We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Chapter 22

Song Mingke accepted this burden abruptly, wearing the stars and wearing the moon every day, leaving early and returning late.

It rained and the temperature dropped again. Song Mingke felt that the cold was like coming from the ice in winter.Maybe it was because of too much pressure and fatigue for many consecutive days, and he didn't eat well, Song Mingke tossed himself and caught a cold.

When I wake up in the morning, my throat hurts, and I can't speak.Chu Yi wanted to take him to see a doctor, but Song Mingke was in a hurry to go to work in the company, so he hurriedly found two anti-inflammatory medicines from the medicine cabinet at home and swallowed them.

When Song Mingke entered the company, she was wearing a mask, but her eyes were as red as a rabbit.Seeing him like this, a colleague asked, "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

Song Mingke was speechless and just nodded.

"Be careful when you have a cold."

Song Mingke nodded again, walked to her seat and sat down.

Nasal congestion, runny nose, watery eyes, tinnitus and headache.The cold came on violently, probably a viral flu.Song Mingke braced himself to make a plan.The little junior brother leaned beside him and kindly helped him get two cups of hot water.Song Mingke couldn't speak, so he could only express his thanks to his junior brother with his voice.

The junior brother waved his hand, "Brother Song, you are working so hard on the plan, but you must also pay attention to your body."

"Yeah, got it, thank you." Song Mingke said softly.

Chu Yi called Song Mingke during the lunch break. Song Mingke's voice was hoarse. Chu Yi said that he would take Song Mingke to the hospital in the afternoon.

The weather is too cold, and the company's air conditioner has been turned on for half a month.Very dry despite having a humidifier.Song Mingke coughed twice, always feeling that the mask was covering him so much that he couldn't breathe, so he gently tore off the mask and stood in front of the window to ventilate.

"Ming Ke."

Song Mingke turned around, "Manager Peng."

"Have a cold?"

Song Mingke put on the mask, "Well, I haven't noticed it these two days."

"You have to pay more attention to your body." Peng Huai looked at him and said, then looked him up and down, "Why is your face so red? You don't have a fever, do you?"

Song Mingke was stunned for a moment, "No..."

"Hey, there is a medicine box in the tea room, go and take the temperature." Peng Huai waved his hands conflictingly, signaling him to hurry over.

Song Mingke nodded, "Thank you, Manager Peng."

There was a medicine box in the cupboard in the tea room. Song Mingke opened it and saw the electronic temperature measuring gun inside."Shooting a shot" at her own forehead, Song Mingke looked at the 38 degrees Celsius above, and measured it again with some uncertainty.

The temperature didn't change a bit, he just had a fever.Putting down the temperature measuring gun, he wanted to look in the medicine box for antipyretics. He couldn't leave early during working hours, so he would go get an injection after get off work.

At this time, Peng Huai came in with a cup.Seeing Song Mingke find out two antipyretics, he reached out to stop him.

"Have a fever? How many degrees?"

"Not much... nothing..."

"how many degree?"

"38°C."

Manager Peng nodded, "Let's count it as a day of sick leave for you. You go to the hospital to see."

"It's okay, I'll go after get off work." Song Mingke shook his head, "The plan hasn't been completed yet."

"Isn't there still your colleague? And because you are sick and not clear about what you did wrong, won't it bring more losses? If you are told to go, go." Peng Huai said.

Song Mingke nodded, "Understood, thank you Manager Peng."

Peng Huai: "It just so happens that I'm going out to meet a client, so I'll take you there by the way."

"No, no, no, it's too much trouble for Manager Peng." Song Mingke was a little embarrassed.

"I'll take you to the gate of the Third Hospital. It's not too much trouble for you to go to the hospital by yourself. My assistants are waiting downstairs."

Song Mingke could only thank you, "Thank you."

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