The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Hua Yinong said: "You have a fever. I left suddenly a few days ago. I was a little worried, so I planned to come and have a look. As soon as I walked in, I saw you lying on the ground. I have already asked a doctor.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyu's eyes flashed with panic, and he was guilty of not going to see Xia Beiqin, and asked tentatively: "The doctor... didn't say anything."

Hualien glanced at Xia Beiqin in the wheelchair and shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I gave you some drops and prescribed medicine."

Shen Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand hard and grabbed Xia Beiqing's hand. When he touched it, it was cold. Xia Beiqing also retracted his hand like an electric shock, as if resisting his touch.

Shen Zhiyu's hand froze, and he looked at Xia Beiqing for unknown reasons.

Xia Beiqing also realized that he was too radical, and immediately took out the pen and paper, and handed it to Shen Zhiyu to write.

——Mr. Shen, you have to get better soon, I am very worried.

Shen Zhiyu raised a pale smile: "It's just a fever, nothing serious, it will be all right soon."

Xia Beiqing slowly lowered his head, and the atmosphere became inexplicably depressed.

The phone on the bedside suddenly rang. Xia Beiqing glanced at it. The caller ID was He Jiayi. Then, Shen Zhiyu took the phone away. He didn't answer it, but hung up the call in a hurry.

Xia Beiqing stared at Shen Zhiyu's mobile phone and couldn't help but curl his eyebrows, and his hand on the wheelchair was also tightly clenched.

Huayi looked at Shen Zhiyu and Xia Beiqing again, breaking the silence with a dry smile: "It's noon, Bei Qing and I will go out to eat first, and you will rest first."

Shen Zhiyu nodded.

The flowers pushed Xia Beiqin out of the room.

After the door was closed, Shen Zhiyu called back He Jiayi's number.

He Jiayi's anxious voice sounded from the other end: "What's your situation? I made several calls in front of me and you didn't answer it."

Shen Zhiyu couldn't help coughing a few times: "I have a fever and just woke up."

"Fever?!" He Jiayi exclaimed: "I knew it was impossible for you to leave the hospital like this. You will definitely go out. I'll go and find you right away!"

"No! Don't! Come here, Bei Qing will be suspicious!"

"Can't I be a guest in the past?!" He Jiayi was resolute, dropped these words, and hung up.

Half an hour later, He Jiayi rushed to the apartment, still carrying the medical kit in his hand, facing Xia Beiqin and Huayi's suspicious eyes, he casually found a reason.

"I have a patient nearby, so let's take a look at you and Zhiyu. Where is Zhiyu? At home?" He Jiayi pretended to not know anything.

Hua Yi Nong replied: "In the room, I had a fever yesterday."

He Jiayi pretended to be surprised: "Have a fever? I will go and see him."

As he said, he walked towards the room and walked to the door of the room. He turned his head again and looked at Xia Beiqing and the flowers behind him.

"I and Zhiyu have some personal things to talk about. Let me stay alone for a while."

He Jiayi walked into the room alone and closed the door.

Staring at the closed door panel, Xia Beiqin wrote on the paper and handed it to the flowers.

——He and Teacher Shen are in the same group.

Huayi comforted: "Maybe, they have some difficulties."

Xia Beiqing shook his head and dropped his hand holding the paper.

In the room, He Jiayi strode to the side of the bed and looked at the thin Shen Zhiyu on the bed, feeling anxious and angry.

"I tell you not to be discharged from the hospital in a hurry, if you don't listen, you are still the one who suffers now!"