He knew he was sick, but not to the point of having hallucinations, or seeing people he shouldn't.
That was his confidence in himself.
"Why are you here?"
Hearing his not-so-friendly tone, afraid that she might get the blame eventually, the maid explained, "Sir, Miss Qianxun asked Doctor Wen to come. Dr. Shao is not here."
"Alright, you can go now."
Qianxun? Wen Qianxi was a bit confused, was she referring to… Eleven? But why would Eleven be Qianxun?
"Eleven told me you had a fever and asked me to come and check on you."
His gaze fell on the syringe in her hand, saying indifferently: "I don't take injections."
"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. Right now, you're just a patient to me. I'm doing what a doctor should do. Don't overthink, I certainly won't."
"No," he refused, "Any other doctor is fine, but not you."
"..." A hint of desolation flashed in Wen Qianxi's eyes. "Do you hate me that much?"
