Chapter 59: Ms. An's Legal Husband

The hospital they went to was the same one where An Ling had stayed last time.

Holding Shen Linyan's hand, An Ling first went to register for a consultation. A nurse took Shen Linyan's temperature.

It was a good thing they checked, because his temperature was a staggering forty degrees Celsius.

Hearing the doctor announce this number, An Ling's brow twitched. Forty degrees?

What was this man doing? Did he really not feel unwell after a whole day? And he had even foolishly gone out to eat with her.

The doctor put away the thermometer. He is also a bit dehydrated. He might have been experiencing some emotional fluctuations recently. Take this slip and follow the nurse to get an IV drip later, and you'll need to take some medicine back home.

Okay, An Ling nodded hastily.

After giving these instructions, the doctor suddenly took another look at her.

He lowered his head to write on the medical record, his tone casual.

How have you been recently, Miss An?

?

An Ling's expression froze in bewilderment. Me?

Did this doctor know her?

The doctor handed over the medical record. Miss An, you should also drink less. You came here several times before complaining of severe headaches, but every examination showed no problems. Then, last time, you fainted after drinking. We guessed you probably drank too much, but you never came when we called you in for a follow-up.

An Ling: ...

Wasn't that the system's tactic to attract Lu Jingshen?

How could it be the same doctor?

A very faint chuckle came from the side.

She turned to look at the man on the chair, her face flushing red. You're still laughing at me! You didn't even know you had a fever! What if the fever makes you stupid!

She was starting to suspect if the plot was doing this on purpose. Realizing that Lu Jingshen wasn't as formidable as Shen Linyan, it was using underhanded methods to make Shen Linyan stupid.

The man sat obediently on the chair with a cooling patch stuck to his forehead, his eyes curving into a smile. I'm sorry.

I don't forgive you!

An Ling took the medical record, pulled Shen Linyan up by his hand, and muttered softly, Forget it, forget it, I won't argue with a patient. I'll forgive you after your IV drip is done, understand?

The man let her lead him out, answering with a smile, Understood.

Watching their retreating figures, the young nurse nearby quietly leaned in.

Dr. Liang, do you feel that this Madam Shen is a bit different from before?

Liang Chen took off his glasses, smiling as he looked down and organized the medical records. Her temper got better?

He picked up the phone next to him, unable to stop himself from clicking his tongue inwardly.

Gu Xiaochi and Wang Yihong really should have come to see how a certain someone looked just now. He was too good at pretending.

He didn't believe for a second that the man felt nothing with a forty-degree fever. He was definitely just dragging it out on purpose.

The young nurse didn't notice her doctor's meaningful expression. Recalling her encounter with the woman when she opened the door last time, she said, She really is. Could it be because of love? Is the man next to her Second Young Master Shen?

After all, every time she came over, this Madam Shen would call Second Young Master Shen.

Liang Chen raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud.

Of course not. That is the eldest young master of the Shen family, Miss An's legal husband.

Of course, he wasn't anymore.

When the nurse inserted the IV needle for Shen Linyan, An Ling watched from the side.

She glanced at the several bottles nearby. Does he have to finish all of these? About how long will it take?

Yes. The nurse thought for a moment. About five hours.

An Ling checked the time. It was seven o'clock now; five hours would take them to midnight.

Shen Linyan looked at her. Before he could speak, the nurse's voice rang out first.

Alright, don't move around. Call me to change the bottle when your husband finishes this one.

Hearing this, both of them were stunned.

An Ling's eyes flickered. She pursed her lips and turned her head away without saying a word.

Right at that moment, her phone chimed. She looked down at it.

Secretary Chen has arrived at the hospital. He brought some things over.

Shen Linyan stared at her. Sitting in the chair, he lowered his head and smiled gently, saying, Okay, you should head back first. I'm sorry to have troubled you tonight. Secretary Chen can take over from here.

An Ling pondered for a moment before silently nodding. It's okay, it's no trouble. Take care of yourself.

Just as she turned to leave, the man's soft and slow voice sounded behind her.

Can I treat you to dinner again next time?

