The thermometer showed that Gu Weiwei had a fever.
Fu Hanzheng fed her a spoonful of warm water and urged He Chi to come up with a way to alleviate the fever.
He Chi complained annoyedly as he flipped over the medicines on the table.
"It is just a small cold and she needs to rest for a couple of days so she can heal. What am I supposed to do here?"
Honestly, he was a surgeon who used a blade on the operation, not a surgeon who worked on small colds.
"You will be responsible for the problem, if she still has a fever in three hours time." Fu Hanzheng said.
He Chi paced back and forth in the room, annoyed. "My dearest boss, I made preparations for four years for the prize of this essay and I am dressed in a very expensive suit just to get the award! But now I am dragged here to examine your girlfriend who is having a tiny, tiny cold, aren't you feeling a bit guilty, honestly?"
Having said the words, he sighed speechlessly.
