Hundreds of billions of presidents dote on his wife and become mad

Chapter 672

After the message was sent, she stuffed the phone back into her trouser pocket.

It was already late at night, everyone was in a dream, and she didn't expect to receive a reply right away.

Zhan Yin woke up "lazily".

When he opened his eyes and saw Haitong, he intentionally looked astonished, as if he couldn't believe that it was Haitong he saw, and raised his hand that was not infused, rubbed his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Am I confused? I'm still delusional. How could I see my family?"

Haitong pulled his hand down, and then twisted it hard on the back of his hand.

"oops!"

"Does it hurt?"

Hai Tong asked him.

Zhan Yinjun had a pitiful expression on his face, "It hurts, it hurts."

"It's okay if it hurts. It's a fact. It's not a dream. I said, if you don't see a doctor, I'll kill you."

Zhan Yin is about to sit up.

"Lie down, I'm already in the hospital, and the fever hasn't completely subsided yet, what are you trying to do."

Haitong held him down, "Lie down for me, how do you feel now?"

"The body temperature has dropped, but the fever has not completely subsided. My throat is uncomfortable. My voice is hoarse. Cough——"

Zhan Yin coughed twice again.

"I also started coughing. Tongtong, you can ask the nurse for a mask to put on. I have a viral cold and it is contagious."

He reached out and rang the bell on the bedside. After the nurse answered, he said to the nurse, "Can you give me two masks?"

"What do you need a mask for?"

the nurse asked instinctively.

Zhan Yin said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't my cold contagious? My wife has come to take care of me. Let my wife wear a mask so as not to infect my wife."

The nurse cut off the call.

Soon, a nurse knocked on the door and came in with two medical masks.

"Thank you."

Haitong thanked her and put on a mask.

Zhan Yin said to her: "After dawn, you go to the pharmacy outside to buy two packs of medical masks and come back. Before I get better, you have to wear a mask when you approach me. I don't want you to be sick again before I get better. "

"Okay. Is this bowl of porridge for you?"

Haitong saw the bowl of white porridge packed back, and she reached out to touch the side of the bowl, it was still warm.

"It's mine. President Dong packed it for me. I fell asleep just now and haven't eaten yet."

"Do you want to eat now?"

Zhan Yin raised his right hand and said helplessly, "I'm infusing medicine with my right hand, and my left hand is not very convenient."

Hai Tong helped him sit up, then took the bowl of porridge, and said, "I've seen you use chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, it's very natural, if you want me to feed you porridge, just say so."

Zhan Yin's black eyes flickered, "Do I have it? I don't remember, I just feel inconvenient now, Tongtong, if you feed me, I will think this bowl of porridge is more delicious than delicacies from mountains and seas."

"If you feel unwell in the future, you should see a doctor immediately. Work is very important. Is your health important? You are only working for your boss, and the company is not yours. Do you need to work hard for him?"

Haitong was feeding him porridge, while thinking about it.