Chapter 427: Is It Contagious?

Ke Zhongying, while supporting Jiang Lai who was leaning on her shoulder, called someone to come help, and also called Chi Ce and Mo Yi, telling both to go to Nanshan Villa Number One first.

The Ke Clan is closest to Nanshan Villa.

Living at home is more comfortable than staying in a hospital; for a feverish condition, Chi Ce alone is enough.

Ke Zhongyu took Assistant Zhou and Secretary Guan away, leaving Secretary Cen at the company; Secretary Cen, after receiving the miss's call, hurried over, saw the situation, immediately took off her high heels, went barefoot and helped Jiang Lai into the car, then sat in the driver's seat.

Ke Zhongying squeezed into the back seat, looked at the person who had already fainted, her eyes quickly reddened, reached out and rested the girl's head on her shoulder, and the heat on her body surged over.

"Jiang Lai sister, you aren't burning yourself up, are you?"

Secretary Cen heard the miss's voice tinged with a hint of crying, glanced through the rearview mirror, and with bare feet pressed the accelerator: "Don't be afraid, it won't happen."

"Really?" At this moment Ke Zhongying is also a little girl who gets scared.

Secretary Cen said firmly: "Really."

The car sped along the road and finally stopped at the gate of Yi Hao Bie Shu; Mo Yi and Chi Ce had just arrived.

Mo Yi patted Chi Ce on the back: "Don't worry about it; if Miss Jiang ever has a 'what if' the Young Master would really get angry. Carry her to the bedroom, I'll bring the medical box."

With Ke Zhongying's assistance, Chi Ce carried the scorching patient to the bedroom.

The next second, Ke Zhongying's car received a traffic police notice, and she turned to Secretary Cen saying: "I'll stay here with Jiang Lai sister, you handle this."

"Okay." Secretary Cen glanced at the person on the bed whose face was already flushed, "She's awake; Miss, remember to send me a message."

Ke Zhongying quickly agreed.

Chi Ce first took Jiang Lai's temperature, saying: "She has a severe work‑induced high fever from chronic sleeplessness and pressure, immune system collapsed, cannot receive IV, we'll treat conservatively first."

"Miss, go fetch a cup of warm water, give her the medicine first. Mo Yi, use warm water to damp sterile gauze and repeatedly wipe her forehead, neck, armpits, and groin—these major blood vessels. I'll place a peripheral IV; if the temperature doesn't drop in two hours we'll have to do a IV injection."

Ke Zhongying and Mo Yi went to comply immediately.

The big‑virtue little shepherd in the yard seemed to sense something and kept barking; when Secretary Cen went down she said to them: "Shh, don't disturb your master; she's ill, don't make noise."

The big‑virtue little shepherd each gave a woof, obediently lay down, eyes fixed on the direction of the second floor of the villa.

Secretary Cen went to handle the traffic penalty matter while keeping an eye on the press conference.

The press conference proceeded very smoothly.

But that smoothness was bought with Jiang Lai's health.

Secretary Cen's eyes turned cold; the source of the media that leaked the news had been identified, and Ke Zong had shut that media down yesterday, and the copycat media also received lawyer's warning letters.

Once the leaker is found, that person is doomed.

……

The press conference continued orderly; Professor Cheng, Director Guo and Xiao Qian jointly demonstrated the full set of bee armor's combat performance, shutting down media doubts about their rushed workmanship and questionable quality.

The previously excessive online hype turned into solid, shocking recognition, and applause thundered.

When the press conference ended it was already noon; Ke Zhongyu received a call from his uncle, indicating that the military cooperation had been finalized and they could prepare for mass production.

Ke Zhongyu's tense nerves relaxed by more than half, though a part still clung to Jiang Lai.

A glance from Assistant Zhou made Ke Zhongyu understand that his worry had become reality.

Jiang Lai was ill.

A 39‑degree high fever.

Ke Zhongyu handed the subsequent matters to Assistant Zhou and Secretary Guan, didn't have time to greet his parents, sent the driver away, and drove home himself.

