CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36 HOW DID HER HEALTH GET SO BAD

Fu Shihan scoffed indifferently, throwing out the phrase "heartless after hooking up" before entering the bathroom to wash up, as if he was a duck (male prostitute) who had been patronized for a night and heartlessly abandoned.

Su Wanxin’s clothes from yesterday were no longer wearable, and she sat on the bed feeling troubled, considering whether to call Mu Suyu to bring her some clothes or what to do.

The phone by Fu Shihan’s pillow suddenly rang, startling Su Wanxin. She instinctively looked over and then heard Fu Shihan’s voice from the bathroom—

"Answer the phone, it’s probably someone delivering your clothes."

He seemed to be brushing his teeth, and after hesitating for a moment, Su Wanxin picked up the phone and answered. Sure enough, the person on the other end said, "President Fu, I’ve bought the clothes as you commanded, and I’m now outside your house, but nobody is answering the doorbell."

"Thank you, just leave the stuff at the door."

The assistant on the other end: "???"

A woman???

The assistant hadn’t come to grips with it yet when Su Wanxin had already hung up the phone.

But he quickly figured it out, President Fu had him buy women’s clothes, there must be a woman with him. What he didn’t expect was that President Fu would let someone else answer his phone. Everyone knows President Fu is famously germophobic and doesn’t let anyone touch his things.

Su Wanxin put down the phone and slowly stood up from the bed. The aching in her body from the collision suddenly swept through her limbs, the pain almost making her unstable and fall over.

Fu Shihan came out of the bathroom and saw her sweat-beaded forehead from pain, his complexion involuntarily turned a few shades colder.

He went downstairs to get Su Wanxin’s clothes, helped her get dressed, and then took her to the hospital.

Su Wanxin was vehemently against going to the hospital for a check-up, even going so far as to provoke Fu Shihan with the words, "My boyfriend is a doctor, I can call him to pick me up."

As Fu Shihan drove, he gave her a sidelong glance. "Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out you slept with me last night?"

They did indeed sleep together, but it was just sleeping—each on their own side of the bed, nothing happened. But, of course, no one would believe that if told.

"What’s there to fear." Su Wanxin smiled faintly. "He’s used to it by now."

She deliberately smeared her own reputation, and after hearing that, Fu Shihan frowned and said nothing more.

The car quickly arrived at the hospital. Not allowing Su Wanxin to refuse, Fu Shihan took her for a medical examination. As soon as the results came out, he looked as if possessed by the Grim Reaper, his face frighteningly dark.

Holding Su Wanxin’s medical report in one hand and pushing up his glasses with the other, the doctor shook his head repeatedly and sighed.

"How have you managed to wreck your health like this, girl?"

Low blood sugar, low blood pressure, low blood lipids, severe gastric disease. Of all the indicators checked, she didn’t meet a single one. With her physical condition, it’s possible that she could collapse at any moment.

"Shihan, this young friend of yours is so frail, you really need to take good care of yourself when you go back," said the doctor as he put down one of Su Wanxin’s reports and looked at her brain CT scan. "A mild concussion is not too big of a problem as long as you rest well."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, I understand."

Fu Shihan rarely humbled himself before others, and after thanking the elderly doctor, he took Su Wanxin and left the hospital. The entire way Su Wanxin didn’t dare let out a peep, her mind was filled with thoughts on how to explain her battered physical condition.

Should she claim that the hospital’s equipment was broken, or that the doctor’s brain was broken?