She paused her steps. A few seconds later, she turned her head, blinked, and smiled. Of course you can. Once you recover, I can come anytime.

Shen Linyan's eyes curved as he nodded. Okay.

When she reached the hospital entrance, Secretary Chen was holding a bag containing a blanket and some food.

Miss An.

Seeing An Ling come out, his first instinct was to hand the bag over to her. The next second, hearing An Ling's words, he instantly stopped his movement.

Please take these up to him. I'm leaving.

Secretary Chen's eyes widened, unable to process it for a moment. He instinctively wanted to say, Aren't you staying?

The words reached his lips, but he silently swallowed them back and nodded. Understood, Miss An. Be careful on your way back.

Mhm. Remember to call the nurse to change the bottle when the IV finishes.

An Ling thought about it; there shouldn't be anything else.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the lunchbox in his hand, and she frowned.

You only bought plain congee? You should have gotten some protein or something, right?

He hadn't eaten anything all evening; this was way too plain.

Why was Secretary Chen so unprofessional?

Thinking this, An Ling's eyes filled with suspicion.

Being stared at by her, a cold sweat broke out on Secretary Chen's back. He gave an awkward smile. You're right, it was my oversight.

Miss An looked so worried, so why didn't she just stay?

Alright.

An Ling waved her hand and stepped aside. Hurry up and go in. The infusion room is on the second floor.

Secretary Chen was just about to lift his leg when the woman's slightly frustrated and irresistible complaints rang in his ears again. Hey... Secretary Chen, as his personal secretary, your boss had a fever all day and you didn't notice? Isn't there a lifestyle assistant secretary? Where are they?

...

Secretary Chen stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at her, and sighed helplessly a few seconds later.

Miss An, to tell you the truth, for Chairman Shen, a secretary's only use is for work reports and schedule arrangements. He doesn't like others interfering in his personal space. Just like when Zhou Wen was Chairman Shen's lifestyle assistant, her job was actually very simple—just making coffee.

Even if I noticed and pointed it out, Chairman Shen would just say it doesn't matter. This has happened before, and Chairman Shen just took some medicine himself and got over it.

If Miss An hadn't sent him a message, he wouldn't even have come to the hospital tonight.

Hearing this, An Ling stood frozen in place, speechless.

A moment later, her eyes curved as she nodded gently. Okay, go on inside.

Seeing Secretary Chen go inside, the woman's smile vanished instantly, and she silently curled her lips.

She turned around, pulled her phone out of her bag, and muttered quietly, You still have to say something. How is a boss supposed to pay salaries if his fever makes him stupid?

Secretary Chen was unreliable; she needed to find someone who was.

[Auntie Cheng, Shen Linyan has a fever. Could you make the dinners a bit lighter for the next few nights?]

Before she could tuck her phone back into her bag, a reply came through.

Auntie Cheng: [Um... Miss An, actually, the night you left, sir told me I didn't need to cook anymore.]

An Ling's movements paused. She stood in place for several minutes before typing: [Not cooking at all??]

Then what did Shen Linyan eat? He couldn't possibly have social engagements every night, right? Was he cooking for himself?

Auntie Cheng sent a reply: [Yes, sir actually doesn't have the habit of eating dinner.]

... So in the past, he was just eating to keep her company?

An Ling pursed her lips lightly, staring at the screen for a long moment before slowly tucking her phone back into her bag and slipping her hands into her pockets.

She turned her head, casting a glance toward the second floor of the hospital.

Her soft hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze, and the bright streetlights reflected in her almond eyes. It was impossible to tell what was going on behind that pretty face.

A moment later, she raised a hand to fix her hair and muttered softly, "No wonder he got sick."

Skipping meals while working around the clock, not to mention eating dinner without a jacket last night and rolling up his sleeves. It would be a miracle if he didn't catch a cold.

Just as she was about to look away, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the hospital entrance out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze paused, and she strode over, her face completely expressionless.

Secretary Chen was just heading toward the parking lot when a woman's flat, emotionless voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Wow, what a coincidence, Secretary Chen. Are you leaving already?"

Secretary Chen: "..."