He strode in, tossed off his coat and tie without a second thought, his brows full of anxiety.

"Where is the person?"

"Has the fever subsided?"

Mo Yi said she was in the master bedroom on the second floor; Ke Zhongyu took three steps at once up the stairs, and Mo Yi had to run to keep up.

"Doctor Chi is here, already took the medicine and applied physical cooling; the fever hasn't fully dropped yet, Doctor Chi is giving Miss Jiang an IV, Young Master don't worry, Miss Jiang's fate is in the heavens, she'll be fine."

Ke Zhongyu couldn't absorb any of that, rushed to the bedroom door, flung it open, then worried the door slamming against the wall would be too loud and disturb Jiang Lai, quickly reached out and grabbed the doorframe.

Chi Ce and Ke Zhongying saw him return, and both silently rose to walk outside.

"The IV is running, keep an eye on it, call me if anything happens," Chi Ce said.

Ke Zhongying whispered "Brother" softly, feeling a bit guilty because Jiang Lai sister had told her not to tell her brother, so she didn't.

The two took the door with them when they left.

Ke Zhongyu reached the bedside and only saw a pitiful, reddened figure curled in his large bed, lying neatly, sleeping peacefully.

Ke Zhongyu's room was pure minimalist, only black, white and gray, never a fourth color.

He looked at Jiang Lai covered with his deep‑gray blanket, frowned, and immediately decided to have Mo Yi ask someone to replace all the soft furnishings at home.

Ke Zhongyu lowered his head and kissed Jiang Lai's eyelid, clearly feeling her eyelid burning, then reached out to touch elsewhere, still hot.

Only the hand holding the needle was cold.

Ke Zhongyu sat down, gently lifted Jiang Lai's chilled hand and placed it in his warm palm.

He stayed motionless by the sickbed, just watching Jiang Lai, occasionally glancing at the liquid in the drip bottle.

Chi Ce came in, changed the medicine bottle twice, and when hanging the last bottle said: "The fever is already dropping, she'll wake soon; Mo Yi has simmered porridge and soup, when she wakes tell me and we'll bring it up."

"Mm." Ke Zhongyu's throat was a bit hoarse, "These days Jiang won't go back, Ping'an continues to stay at the Medical Hall, don't tell her sister she's ill."

Chi Ce nodded: "I understand."

As Chi Ce expected, Jiang Lai woke up when the last drip was halfway through.

Ke Zhongyu noticed her eyelashes flutter, and his hand in his palm wanted to move; he quickly held it, saying softly: "Don't move your hand, the needle's in it."

Jiang Lai opened her eyes to Ke Zhongyu's gentle, concerned voice, was momentarily disoriented, stared at the ceiling for a while, then looked at Ke Zhongyu sitting by the bed.

"Oh, Ke Zhongyu is here, so it's fine wherever we are."

Jiang Lai blinked, tried to shift her body, felt weak all over, tried to speak, her throat was dry, and croaked: "Ke Zhongyu, give me some water."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ke Zhongyu handed over the water, one hand holding the cup, the other pinching the straw and bringing it to her lips.

After the two drew close, Jiang Lai finally saw Ke Zhongyu's reddened eye corners, and her drinking motion paused.

She only has a fever, yet it made Ke Zhongyu, a big man, have red eyes.

In her life, this is truly a luxury.

Jiang Lai loosened the straw; after drinking the water her throat felt a bit moist, and she asked, "Will a fever be contagious?"

She only knows that a cold is contagious.

Ke Zhongyu pressed his forehead against hers; the fever indeed subsided a little, but it was still somewhat hot.

Ke Zhongyu whispered, "No."

Ke Zhongyu said, "If it won't, then it won't; besides, she doesn't really know whether it will or not." Jiang Lai thought slowly in her mind, then after a "hm" sound she slightly lifted her chin and kissed Ke Zhongyu's lips.

One time, two times.