Are you sure you want to divorce me?

After Wen Wenyao made such a fuss, Han Yufeng was in complete misery, even if he didn’t eat anything, and because of the fright, the pain that had been suppressed by the medicine came back again, so painful that he couldn’t bear it and moaned again One sound.

It was only then that Wen Wenyao realized that Han Yufeng's face was unbelievably pale, and he was not as energetic as before, even sitting there, he was a little shaky.He hurried over to help him, very worried, "What's wrong?"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"..." Wen Wenyao's heart skipped a beat when he met his slightly confused eyes, "You were shaking just now!"

"Really? Maybe I got up too fast and felt a little dizzy."

"Is it just like that?" Wen Wenyao obviously didn't believe it. He felt that the temperature of his arm was a little high, so he stretched out his hand to touch Han Yufeng's forehead without feeling relieved.

It's okay if you don't touch it, but once you touch it, it almost scared his soul out, "Oh my god! How did you get burned in such a short time?"

"Do I have a fever?" To be honest, Han Yufeng didn't feel it at all.

Wen Wenyao nodded, his eyes full of worry, he hurriedly helped him lie down on the bed, took out a thermometer from the drawer, stuffed it through his collar, and let him hold it.

"Test, if it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital."

"En." Han Yufeng couldn't open his eyes at this moment, he tried to answer him, but his consciousness was obviously blurred.

Wen Wenyao was speechless, isn't this too fast?According to the legend, when you touch the pillow, you will get confused.

Before Wen Wenyao took the thermometer out of Han Yufeng's armpit, he found that he had fallen asleep completely with his head tilted, and didn't respond to any calls.Afraid of accidents, he hurriedly called Ding Xiaosu to come up, and asked him to contact Su Jinlun by the way.

Busy Su happened to be at home today, and as soon as he received the call, he rushed to the building, sneaked up through the safe passage, and brought a bunch of tools, apparently to use the office as a medical place.

"You said that he just had a convulsion yesterday, and he didn't eat a few bites for most of the day today, so he still has to work hard to deal with these bad things?"

"...that's pretty much it."

"Isn't this about death?! You guys are going to piss me off! And you!" Su Jinlun changed his hand and pointed at Ding Xiaosu, "The two of them are ignorant, how can you be ignorant? Don't look at it?"

"..." Ding Xiaosu was speechless. He was probably the only one who could say that Director Han was ignorant.

But at this moment, he will not mess with this powder keg that is obviously going to explode. He just said helplessly, "Don't you know Director Han's temper? How can my little secretary control it?"

Wen Wenyao was not too happy to hear this, he said coldly, "That one over there, aren't you afraid that I will learn your original words to you Director Han?"

Ding Xiaosu said helplessly, "Young Master Wen, don't be shy. Let's quickly see what to do in the current situation."

"What else can I do? Send me directly to the hospital!"

Ding Xiaosu looked distressed, "Young Master Wen, it's working time..."

"What happened to working hours?" Wen Wenyao was puzzled.

"If the employees see that Boss is going up the stairs vertically and coming down horizontally, I don't know what they will think. If Boss is awake, he will not agree with us to make this decision."

"Everyone is like this now? Why don't you send them to the hospital? What can you do here? You will be responsible if you burn out for a while?"

"I won't be stupid." Su Jinlun, who was adjusting the drip at the side, said leisurely, "Besides, how can I go to the hospital when the drip is on? Isn't the most important problem now is that he doesn't eat?"

"Yes, what do you think we should do? Is it possible to let him cultivate immortality?"

"Try parenteral nutrition first. If it doesn't work, let my senior brother find a way. His illness really can't be dragged on any longer. In order to prevent him from dying young, you should persuade him when he wakes up. Find time to go to the hospital for a gastroscopy to see if there are any other problems. Frequent gastric bleeding has a high chance of developing into an ulcer. Um... Also, if you can’t eat for a long time, you will develop into anorexia.”

"Anorexia?" Wen Wenyao exclaimed. He never thought that such a "literary" disease would be associated with Han Yufeng.But this is actually the case now. If he continues to skip meals, his body will soon be unable to accept any food, and this phenomenon will even be reflected psychologically, making him fundamentally disgusted with food.

Then it will be troublesome.

If the chairman of a large company was diagnosed with anorexia, it would be a big deal if it got out. Needless to say, the stock price of Chengfeng Baijiu would immediately plummet.

Because this is equivalent to a chronic terminal illness, no one would believe that a person suffering from this disease can manage a company well.

Han Yufeng was in a daze when he heard someone talking about "parenteral nutrition" and "anorexia". He wanted to say that it was not that serious at all. Doctors always like to scare people, but the fact is that he couldn't even move, let alone Said to comfort Wen Wenyao.

At this time, Wen Wenyao really started to get anxious, he kept asking Su Jinlun what to do?

Su Jinlun's head hurt from his reading at the end. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "I won't know until I go to the hospital for an examination. I'm not a clairvoyant, and the conditions here are limited, so you ask me." I can't tell you anything."

"...Are you a doctor like you? Are you impatient with patients' families? Are you not afraid of conflicts?"

"I'm a family doctor, thank you."

"What happened to the family doctor? The family doctor should show some attitude!"

"I said, what about you..."

"Xiao Yao..."

"Boss, you're awake."

Upon hearing this sentence, Wen Wenyao stopped making noise. He quickly sat down on the bed, grabbed his hand, and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

"Well, I felt tired just now, so I took a nap."

Han Yufeng felt that he was speaking at a normal volume, but to other people, his voice was not as good as a mosquito, and Wen Wenyao had to get closer to hear him clearly.

He immediately wanted to cover it with a slap.

Are you sleeping normally?People can't wake up.

But after he raised his hand, he finally put it on his face to test the temperature, and asked softly, "Then why don't you sleep more?"

"I'm afraid you're worried."

"..." When Wen Wenyao heard this, he was really angry and wanted to laugh. He immediately sarcastically said, "Oh, you still know that I will be worried? Do you dare to hide your situation?"

"I scare you once, and you scare me... once, it's...it's okay." Han Yufeng has no strength now, and he has to pause several times when he speaks, and Wen Wenyao listens very hard.