"Wanwan, do you have anything to do with calling me at this hour?"
Zhou Ting'an's concerned voice came from the mobile phone.
Only then did Qiao Wan realize that he had made a wrong call by mistake.
At this time, her throat was burning and hurting. She picked up the phone and said with difficulty, "Sorry, I accidentally dialed your number while playing with my phone just now."
"Your throat sounds weird. Do you have a cold?" Zhou Ting'an on the other end said in a very calm tone, "Have you taken any medicine?"
"have eaten."
Because she disliked Zhou Shihong, she also had no good impression of Zhou Ting'an. She was ready to hang up the phone, "I feel dizzy and want to take a nap. Let's not talk anymore."
Zhou Ting'an was stunned for a moment, "Don't hold on if you are sick. I will take you to the hospital and arrive at your apartment in about 20 minutes."
Before Qiao Wan could refuse, Zhou Tingan had ended the call.
Although she didn't have much dealings with Zhou Ting'an, she knew that Zhou Ting'an was calm and reserved, a man who meant what he said and what he did.
Since he said he would send her to the hospital, it would be useless even if she refused.
She endured her discomfort, put on the clothes she would wear when going out, and slowly went downstairs.
She deeply resisted the appearance of the opposite sex in her living area, so she waited for Zhou Ting'an in the parking lot where she had to go upstairs.
The whistle of Zhou Ting'an's car rang, and she realized that she had never told Zhou Ting'an the detailed address of her apartment, so it was strange that she could find it.
She greeted Zhou Ting'an and got into the back seat.
Unscrewing half of the car window and letting the chilly wind blow in made her confused head feel better.
Only then did Zhou Tingan realize that her situation was worse than expected.
His cheeks were burning red, his voice was hoarse, every word he said was very laborious, and he looked sickly.
When the car drove into the hospital, Zhou Tinggan still couldn't get rid of the curiosity in his heart, "You rely on your throat to eat, how did you get yourself into this state?"
"..."
Qiao Wan was speechless.
Zhou Ting'an took her to the emergency room. After examination, the doctor said that her vocal cords were congested and inflamed. It was acute laryngitis and she would need intravenous drip for at least three days.
She immediately thought of next week's live broadcast and begged the doctor, "I still have work on Monday. Please prescribe some quick-acting medicine."
"Quick-acting medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause. From now on, talk less, rest more, and take the medicine on time and in the right amount. Your body temperature is still rising. If you continue to use your voice excessively, just wait for it to wear away." The doctor replied with a stern face.
Qiao Wan had no choice but to shut up and wait until the nurse put her in the IV, then she began to think about how to ask Director Liu for leave.
As long as she takes leave, "Financial Morning News" will have to find another anchor to cover Monday to Friday.
Zhou Ting'an was so busy that he went to the pharmacy twice in a row to get medicine, and even found a single ward for her.
The intravenous drip contained medicine to calm the nerves and help sleep, and Qiao Wan fell asleep in just ten minutes.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning when I woke up. The needle on my wrist had long been removed. Zhou Ting'an was talking on the phone on the small balcony.
"Aren't you going to be transferred to the Bureau of Culture and Broadcasting next week? There are still some tasks on hand that haven't been handed over yet. I've been working overtime at the unit..."
Zhou Tingan's words made Qiao Wan a little uneasy.
When Zhou Ting'an ended the call, she politely issued an eviction order, "You go back and do your work. I'll just clean up and leave. By the way, don't tell my mother about me going to the hospital. How much medical expenses did you pay for me?" I'll transfer you immediately."
Zhou Ting'an's expression was slightly dull, but he still maintained his usual decency, "Ever since we were little, you have always been so clearly distinguished from me."
"I don't like to take advantage of others." Qiao Wan lowered her eyes and picked up her phone to wait for the payment. "I'm very grateful that you sacrificed your rest time to send me to the hospital."
"The doctor said that you can just come in every evening for an intravenous drip. Wanwan, come back to Hualan Yipin with me, and let Aunt Zhen make soup for you to take good care of yourself these days." Zhou Ting'an advised.
"My mother is busy playing cards and socializing all day long and has no time to care about me." Her hoarse voice was full of decadence, "I won't cause trouble for her."
Zhou Ting'an was a little disappointed, "Then don't take a taxi. I'll take you back to your apartment."
Qiao Wan did not refuse, simply cleaned up, and left the ward with Zhou Ting'an.
The hospital's elevators are often overcrowded, and they wait for up to five minutes before the elevator doors open.
What Qiao Wan didn't expect was that Song Jinnan was standing in the elevator, surrounded by several men with flattering faces.
They were talking about the project Song invested in the hospital last month.
Song Jinnan's eyes swept across Qiao Wan, as if he were a complete stranger.
Qiao Wan had no desire to say hello, so she turned sideways and missed Song Jinnan who was coming out of the elevator.
Seeing Song Jinnan, Qiao Wan felt a little uneasy. She walked a little hastily and staggered when she passed by Song Jinnan.
"Wanwan, be careful."
Zhou Ting'an, who was standing beside her, hurriedly helped her.
As everyone knows, at the same time, Song Jinnan's right hand also grabbed Qiao Wan's other arm.
The two men's eyes met in the air across Qiao Wan.
Qiao Wan was eager to distinguish herself in front of Song Jinnan, so she looked at Zhou Ting'an and called "Brother".
But he didn't expect that her voice was hoarse and her words were unclear. All Song Jinnan heard was a coquettish whisper.
Zhou Ting'an was a master who would rather embarrass himself than cause trouble to others, so he naturally knew what she was thinking and took the lead to let go and press the elevator's closing button.
Song Jinnan's eyes moved from Zhou Ting'an to Qiao Wan, and he lowered his arms, "We met again, Anchor Qiao."
"Mr. Song, what a coincidence——"
Qiao Wan was not used to the sudden greeting, so she responded in agreement.
But my throat hurt so much that I couldn't speak even after mumbling four words.
In front of everyone, Qiao Wan was embarrassed to interact too much with Song Jinnan even if her voice was fine. She made a goodbye gesture to Song Jinnan and walked into the elevator.
Soon, Zhou Ting'an followed.
The moment the elevator door closed, Qiao Wan glanced at Song Jinnan.
Song Jinnan smiled with thin lips and was chatting with the person beside him, with cynical ridicule in his eyebrows.
Zhou Tingan could see the expressions of the two looking at each other, and glanced at Qiao Wan, "The one just now seems to be Song Jinnan from the Song family."
Qiao Wan said softly "Yeah".
Zhou Tingan could hear her lack of interest and didn't ask any more questions.
On the way, Qiao Wan sent Song Jinnan a WeChat message: Mr. Song, I have acute laryngitis and it is very difficult to speak. I am really sorry that I couldn't say goodbye to you just now.
There is a deliberate display of humility and flattery between the lines.
However, when Zhou Ting'an sent her to her apartment, Song Jinnan didn't respond.
Zhou Ting'an also specifically explained the dosage of internal medicine.
She nodded and thanked her, and before getting out of the car, she asked Zhou Tinggan how much he spent in the hospital.
"If you ask for money again, I'll fall out." No matter how good-tempered Zhou Ting'an was, his face looked sulky at this time.
Qiao Wan covered her lips to silence and waved goodbye to him.
In the evening, there was still no news from Song Jinnan.
She couldn't hold it any longer.
If Song Jinnan just left her out in the cold, all her previous efforts and dedication would be in vain!
She thought for a moment and dialed Song Jinnan's number.
But, to her disappointment, no one answered after calling three times.
