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In the middle of the night, Zhang Moyan was awakened by the heat, and An Yuan in his arms was like a furnace.
Zhang Moyan turned on the bedroom light, and An Yuan's cheeks were already burning red. He placed his big hand on An Yuan's forehead, wishing he could slap himself a few times!
The emotional atmosphere in the kitchen made Zhang Moyan forget that An Yuan was an omega, and his body was not as strong as an alpha's, able to withstand the cold even when naked in the harsh winter.
After calling the family doctor, Zhang Moyan immediately found some alcohol to help lower An Yuan's temperature.
The family doctor arrived quickly and, under the leadership of Zhang Moyan, immediately examined An Yuan in the bedroom. "Mr. Zhang, don't worry. The fever is simply due to catching a chill and not getting enough rest. However, considering Omega's constitution, we can't use medication casually, so I'll have to trouble Mr. Zhang to take care of the patient and use physical methods to lower the temperature, as well as make sure he drinks plenty of water."
The family doctor is a male beta, wearing glasses, and gives a very gentle impression.
"It's not that troublesome, but ultimately it's because I didn't take good care of him. Let's not talk about this. I really troubled you today." Zhang Moyan took out a check from the inside of his coat and filled it out quickly, handing it to the family doctor.
"Then I wish you and the patient good health." The family doctor took the check, left a few bottles of alcohol on the table, and then opened the door and left.
Zhang Moyan placed a stool in front of An Yuan and continuously wiped An Yuan's body with alcohol. It wasn't until daybreak that An Yuan's fever gradually subsided.
"How do you feel?" When An Yuan opened his eyes, Zhang Moyan immediately put down the documents in his hand.
An Yuan Zhang opened his mouth, but the dryness in his throat prevented him from making a sound. Zhang Moyan immediately brought warm water with honey to feed An Yuan.
The weakness in his entire body and the dizziness in his head made An Yuan realize what was happening to him.
"You didn't go to the company yesterday. You should go take a look today." An Yuan's voice was a bit hoarse, but it was irresistibly low and deep.
Busy Zhang Moyan stopped for a moment.
"The company has Secretary Wang and other directors. It won't collapse even if they don't pay attention for a year. But you only have me. I can't rest assured for a minute without looking after you. So, can you bear to let me worry about you all the time while I have to work at the company after taking care of you all night?"
Faced with the tender attack, An Yuan was suddenly speechless.
Zhang Moyan brought in the well-cooked millet porridge and fresh vegetables, placing them by the bed.
"I'll serve myself," An Yuan served himself a bowl.
Zhang Moyan set up a small table on the bed, placed fresh vegetables on top, and used chopsticks to pick up food for An Yuan, a spoon of porridge and a bite of vegetables.
"I thought that by eating like this, it would make you feel more at ease."
An Yuan fell silent for a while, and Zhang Moyan was still holding the chopsticks, somewhat dazed. When did the usually reticent An Yuan start saying such shocking things?
An Yuan gave Zhang Moyan a strange look, then reached for the spoon and dipped it into the dish.
After being in a daze, Zhang Moyan smiled, very happy.
Not only because An Yuan started to consider his feelings, but also because of An Yuan's change. At least when he couldn't take care of himself, An Yuan could take better care of himself.
A meal took over an hour to finish, until Zhang Moyan's phone rang, allowing An Yuan to escape the fate of being force-fed. "You go ahead and eat," Zhang Moyan said, taking the phone to the balcony.
An Yuan took the opportunity to get out of bed and removed the millet porridge and vegetables. After a night of fever, expelling waste, An Yuan felt much more relaxed, and even the feet on the carpet felt light.
After putting the clean dishes back in the cupboard, Zhang Moyan came into the kitchen.
"Why aren't you resting in bed?"
"I've slept for so long, I want to get out of bed and walk around." An Yuan observed Zhang Moyan's expression, "If there's anything going on at the company, you should go take care of it. Don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself at home."
Zhang Moyan kissed An Yuan's cheek, "Rest well. I've called Secretary Wang to come take care of you. I'll come back as soon as I've handled everything."
"Okay."
An Yuan stood on the balcony, watching Zhang Moyan go to the garage to get the car.
The phone at home rang, and An Yuan immediately went to answer it, "Did you forget something? Do you want me to bring it to you?"
"An Yuan, it's Yiyang."
Zhang Moyan Driving out of the garage, she looked up at her own balcony, but the familiar figure was nowhere to be seen. The smile on her face dimmed instantly.
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