The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

I really want to say that I would never do such a thing. But An Yi chose to keep his mouth shut. These days, people's trust is really getting worse and worse.

Ding Hong saw An Yi dejected and no longer insisted, and a rare smile appeared on his lips, which surprised the young nurse who was waiting not far away: It turned out that this majestic and cold man also had such a vivid expression, wow! Even more charming.

"But I'm not out of my mind." A low voice that sounded like a complaint came. Ding Hong lowered his head. Although he could only see An Yi's beautiful hair, he could imagine her aggrieved and unwilling expression at the moment. He felt that he would never understand her strange focus.

"I'll give you a day off tomorrow to make up for working overtime tonight, so just rest and recover."

An Yi's originally depressed mood quickly improved: Can I take a day off? Tomorrow is Friday, can't I go pick up her baby Youyou from school again? With a sparkle in her eyes, she nodded happily: "Thank you, boss!"

Ding Hong found that the thing that made this woman happy the most was that she could leave work early on Fridays to pick up her daughter from school. How hard did it take for her to decide to let her daughter be raised by her ex-husband, since she loved her daughter so much? How much suffering did she have to endure in her heart?

While they were thinking, they had arrived at the ward area.

A pretty woman in a light pink nurse uniform was waiting at the door. An Yi guessed that the different colored uniforms represented different functional divisions of labor. The pink nurse greeted them politely, took the wheelchair and pushed An Yi into the assigned ward.

The area of ​​this ward is equivalent to that of a hotel room, and the furnishings are quite similar: refrigerator, TV, sofa, etc. The difference is that the color of the walls and beds still maintains the characteristics of the hospital: all white.

Ding Hong took a rough look around the room and nodded to show his satisfaction. The young nurse who accompanied him was relieved.

"Miss An, let me help you change your clothes. This way you will be more comfortable." The pink-clad nurse smiled while holding the hospital gown and looked at Ding Hong. Ding Hong naturally understood the meaning in her eyes and pushed the door open to leave.

Standing in the corridor, he quietly looked out the window. The moon tonight only slightly revealed a small crescent, like a faint smile hanging in the sky. While he was staring at it in a trance, the door of the room opened and the pink-dressed nurse came in to report that she had finished changing clothes.

Ding Hong stepped into the ward again. This time, An Yi was lying on the bed in a white and light blue striped hospital gown. The loose and large clothes only highlighted her thin and pitiful figure, and her face looked even paler and weaker.

Seeing the pink-dressed nurse moving a drip stand over, Ding Hong stopped her and said, "No need for an IV."

"Is that so? OK, I understand." The pink-clad nurse looked suspicious, but still followed the VIP's order and left. She was confused: she had read the medical records. Miss An had a cold and a fever. Her condition was not serious, but she chose to be hospitalized. Wasn't it because she needed to rest after the IV drip?

An Yi felt relieved and happy at this moment: "That's great! I had an IV drip during surgery before. Maybe my blood vessels were too thin, so the blood reflux was severe. It hurts just thinking about it." After saying that, he really shivered.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Ding Hong regretted asking this question. What does it have to do with him?

An Yi was also regretting that he had said something he didn't want to say after being happy for a while. When he heard the boss' question, he thought of the sharp look in his boss's eyes when he concealed the fact that he hadn't had dinner, so he gritted his teeth and chose to tell the truth: "That... is not an illness, it's a caesarean section."

"Yeah." Ding Hong regretted asking such an unnecessary question, which led him to discuss such an embarrassing topic as having children with his female employee!

Fortunately, Nurse Xiao Li came in with a tray containing a cup of warm water and a few pills. She helped An Yi take the pills in order, while explaining their names and effects.

Ding-ling-ling, the phone rang. Ding Hong picked up the phone and saw that it was Manager Lu. He turned around and walked out of the room quickly. It was Manager Lu who initiated a conference call. Several people including Qin Lang and the manager of the legal department discussed the revised terms with Ding Hong and finally confirmed them.

When Ding Hong returned to the ward, he found An Yi had fallen asleep. Thinking of the scene in the car, he flashed doubt in his eyes, took a few steps forward, put his hand gently on her forehead, and looked at the pink-dressed nurse standing by her.

"Mr. Ding, Miss An has fallen asleep after taking the medicine. The medicine contains a sedative, which means it helps patients sleep. Miss An's condition is very stable now, and her temperature won't drop too quickly, so please don't worry." The pink-clad nurse was startled by Ding Hong's actions just now, and hurriedly explained in a low voice.

Ding Hong looked at the time. It turned out that the call lasted more than half an hour, which made sense. So he nodded slightly to show that he understood. The temperature measured by hand should not have risen, but it didn't drop either. He was not completely relieved.

When the pink-dressed nurse saw that Ding Hong had returned and had informed him of the situation, she stood up, said goodbye and left quietly.

