickly received a call from Wang Mei, saying that she had something to do at home and had to take a few days off. She also carefully explained that there were clean ingredients in the refrigerator, which sounded like a long-planned plan.

Cheng Zhiwei could probably guess that it was Lin Yu's idea. Lin Yu wanted to let Zhou Lin develop a relationship while Zhou Lin felt guilty about her.

But some feelings cannot be cultivated no matter what.

Moreover, Zhou Lin would not feel guilty towards her. She deserved any kind of grievance she suffered.

When he was thinking about whether he should move out for a few days, Lin Yu called, "Zhiwei, I just called Alin. He seems to be very unwell. Please help me go check on him." What’s going on, is it okay?”

A gentle and consultative tone.

Cheng Zhiwei hesitated, and Lin Yu sighed: "His father and I are abroad now and can't make it back. He is also very stubborn. I'm afraid something will happen to him. Please, Zhiwei, I'm really worried."

Cheng Zhiwei had no reason to refuse. After all, Lin Yu was really an excellent and impeccable mother-in-law.

Going upstairs to Zhou Lin's room, Cheng Zhiwei knocked on the door but no one answered. She twisted the handle and found that the door was not closed, so she went straight in.

It was bright outside, but the room was dull because of the closed curtains. Cheng Zhiwei pressed the switch, but the light did not come on.

It must be broken, Cheng Zhiwei thought. After all, Zhou Lin only comes back to this house a limited number of times, and the housekeeping aunt doesn't clean it at night. It's possible that it's broken and not discovered.

With these random thoughts floating in her mind, she opened the curtains.

The sun is dazzling and hot.

Cheng Zhiwei turned his head and saw Zhou Lin wrapped up like a rice dumpling on the bed. The air conditioning in the room was 26 degrees, but Zhou Lin seemed to be spending the winter, with two quilts pressed against him and wrapped tightly.

"Who is it?" A muffled voice came from under the quilt, with a thick nasal tone and extremely impatient tone.

Cheng Zhiwei crossed his arms, his voice still hoarse from illness, cold and distant, "What's wrong with you?"

There was no sound for a long time under the quilt.

Cheng Zhiwei was not happy to be in the same room with Zhou Lin, breathing the same air, and asked again impatiently: "Mom said you are not feeling well, let me take a look."

It was pointed out that she didn't want to come.

"I can't die." Zhou Lin's tone was not very good, showing a sense of weakness.

Cheng Zhiwei stared at the quilt on the bed and said nothing.

This time Cheng Zhiwei was silent. Zhou Lin couldn't hold himself any longer. He lifted the quilt and took a look, and met Cheng Zhiwei's emotionless gaze.

The messy hair and stern face were a little impatient. When he saw Cheng Zhiwei, he just glanced at her, turned away, and coldly uttered two words, "Get out."

Cheng Zhiwei turned around and left, even closing the door thoughtfully.

After the person left, the room became quiet, but Zhou Lin's heart felt like it was on fire, tossing and turning in discomfort.

If you want her to leave, she will leave. Why have I never seen her so obedient before?

Didn't she see that he had a fever?

But think about it, the relationship between the two of them is even more frozen than the last nine cold days. Her indifference is the most normal reaction.

But... I just felt uneasy and became restless.

The quilt on the bed suddenly became heavier, and the temperature on the body became higher and higher.

Downstairs, Cheng Zhiwei picked up her phone and called Zhang Yuanheng. She naturally noticed the abnormal red color on Zhou Lin's face and the two quilts.

They all mean one thing, Zhou Lin has a fever.

She could completely ignore the relationship between the two of them, but unfortunately, she was still a kind person at heart and could not be completely indifferent.

But the only thing she could do was make this call.

Zhang Yuanheng arrived very quickly. After a checkup, he determined that Zhou Lin had a cold and fever caused by the fatigue of the past few days and the cold, so he kept some medicine for a few days.

I went downstairs and told Cheng Zhiwei some precautions. Zhou Lin has been famous for "difficulty taking medicine" since he was a child. Taking medicine is as if it is life-threatening. As long as he can survive the disease, he will never take medicine. His fever has reached thirty-nine. If you are sick, you must take medicine, otherwise you are afraid of complications.

Cheng Zhiwei listened expressionlessly and didn't pay attention to memorize it.

What does it have to do with her?

"By the way, there's this medicine," Zhang Yuanheng took out a small brown bottle and handed it to Cheng Zhiwei, "The young lady's previous examination at my place came out. After the results came out, I found that the young lady's throat seemed to be treated incorrectly. After taking medicine, the young lady's throat became more serious. After Mr. Xiao Zhou found out, he asked me to prepare medicine for you. You should take it according to this, three times a day, one pill at a time, and your voice will be normal in half a month. However, if you use It will take another month."

Cheng Zhiwei's pupils vibrated, and he looked at the small medicine bottle in Zhang Yuanheng's hand. His lips moved before he made a complete sound, "What do you mean by this?"

The hoarse voice was trembling slightly.

Zhang Yuanheng said more straightforwardly, "Let me put it this way, if your throat receives appropriate treatment from the beginning, it will only take half a month to heal. However, during the treatment, you used the wrong medicine, which made you Your voice is good and bad, you should feel it yourself, right?"

Almost as if he was struck by a bolt from the blue, Cheng Zhiwei was in disbelief, "It's impossible."

Her throat was treated by Meng Qiancheng. If what Zhang Yuanheng said is true, does that mean that Meng Qiancheng deliberately did not give her throat active treatment?

And the wrong medicine was used to delay the recovery of her voice?

Or was Meng Qiancheng not good at medical skills and used the wrong medicine?

But that was Meng Qiancheng, the brother she had called her for many years, and it was impossible for him to do such a thing.

Then again, although Zhang Yuanheng was nominally the family doctor of the Zhou family, he was actually the heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Because traditional Chinese medicine was ostracized by the medical community, and his own family was suppressed by his colleagues, the family gradually declined. In fact, he himself had considerable medical skills. good.

And because of his social fear and sensitive personality, he only stayed in the hospital's Chinese medicine dispensary most of the time. Occasionally, he would go to Zhou's house when called by Lin Yu. After all, it was Lin Yu who helped him when he was in the most difficult time.

Cheng Zhiwei knew a lot about Zhang Yuanheng from Lin Yu, and also knew that he would not lie.

But she couldn't accept this fact.