The Temptation of CEO's Pregnant Ex-Wife
Chapter 49: Using the Wrong Medicine During Treatment

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Using the Wrong Medicine During Treatment

Zhou Lin stopped at the door, watching that kind of smile, with a mixture of complex emotions in his chest.

A week ago, they had almost broken up, his heart filled with hatred, but now...

Secretary Zhang watched with fear and trepidation and cautiously asked, "Should I go in and ask about the Young Madam’s condition?"

Zhou Lin looked away, his voice as cold as ever, "Go to the company."

There was no sign of any emotional fluctuation.

Zhou Lin had been working overtime at the company for over a week, and despite Secretary Zhang’s attempts to persuade him otherwise, only a phone call from Lin Yu, who personally came to the office to fetch him, managed to drag Zhou Lin out and send him back to Sparkling Sky City.

It was only during breakfast that Cheng Zhiwei learned about Zhou Lin’s arrival late at night. Lin Yu had called to say that Zhou Lin had a bit of a fever and asked her to help look after him while she and Zhou Chenyuan had to go abroad for some matters.

Considering that Wang Mei was also at home, Cheng Zhiwei agreed.

Soon after, she received a call from Wang Mei, saying she had to take a few days off due to family matters, meticulously explaining that the fridge was stocked with cleaned ingredients, giving the impression of a long-premeditated plan.

Cheng Zhiwei could guess that it was probably Lin Yu’s idea, hoping to use Zhou Lin’s feelings of guilt to foster some affection between them.

But some feelings simply can’t be cultivated.

Moreover, Zhou Lin wouldn’t feel guilty towards her; any wrongs she suffered were seen as her own fault.

As she was pondering whether to move out for a few days, Lin Yu called, "Zhiwei, I just called Ah Lin, and he seems to be feeling very unwell. Could you help me check on him?"

Her tone was gentle, as if to discuss.

Cheng Zhiwei hesitated, and Lin Yu sighed, "His dad and I are abroad right now and can’t rush back. He’s stubborn by nature, and I’m worried something might happen to him. Please, Zhiwei, I’m really concerned."

Cheng Zhiwei no longer had a reason to refuse, especially since Lin Yu truly was an excellent and faultless mother-in-law.

When she went up to Zhou Lin’s room, Cheng Zhiwei knocked but no one answered. She tried the doorknob, found the door unlocked, and went straight in.

The outdoor light was bright, but the room was dim due to the tightly closed curtains. Cheng Zhiwei pressed the light switch, but the light did not come on.

It must be broken, Cheng Zhiwei thought, considering Zhou Lin’s limited returns home and the cleaning lady not needing to sweep at night, it was possible the issue went unnoticed.

With these jumbled thoughts in her head, she opened the curtains.

The sunlight was dazzling and intense.

Cheng Zhiwei turned her head and saw Zhou Lin wrapped up on the bed like a zongzi, the room’s air conditioning set to 26 degrees, yet Zhou Lin was dressed as if enduring winter, with two blankets pressed on top of him, tightly wrapped.

"Who’s there?" A muffled and nasally voice emerged from under the blankets, sounding very impatient.

Cheng Zhiwei, with her arms folded and voice still husky from sickness, cold and detached, replied, "What’s wrong with you?"

There was no response from beneath the blankets for a long time.

Cheng Zhiwei wasn’t keen on staying in the same room with Zhou Lin, breathing the same air, and asked impatiently again, "Mom said you’re not feeling well, she asked me to check on you."

Making it clear that it wasn’t her own desire to do so.

"I won’t die," Zhou Lin replied, his tone not very nice, carrying a weakness.

Cheng Zhiwei stared at the bed’s blankets, silent.

This time, it was Cheng Zhiwei who was silent. Unable to bear it anymore, Zhou Lin lifted the blanket to peek out, meeting Cheng Zhiwei’s indifferent gaze.

His messy hair and cold, handsome features showed a hint of impatience. Seeing Cheng Zhiwei, he only glanced at her and then turned his face away, coldly spitting out two words, "Get out."

Cheng Zhiwei turned and left, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Once she was gone, the room fell silent, but Zhou Lin’s heart felt as if it were on fire, tossing and turning uncomfortably.

She left just because he told her to; why hadn’t she been so obedient before?

Couldn’t she see that he had a fever?

But then again, their relationship was colder than the bitterest winter day; her indifference was the most natural response.

Yet...something inside him wouldn’t settle, and restlessness crept in.

The blanket suddenly felt heavy on the bed, and his body temperature kept rising.

Downstairs, Cheng Zhiwei picked up her phone and called Zhang Yuanheng. She had certainly noticed the abnormal redness on Zhou Lin’s face and the two quilts.

All signs that Zhou Lin had a fever.

With their relationship as estranged as it was, she could have completely ignored it. Unfortunately for her, she was, at heart, a kind person and couldn’t bring herself to be totally indifferent.

But making this call was all she could do.

Zhang Yuanheng arrived quickly and, after examining him, confirmed that Zhou Lin’s fever was caused by consecutive days of exhaustion coupled with catching cold. He left several days’ worth of medicine.

He told Cheng Zhiwei downstairs to pay attention to some details. Zhou Lin had been famously ’difficult with medicine’ since he was young; taking medicine was as bad as a death sentence for him. He’d avoid it at all costs if he could bear the illness. But now, his fever had spiked to thirty-nine degrees, and he absolutely needed to take his medicine, or else he risked complications.

Cheng Zhiwei listened expressionlessly, not really paying attention.

What did it have to do with her?

"Oh, and this medicine," Zhang Yuanheng said, taking out a small brown bottle and handing it to Cheng Zhiwei, "Young Madam had undergone a check-up at my clinic. After the results came out, I noticed that during the treatment, the wrong medicine seemed to have been administered to your throat, making the condition even worse. When Young President Zhou found out, he asked me to prepare this medicine for you. Take it three times a day, one pill each time, and your voice should return to normal in half a month. However, it still needs another month of rest before it can be used."

Cheng Zhiwei’s pupils shook as she looked at the small bottle of medicine in Zhang Yuanheng’s palm. She moved her lips before she could produce a complete voice, "What do you mean by that?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke hoarsely.

Zhang Yuanheng put it more straightforwardly, "Let me put it this way: if your throat had received the appropriate treatment from the start, it would have taken only half a month to heal. But the wrong medication during treatment has caused your condition to fluctuate. You can probably feel it yourself, right?"

As if struck by a bolt out of the blue, Cheng Zhiwei disbelievingly retorted, "Impossible."

Her throat had been treated by Meng Qiancheng. If what Zhang Yuanheng was saying was true, did that mean Meng Qiancheng had deliberately withheld proper treatment from her throat?

Or worse, had Meng Qiancheng used the wrong medication, prolonging the recovery of her throat?

Or could it be that Meng Qiancheng’s medical skills were poor, and he had made a mistake with the medication?

But that was Meng Qiancheng, the brother she had called for many years; he couldn’t possibly do something like that.

Then again, though Zhang Yuanheng was nominally the Zhou Family’s personal physician, in reality, he was the heir to a family with a long history in traditional Chinese medicine. Due to the marginalization of traditional medicine within the medical community and opportunistic suppression by peers, his family had gradually fallen. However, his own medical skills were quite formidable.

Moreover, because of his social anxiety and sensitive nature, he usually stayed in the hospital’s Chinese medicine pharmacy, occasionally visiting the Zhou Family when summoned by Lin Yu, as she had helped him during his most difficult times.

Cheng Zhiwei knew many things about Zhang Yuanheng from Lin Yu and knew that he wasn’t one to lie.

But she couldn’t accept this reality.