This year, Hong Kong Island encountered a rare cold winter, with overcast clouds and cold air coming in through the windows. After he sat down, he immediately felt a coldness quickly invade his body, making him shiver.
Perhaps it was that night when he and Pei Yuchi drank and talked in the garden on the top of the mountain. After waking up, he sneezed several times. He instinctively thought that he was young and adding an extra layer of clothing would not hurt him.
He quickly adjusted the temperature of the central air conditioner, trying to raise the indoor temperature to the highest level. However, no matter how he adjusted it, the temperature in the office was still uncomfortably low.
He thought of Amy.
"Amy, how can I raise the temperature in my office?"
"Yang Sheng, the air conditioners in Hong Kong Island are like this. They only have a cooling function! Can't you help? I'm sorry to see you! Why don't you wear more clothes next time?"
Yang Haoran suddenly realized that Amy's friendly attitude was only superficial.
His fingers were slow and stiff, and he could hardly type smoothly on the keyboard. He covered his cold hands and tried to bring some warmth to himself through friction, but it had little effect.
He tried to put his hands on the computer's cooling vents, but still couldn't keep warm. There is a heavy pressure on the head. The chill gradually spread to his bones.
Yang Haoran quickly took off his coat and put on his colleague's thick coat. The chill still enveloped his whole body, and his limbs were cold and weak. He steeled himself to face the computer and finish his work first.
He stared at the computer screen, typing on the keyboard, and occasionally flipping through the thick files and notes on his desk. The desk was filled with files, and the whiteboard on the wall was densely filled with plans and charts. His eyes were bloodshot and blurred.
In the dead of night, the only sounds in the huge office area were the tapping of keyboards and the faint hum of the printer.
Yang Haoran was a little tired, rubbed his eyes, and decided to go to the tea room to pour another cup of coffee to refresh himself.
Only a few emergency lights were on in the corridor, and the corridor was blurry in the darkness.
When Yang Haoran passed the corner of the corridor, he suddenly felt a figure flashing past on the left, which startled him.
He quietly walked to the door and looked out through the small window on the door. There were dark offices on both sides of the long corridor. The emergency lights in the corners gave off a faint green light, but there was no Any figure.
He frowned, opened the door and walked out. The corridor was unusually quiet, and he could only hear his own footsteps. He quickly walked to the stairwell and looked up and down, but it was also empty.
He murmured to himself: "Are you hallucinating?"
He took a deep breath, shook his head hard to stay awake, and took another sip of hot food. Coffee, cheer me up a little, and go back to the office to continue working. Locked the door and continued busy.
His eyes fell on the cigarette box on the table, and he originally wanted toHe took out one and smoked it to relieve his fatigue, but the scene of talking to Pei Yuchi immediately appeared in his mind...
His fingers unconsciously stopped for a few seconds, and then he moved his knuckles, as if to dispel the thoughts in his mind. Confused weariness.
No matter what, he decided to start formulating a rectification plan first, staying up late to draw up detailed plans for system upgrades, equipment updates, and technical process optimization. Among them, technical assessment, capital budget, and staffing all made him anxious.
But after drinking this cup of coffee, not only did it fail to dispel my tiredness, but I could no longer open my eyelids. His thinking began to slow down. He lay heavily in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard with his fingertips, and a mess of letters appeared on the screen...
The air around him seemed to become denser, and every breath was extremely difficult. His head became heavier and heavier, and the clothes on his body seemed to have lost their support, falling from his shoulders and falling on the cold floor with a slight sound. Yang Haoran struggled to straighten his body, but all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he just wanted to fall asleep deeply.
Outside the glass door, a figure passed by quietly. He seemed to notice something unusual in the office, stopped and peered through the translucent door glass.
There was still a trace of clarity left in his mind, and he felt something outside the door. But his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he no longer had the strength to turn his head.
The figure seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then quickly disappeared into the dark light and shadow.
At the last moment, his consciousness fell into darkness and his world became completely silent. In the office, the screen of a computer was still on, displaying the chaotic string of letters he entered last time...
...
Early the next morning, Pei Yuchi He Xiya was having breakfast at the dining table. Not long after, Yang Haoran walked in holding his coat and half-opening the zipper of his computer bag.
"Morning." He greeted hoarsely, and walked straight back to his room, his movements appearing weak.
Shia noticed something was wrong and hurried over to knock on his door. No one answered. She pushed the door open and saw him curled up on the bed with his back to the door. He didn't even take off his clothes, just lying like that... …
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Xia called him softly, Yang Haoran nodded weakly, but stopped talking. When he went up and touched him, he saw that his head was sweating profusely and he was found to have a severe fever.
Xia hurriedly came out to tell Pei Yuchi, and the two entered Yang Haoran's room together.
Pei Yuchi judged that he must be sick, so he quickly pulled Xia out of the room and whispered: "Don't go in, keep your distance. Your resistance is weak, and I don't want anything to happen to you." , I'll just take care of it."
Shia wanted to help, but when she saw Pei Yuchi's worried look, she nodded.
"Then help him quickly."
Pei Yuchi gave him a look.He felt his pulse, and saw him opening his eyes, sitting up weakly against the head of the bed, his face pale.
Pei Yuchi said: "You have a fever. You asked me to give you two injections that morning, and you'll be fine."
Yang Haoran's voice was dry: "I usually If you are not sick, maybe you drank that day and caught a cold in the wind outside. I thought it would be better if I drank more water at the company in the past two days. Unexpectedly, I was so groggy last night that I fell asleep on my desk. Today I really can’t stand it anymore..."
At this time, the Filipino maid brought water over as Shia ordered.
Pei Yuchi prepared the silver needle, asked the Filipino maid to get the medicine, and gave Yang Haoran the needle himself.
"Wait a minute, this needle is too long! Doesn't it hurt me to death?" Yang Haoran suddenly grabbed Pei Yuchi's wrist.
"Don't move!" Pei Yu whispered.
"Ah!" Yang Haoran shouted.
"You are willing to die in my hands! Does it hurt?" Pei Yuchi asked jokingly.
"It's not bad." He replied in a muffled voice.
Xiya shouted anxiously outside the door: "Pei Yuchi, don't scare him!"
"Sister, don't come in, I'm not wearing any clothes!" Yang Haoran hurriedly explain.
"Don't worry, he's fine!" Pei Yuchi gestured to Xia.
...
After giving Yang Haoran the injection, Pei Yuchi walked out of the room and saw Xia walking over with a worried look on her face.
"Is it just a cold?" Sia asked with concern.
"Maybe it's because I haven't adapted to the climate since coming to Hong Kong Island, and I haven't had a good rest at work recently, so I'm exhausted."
Pei Yuchi said warmly, "I asked my aunt to catch him. With some Chinese medicine, I should be able to recover after two days of rest."
Shia breathed a sigh of relief, her tone full of admiration: "With you, the almighty Mr. Pei, it's like having a walking treasure chest. , I don’t have to worry about anything.”
He smiled and stroked her hair: “Then how are you going to thank me?”
“You can thank me however you want. !" Siya hugged his neck coquettishly.
"Then the thank you gift I want is..." Pei Yuchi deliberately whetted his appetite.
"Say it quickly!" Shia asked impatiently.
"A kiss." Pei Yuchi smiled and whispered in her ear.
Xia blushed with embarrassment, stood up on her tiptoes and gave Pei Yuchi a quick touch on the cheek. Her shy look made Pei Yuchi very happy...