Ultimately, he couldn't stop worrying and returned to the master bedroom. The young assistant, seeing Ouyang Hao, said softly, "Mr. Ouyang, the IV fluid has finished infusing."
Ouyang Hao glanced indifferently at the young assistant, whose face resembled a blushing apple and whose eyes held a hint of shyness. He wasn't surprised and waved at her, "You can rest in the guest room tonight and head home tomorrow morning."
"No need, I'll just take a taxi home."
Ouyang Hao didn't insist, "Alright then, be careful on your way."
37
After the young assistant quietly left, the master bedroom instantly fell silent.
Ouyang Hao walked to the bedside and sat down, his gaze falling on Lin Yixun's pale face. He muttered softly, "How did you catch a cold? Aren't you made of steel?"
Seeing that Lin Yixun still showed no signs of life, the man's finely shaped brows furrowed, "With you looking so sickly, how are you going to take care of your mom? Wooden block, you better get well soon."
