After Trying To Pursue The Cold, Elegant Beauty. I Ended Up Being Flirted With Instead - Chapter 42.1

She made her decision, restarted the engine, and asked in a deep voice, “Where was she taken? I’m coming over now!”

The person gave her the address, and Pei Xiubai floored the gas pedal. The sports car sped out of the underground garage and merged into the night.

Meanwhile, at the Municipal Hospital.

Secretary Sun watched Wen Zhu, who was curled up in a ball on the stretcher, her face contorted in pain, her heart clenching.

The emergency doctor’s preliminary diagnosis was acute gastritis.

Secretary Sun naturally knew how much work Pei Xiubai had assigned Wen Zhu an almost impossible workload.

She was extremely worried and leaned down to say to Wen Zhu: “Secretary Wen, I’ve already called President Pei. She’ll be here soon, just hold on a little longer!”

Wen Zhu was in so much pain that her consciousness was blurry, and cold sweat soaked her forehead. She couldn’t clearly hear what Secretary Sun was saying, only feeling as if there was a knife twisting in her stomach.

Watching Wen Zhu being pushed into the emergency room, Secretary Sun anxiously paced outside.

She held Wen Zhu’s jacket and bag. Suddenly, the phone in the bag started vibrating.

She took out the phone, and a name flashed on the screen:

Li Zhiyun.

Secretary Sun wasn’t sure whether to answer, but she worried Wen Zhu might miss something important. After much hesitation, she swiped to answer.

“Wen Zhu?”

The voice on the other end was pleasant, clear, and warm, like melted snow in early spring.

“Are you free tonight? My sister made some pastries and wanted to send some over to you.”

Secretary Sun realized this must be Wen Zhu’s friend and quickly said, “Is this Miss Li? I’m Wen Zhu’s colleague. She has just been taken to the hospital!”

The receiver was silent for a moment, followed by a muffled thud, as if something had fallen.

Before Secretary Sun could react, she heard that typically composed voice abruptly tighten, tinged with urgency.

“Which hospital?”

As soon as Secretary Sun gave the address, the other party only left a brief “I’ll be there right away,” and the call was hastily disconnected.

Not long after, a tall, unbelievably beautiful woman walked quickly toward them, silhouetted against the hallway light.

Secretary Sun stared at her for a few seconds, sensing something, and tentatively asked, “Are you… Miss Li?”

Li Zhiyun nodded. She had come too quickly, without even putting on a coat, wearing only a thin shirt. Her breathing was still uneven.

“What happened to Wen Zhu?” Li Zhiyun asked, her voice laced with unsuppressed worry. “Why did she suddenly have to go to the hospital?”

Secretary Sun sighed and explained how Wen Zhu had been so busy with work all afternoon that she hadn’t had time to eat, which led to her condition.

To be honest, she felt unfair on Wen Zhu’s behalf and thought President Pei had truly gone too far this time.

She assumed Li Zhiyun was just a regular friend and complained without caution: “Secretary Wen’s stomach has always been delicate. In the past, she’d be like this skipping meals when busy. She was getting better recently, who would have thought…”

Secretary Sun was still rambling, but she failed to notice the area above her.

Upon hearing that Wen Zhu’s stomach issues were caused by being too busy to eat while completing tasks assigned by Pei Xiubai, a deep, cold fury churned in those beautiful eyes.

The red light on the emergency room quickly went out.

The doctor walked out, pulling down their mask, “Acute gastritis. The situation is under control, and the patient is awake. We’ll keep her for observation for two days and administer IV fluids for a few days.”

Hearing this, Secretary Sun’s tight nerves finally relaxed. She leaned against the wall, utterly relieved, letting out a long sigh.

She quickly asked, “Doctor, can we go in and see her now?”

“Yes, you can.”

The two walked into the patient room one after the other.

Wen Zhu was lying on the hospital bed, her face as white as paper, her lips completely colorless.

She was wearing a loose patient gown, making her appear even more frail. A needle was stuck in her wrist, and clear liquid was slowly dripping into her body through the IV tube.

“Wen Zhu! You scared me half to death!” Secretary Sun rushed over, her eyes reddening at the sight of her condition.

