CHAPTER 1539: CHAPTER 1540: I HATE GETTING SHOTS

At this moment, Wu Qiyi gently presses her red lips, wanting to speak but hesitating; you feel troubled inside, unable to express yourself. Both of you are burdened with thoughts but dare not speak.

"Qiyi, I love you!!!"

A heart-wrenching voice comes from outside the window!

And it’s precisely this abrupt voice that brings you back to reality. You quickly stand up, walk to the window, and notice the foolish bunch downstairs still hasn’t left.

"Sis, where did these fools come from?"

Wu Qiyi sighs inwardly, reluctantly sitting on the sofa: "Isn’t that the rich kid who sent me flowers last time?"

"Oh geez, this fool is still pestering you?"

You turn your head to find Wu Qiyi looking somewhat dejected, sitting on the sofa with a slightly pale complexion.

"Sis, what’s wrong? You don’t look well." You walk over and sit beside Wu Qiyi.

Gently shaking her head: "It’s nothing, just a bit of a cold."

"A cold?" You pause, then hurriedly place your hand on Wu Qiyi’s forehead. After a few seconds, you lift her eyelids and finally check her pulse, "Sis, your heart is racing, you must have a fever."

"I’m fine, just need some rest."

"When has resting ever helped you recover from a fever?" You become very assertive, "When I was eleven, mom and dad went on a trip, and you initially said it was nothing, but then you got a high fever of forty degrees. If I hadn’t insisted on carrying you to the community clinic, your brain would have fried!"

"That was when I was young with low resistance. I’m really okay, I already took cold medicine just now."

Even though it’s been six years since you last met, you know Wu Qiyi too well. Though others admire her as a "genius" and "elite," she has a crucial flaw: her extremely poor ability to sense her condition, or in simpler terms, she’s oblivious to medications.

However, Wu Qiyi doesn’t have this trait; she’s known for her sharpness. Thus, in this Reincarnation World, Wu Qiyi’s identity shifts significantly towards Wei Yingyue.

Generally, Wu Qiyi has a strong constitution and rarely gets sick. But precisely because of this, when she does fall ill, her true condition becomes apparent. Wu Qiyi can’t distinguish her cold symptoms at all, and even in front of a doctor, she can’t describe her symptoms clearly, forcing doctors to diagnose independently. The so-called "consultation" in traditional medicine doesn’t help at all, and she often worsens her condition.

Take, for example, the time Wu Qiyi had a fever at night. Your father and mother took her to the hospital. When the doctor asked about her symptoms, she said she had a cold. The doctor on night duty was new and inexperienced, and only gave her antipyretic shots, which had no effect after two injections.

Later, your mother mentioned that Wu Qiyi had gone to the restroom twice, leading to the diagnosis of acute gastroenteritis.

Having gastroenteritis without getting antibiotic shots while receiving antipyretic shots is completely useless!

Just like now, Wu Qiyi says she has a cold, but you absolutely don’t believe her. You ask, "Sis, don’t tell me you have acute gastroenteritis again?"

Wu Qiyi forces a smile: "You brat, why bring up old stories at a time like this?"

"You know, one who can’t even distinguish between gastroenteritis and a cold must be you." You roll your eyes slightly.

"Don’t worry, I don’t have stomach issues. I probably caught a cold yesterday while inspecting with CEO Cen."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow and continue to ask, "You said you took medicine, what did you take?"

"Since it’s a cold, of course, I took cold medicine."

"Which cold medicine?"

"Whatever." Wu Qiyi slightly pouts her sexy lips, showing you a spoiled demeanor that outsiders are completely unaware of, "Your sis may be grown-up now, but not being able to figure out something as simple would be embarrassing."

"You’d better take some antibiotics, you have a sensitive gut, and it often leads to gastroenteritis when the weather changes." Saying this, you stand up and ask, "Where’s the medicine box?"

"Here, the leftmost drawer of the TV cabinet." Though she seems indifferent, Wu Qiyi deeply appreciates your concern within. Her exquisite visage shows a smile that makes countless men breathless.

Opening the left drawer of the TV cabinet, you take out a small soft bag with floral designs. Unzipping it, you pull out a few items, all basic medicines.

You arrange the medicines: a box of Sanjiu Cold Medicine, two boxes of Fire Clearing Zhi Zi Oatmeal, a small bottle of Vitamin C Pills, a blister pack of Quick-Acting Cold Capsule, and finally a small box about half a pinky in size, which you didn’t examine but certainly isn’t an antibiotic.

"Sis, why is there no antibiotics?"

Perhaps due to warm air or her internal heat, Wu Qiyi’s exquisite cheeks have flushed into a beautiful red, exceedingly stunning.

"Sis, what’s happening?"

You observe Wu Qiyi’s eyes are misty and she’s lethargic. You rush over, reach for Wu Qiyi’s forehead.

It’s burning hot!

"I’m... fine."

You’re dumbfounded, sighing gently: "My dear sister, your fever is so severe, you must go to the nearby medical room immediately!"

With that, you help Wu Qiyi up, but she shakes her head vigorously: "I can’t go downstairs, those people are too annoying, they’ll cause a scene again."

As Wu Qiyi speaks, the foolish bunch downstairs starts shouting again,

"Dang! Are these wretched bastards getting addicted to being reckless?"

Then you quickly enter Wu Qiyi’s bathroom, easily finding a plastic basin on the shelf. Filling it full of water, you head to the window, don’t act immediately but first go to the kitchen to get chili sauce, soy sauce, and vinegar, pouring them all into the big basin. Only then you aim properly and splash it at the dozen fools below!

The seasoned water sprayed from the twelfth floor accurately pours over the group below, extinguishing the love candles while making the fools on the lawn howl.

You ignore these people further. But upon entering the living room, Wu Qiyi is already delirious from her fever.

"Sis!" You stride forward, scoop up Wu Qiyi’s waist, holding her fiery body that ignites the passions of countless men, looking worried, "Sis, you can’t continue burning like this, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately!"

"I won’t go, I won’t, hate injections..."

You suddenly remember Wu Qiyi doesn’t like injections, even an IV drip.