Slowly sitting down on the bed, Ding Hong carefully looked at this woman under the deliberately dimmed light. He had never looked at An Yi so closely before. She was always smiling, happy, surprised, sad, wronged, angry, or stubborn in front of him. Now she was lying quietly, her ups and downs of breathing revealed that she was not sleeping well. Her brows were slightly furrowed in her sleep. Was she still feeling uncomfortable? Or was she dreaming about something? He raised one hand and gently brushed her brows, but still couldn't smooth them out. He brushed her pale and slightly cool cheek again, holding it with his palm, wanting to warm her up with his own temperature.

This action seemed to make An Yi uncomfortable or itchy. She raised her hand to shake off the "debris" on her face. Ding Hong grabbed the half-raised hand in time, put it back into the thin quilt, tucked the other side of the quilt, stared for a moment before getting up and leaving. He walked to the door, carefully inspected the room, and looked at An Yi sleeping soundly on the bed again. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he silently closed the door and left.

Driving towards home, Ding Hong's heart was not as calm as the night. What annoyed him was not only his worry about the woman, but also his increasingly out-of-control heart. Should he indulge himself and do whatever he wanted? But his remaining rationality could not agree. He had always been unrestrained and spontaneous in his relationship, but there was a day when he was struggling and timid. I'm afraid it's retribution.

The next morning, An Yi woke up and found that it was already past nine o'clock. Although she didn't sleep well at first, she fell into a deep sleep. She was so sleepy that she didn't dream at all. As expected, she felt much more relaxed after getting up, and she didn't feel groggy like last night.

At this time, the pink-dressed nurse knocked on the door and came in with a smile. An Yi knew that there was a monitoring device in the ward, which would only be turned on when the patient was alone. The nurse mentioned it when she explained the facilities in the room to her last night, and asked for her consent to use this service.

"Miss An, are you feeling better?"

An Yi smiled politely and replied, "Well, I'm much better now. Thank you for your care. Can I... be discharged from the hospital now?"

After measuring An Yi's temperature, blood pressure and other routine tests, the pink-dressed nurse smiled and replied, "Great, your fever has subsided! Other indicators are also good. Please ask Dr. Meng to check you later before making a decision. He makes rounds at 10 o'clock every day." Seeing An Yi nod in agreement, she continued, "There is a visitor waiting at the door now. It's Mr. Yang. Can he come in?"

Oh? Visitor, surnamed Yang? An Yi looked out suspiciously. Seeing this, the pink-dressed nurse brought the person in without waiting for instructions.

It turned out to be the driver Xiao Yang. An Yi greeted him happily: "I was wondering who it was because I didn't tell anyone."

Xiao Yang felt relieved when he saw An Yi's expression: "My boss asked me to come and see you. I just heard the nurse's briefing on your situation. Now that I see you looking so energetic, I feel relieved."

Seeing the pink-dressed nurse leave the room, An Yi pouted and complained a little: "Actually, I just have a minor cold, there's really no need to be hospitalized. The boss said he was worried that if my condition gets serious, he'll use this to blame the company..." In fact, An Yi didn't believe that Ding Hong really suspected her so much. After all, the boss promoted her to the position of CEO's secretary because he trusted her. But she couldn't imagine that the tyrannical boss was a kind person who cared about his subordinates. So, she could only secretly complain that the boss was really a persecution maniac.

Xiao Yang held back his laughter and did not comment.

The two chatted for a while, and then Dr. Meng came in with several assistant doctors and nurses. After looking at the data from the tests, he briefly asked questions, and made a diagnosis of An Yi's current condition, and finally came to the conclusion: she could be discharged at any time.

Xiao Yang immediately said that he would handle all the discharge procedures for An Yi. After these people walked out of the ward, An Yi hurriedly told Xiao Yang to just handle the discharge and not to pick up medicine. Because there was a cold medicine with similar effects at home, if all else failed, he could go to a public hospital and use social security to get medicine.

Although she knew that the cost of treatment here would be borne by the company, she was unwilling to accept such a luxurious medical treatment. It was not because she was comfortable and petty, she really felt that this hospitalization was an exaggeration, and no matter how rich she was, she didn't need to waste it like this, and she really couldn't bear it.

In fact, the cost of An Yi's hospitalization was paid by Mr. Ding himself. Xiao Yang wanted to let Miss An know about his boss's care and concern for her, but after thinking it over, he remained silent: first, the boss did not ask him to tell others; second, if she knew, Miss An would probably insist on paying for it herself. Wouldn't that cause more trouble for the boss? He should just abide by his duties and responsibilities.

As for Miss An's suggestion not to pick up the medicine, that was naturally not something he could decide on, and he would need to ask his boss for his opinion later.

After completing the discharge procedures smoothly, Xiao Yang sent An Yi back to the downstairs of her home.

Reluctantly accepting a bag of medicines, An Yi lamented that his voice was insignificant and his words were not accepted even if he was kind enough to save money for the company. Of course, this matter had nothing to do with Xiao Yang, and he could only listen to the orders of the overbearing boss.

Ding Hong received a report from Xiao Yang and learned that An Yi had returned home safely, and the matter was finally settled.