Li Zhiyun followed behind, remaining silent.

Her gaze rested on Wen Zhu’s pale lips, then slid down to the collarbone exposed under the patient gown the lines of the bone were sharply prominent.

She didn’t interrupt the two and turned to walk out.

In the room, Wen Zhu comforted Secretary Sun for a bit and listened to her talk about company matters.

“It’s so late. You should go home quickly. You have work tomorrow,” Wen Zhu said, her voice still a little hoarse and weak.

Secretary Sun wanted to stay longer, but when she looked up, she saw the beautiful woman who had just left was back.

She was carrying an insulated bag.

Secretary Sun understood the situation and nodded, “Alright then. Since your friend is here, let her take care of you. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Friend?

Wen Zhu followed her gaze and realized the person standing by the door was Li Zhiyun.

Li Zhiyun’s expression was not good; the coldness in her eyes seemed to have deepened.

After Secretary Sun left, Li Zhiyun walked in without a word, placed the insulated bag on the bedside table, and began taking items out one by one.

A steaming bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge, a portion of Tianma (gastrodia) black chicken soup, and a few light, refreshing side dishes.

Wen Zhu didn’t feel that Li Zhiyun was unhappy about having to rush to the hospital late at night; Li Zhiyun wasn’t that kind of person.

She just watched Li Zhiyun’s actions and spoke in a hoarse voice: “Miss Li, you bought so much, I won’t be able to finish it.”

“Eat as much as you can,” Li Zhiyun’s voice was very soft.

She set up the small tray on the bed, placed the porridge bowl on it, and only after completing all this did she finally look up at Wen Zhu.

Silence permeated the room.

After a long moment, Li Zhiyun spoke again, her voice carrying an indescribable emotion.

“Wen Zhu, you are truly terrible at taking care of yourself.”

Wen Zhu didn’t know what to say, and not wanting the atmosphere to be so heavy,

She forced a smile, pretending to be lighthearted: “I’m just one person, after all, and I don’t have three heads and six arms.”

She then promised: “Don’t worry, this is the last time. I’ll take good care of myself from now on.”

She actually spoke those words without much confidence.

Li Zhiyun didn’t reply, her lips merely pursed, staring at her in silence.

Perhaps it was Wen Zhu’s imagination, but those usually cool and beautiful eyes seemed to hold a hint of an unclear grievance at this moment.

Wen Zhu’s heart suddenly froze.

Earlier today, Pei Xiubai had also shown her grievance.

But she found that her attitude toward the grievances of these two people was completely different.

Pei Xiubai’s grievance made her feel annoyed.

But when Li Zhiyun showed this expression, she inexplicably softened.

For a fleeting moment, she wanted to reach out and pinch the other person’s cheek.

Wen Zhu inwardly cursed herself for being weak.

Yet, she also felt it was justified. When a person who is usually so cold suddenly looks at you with that kind of expression, anyone would melt!

Seeing her hesitation, Li Zhiyun added another line: “My sister wants you to come too. I just called her when I went out. She said if I can’t get you to agree, I shouldn’t bother coming home.”

Thinking of how Sister Zhishu scolds Jiao Jiao, Wen Zhu felt that Sister Zhishu was truly capable of saying that.

She completely ran out of excuses, unable to utter a word of refusal, and could only nod, “Okay.”

Li Zhiyun finally curved her lips, her expression visibly relaxing.

She was about to say something else when a furious commanding voice suddenly came from outside the patient room.

“What do you mean, excessive blood loss? I don’t care what method you use or what price you pay, you must save her! Nothing can happen to Xinxin!”

That voice…

Wen Zhu froze, subconsciously looking toward the hallway outside the room.

Across the corridor, the red light on an emergency room was lit up once again.

Pei Xiubai was standing by the door, her face ashen, anxiously looking at the tightly closed door.

As if sensing something, Pei Xiubai sharply turned her head, her gaze directed straight toward them, meeting Wen Zhu’s eyes from inside the room.

A flicker of guilt crossed her eyes.

But when her gaze fell upon Li Zhiyun standing beside Wen Zhu, that trace of guilt was instantly replaced by cold sternness.

Pei Xiubai clenched her fist.

“Qingqing?”