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However, Wu Rong continued to hide this situation and helped her without suggesting a pause. In fact, even if he had brought it up, Rao Jie would have had no objections. After all, Wu Rong's work was very important and urgent; she couldn't irrationally blame him for being untrustworthy. But Wu Rong said nothing at all.
This time, Wu Rong's fever was more severe than Rao Jie's. Rao Jie had fainted last time due to emotional fluctuations; her fever wasn't serious. However, Wu Rong was completely knocked out by the fever. Staying in the hospital for observation was necessary.
Early the next morning, Rao Jie prepared a nutritious breakfast and headed to the hospital. Upon arriving at the ward, she found Wu Rong awake and being examined by a nurse. Amusingly, it was still that same plump nurse.
The plump nurse still treated Wu Rong coldly, applying a bit more pressure than necessary during the examination, indicating that first impressions were indeed important. Wu Rong also wore a dark expression, fully aware that the nurse was doing it on purpose but could only endure it.
Meanwhile, Ye Ming was already fast asleep on another empty bed, completely unaware that his brother was undergoing torment.
"Professor Wu," Rao Jie greeted as she entered. Facing Wu Rong's handsome yet fierce face, she had to do a lot of mental preparation. After all, she had experienced such a terrifying night; she didn't know how much Wu Rong remembered and what kind of expression she should show him.
Wu Rong turned his head toward the door upon hearing her voice. Seeing Rao Jie, his expression softened slightly as he nodded.
The plump nurse curiously observed the two of them, seemingly guessing their relationship but refraining from gossiping. After finishing her duties and giving a few instructions, she left.
Rao Jie lowered her head, not daring to meet Wu Rong's gaze. She placed down the lunchbox in her hands and set her backpack down from her shoulder.
"Professor Wu, I prepared chicken and egg drop congee for you. Do you think it's okay?" As she arranged the bed frame for Wu Rong, she also positioned the lunchbox.
Wu Rong fiddled with the IV line still attached to him to avoid it getting in the way of his eating. "Thank you. By the way, were you the one who found me fainted last night and called Ye Ming?"
Rao Jie paused in surprise and looked up at him with some suspicion, seeing that Wu Rong appeared completely open about it.
"Professor Wu doesn't remember what happened last night?" Rao Jie asked nervously, her voice slightly hoarse.
Wu Rong frowned and replied, "I asked you to prepare dessert, then felt a bit dizzy and wanted to lie down for a while; after that, I have no recollection."
Rao Jie took a sharp breath as if someone who had been holding their breath while swimming suddenly broke through the surface of the water—feeling refreshed and reborn.
If Wu Rong really remembered anything, she truly didn't know if she could continue staying at his house, as it was too awkward.
"Afterward, I came in and found you had a fever. No matter how much I called you, I couldn't wake you up, so I called Director Ye," Rao Jie calmly lied, steadying her voice.
"Thank you," Wu Rong said, looking up at Rao Jie. A faint smile appeared on her slightly pale face, her expression softening and her aggressiveness completely dissipating.
In that moment, when Wu Rong sincerely expressed her gratitude, she looked truly beautiful. Her features were delicate like a painting, and her enchanting eyes sparkled with starlight, gazing as if filled with deep emotion.
Rao Jie felt her face gradually heat up. "I should have done that." Looking at Wu Rong like this made it seem as if the unexpected kiss from last night was more of an advantage for her.
Wu Rong didn't notice Rao Jie's unusual behavior. She scooped a spoonful of porridge and took a bite, only to spit it out with a "pfft" sound, her entire face scrunching up in clear discomfort from the heat.
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