"Fever 38.5°, also malnourished; she must have been ill for several days, and barely ate anything. Luckily we treated her in time; if the fever continued, it might have damaged her brain!" The young handsome doctor shook his head, took out ointment from the medical box, speaking in an exaggerated tone, "Plus these hands, if they weren't swollen, they should be like a hand model's, slender and delicate. Where did you pick up this oddity?"
"Speak nicely; she is the future Mrs. Lu!" The man extinguished the cigarette in his hand, spoke sternly, his gaze never leaving the bed, faintly worried.
Zhu Yiming was shocked for a few seconds without reacting, holding Ji Niandong's hand, preparing to apply the ointment.
The man took a glance, grabbed the ointment from his hand, showing a bit of disdain and impatience in his expression, "You can leave; I'll apply the ointment myself!"
Zhu Yiming barely had time to say anything as Li Yi led him out.
This... is big news!
Ji Niandong felt a stabbing pain mixed with soothing coolness from her hand, slowly opened her eyes.
The warm yellow light shone on the man's face, highlighting his handsome and defined facial features.
He wore a striped long shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearm, bowing his head, cautiously applying ointment on her, his demeanor exuding maturity and steadiness, appearing gentle and meticulous.
Yet, a layer of fear emerged in her heart.
Ji Niandong instinctively withdrew her hand, sitting up from the bed, her head still a bit dizzy and aching.
"Who are you?" She glanced around, the large room was tidy and clean, its monochrome tones cold and monotonous.
Noticing her wariness, the man stood up from the bedside, maintained a safe distance, his voice gentle, "You fainted on the roadside due to the fever, so I brought you back."
Ji Niandong finally recalled, could still remember his voice saying "little stray cat"?
Her heart pounded nervously, avoided his gaze and lowered her head, discovering her clothes had been changed.
The man sensitively caught her thought, "Rest assured, the clothes were changed by the maid."
"Thank you!" She wanted to quickly get up and leave, but the man pressed her back down.
"I'm not someone who randomly rescues people, let alone bring them home!" His eyes were gentle, tone accommodating.
But, the implication was clear to her.
Ji Niandong glanced sideways and cautiously asked, "Why did you rescue me then?"
"November in Paris, Champs Elysees, Hilton Hotel..." The man's voice was lazy and intoxicating.
Ji Niandong uneasily frowned, interrupting him, "Sorry, sir, I've never been to Paris, I don't know what you're talking about."
The man's eyes briefly flashed with confusion, responded lightly, "Just joking!"
Ji Niandong nodded, "Nonetheless, thank you for saving me tonight; I need to leave first."
She looked at the clothes she was wearing, "I'll wash the clothes and return them clean to you."
She eagerly wanted to leave, from the home of a stranger who inexplicably frightened her.
The man sensed her intent, said no more, stepped aside.
Ji Niandong seized the opportunity to flee quickly, without looking back.
The man watched her figure retreating; his smile gradually faded, instructed Li Yi, who had been waiting outside the door, "Send her home, and her information, have you found it?"
"It's already sent to you!"