When the assistant and Dr. Adam arrived, they saw Grayson repeatedly wiping Luo Yiyi's body. The assistant's jaw dropped in astonishment. They had never seen their usually aloof and cold boss be so gentle and focused on any girl before. Over the years, the assistant had been by Grayson's side, knowing he never indulged in romantic affairs, always lost in contemplation in his office late at night, knowing there was a girl in his heart. Today, it seemed he had found that girl.
Dr. Adam quickly regained his composure from the initial shock. Having been the family doctor for the Gray family for many years, he had never seen this tender side of Grayson before.
Dr. Adam swiftly approached the bedside, taking out a thermometer, stethoscope, and performing a series of actions smoothly. The assistant was still in a daze.
Grayson looked coldly at the assistant. "Keep daydreaming, and tomorrow you'll be sent to handle projects in Africa."
The assistant quickly picked up their dropped jaw and silently followed behind Dr. Adam, trying to lower their presence. They truly feared being reassigned to Africa.
Lena's temperature was measured at 39.9 degrees Celsius, indicating a high fever. At this point, Lena's consciousness was blurred. "No, don't leave me... Grayson, I hate you!" Lena was delirious, shouting non-stop. Her arms were waving in the air, and Grayson had to sit by her side, holding her in his arms with both hands tightly gripping her arms, overflowing with tenderness in his eyes.
The assistant, who had been silently avoiding attention, rubbed their eyes forcefully, staring wide-eyed at Grayson. He seemed like a different person, not their usual big boss, as if he was possessed by a deeply affectionate and caring man.
"This young lady was drugged and then exposed to cold. She needs an IV immediately!" Dr. Adam stated urgently.
"Then hurry up with the IV!" Grayson's tone brooked no delay.
At this moment, Grayson was not doing well either. He would rather be the one with the fever than see Luo Yiyi in pain. Even if it meant enduring ten or a hundred times more pain to alleviate her suffering, he wouldn't hesitate. He hated himself for pouring cold water on Lena. He clearly saw that it was intentional on that man's part, saw Lena slap the man, and knew she wasn't there willingly. Yet, he couldn't help but get angry at her, questioning why she lingered in a bar. It wasn't a place she should be. The mixed environment of that place was dangerous, and if he hadn't stumbled upon them tonight, Grayson shuddered at the thought of the consequences.
Unable to contain his emotions, his fists clenched tightly, his fingertips turning white. A gloomy atmosphere surrounded him.
After Dr. Adam administered the IV and gave some brief instructions to Grayson, he left. The assistant also left quietly, not wanting to be an unnecessary presence and risking their life.
The room fell silent, and Grayson looked at Lena with deep affection. Lena furrowed her brows, as if troubled by something in her dream. Grayson instinctively reached out to smooth her brows, but Lena's reaction was explosive, uncomfortable. She mumbled, "Massage my head!"
Grayson sat at the edge of the bed, placing Lena's head on his thigh, and gently massaged her temples on both sides, meticulously working from her eyebrows to the roots of her hair, down to her neck, with an attentive and professional touch, as if he were a skilled masseur.