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Chapter 41 Mr. Shen, do you have a fever?

On Monday morning, Chen Mo arrived at Shen Qingyue's residential compound on time, just as Shen Qingyue had sent him the day before.

This is a high-end residential area with strict access control, but they simply scanned the license plate and let the other party in based on the vehicle information.

Chen Mo drove his red Porsche Cayenne slowly into the underground garage and parked it next to the parking space designated by Shen Qingyue.

I turned off the engine and glanced at the time: 7:40 AM.

This time is neither early nor late for a weekday.

He sat in the car waiting, thinking that Shen Qingyue should come down soon.

However, ten minutes passed and the garage elevator entrance remained empty.

Twenty minutes passed, and there was still no sign of them.

Chen Mo frowned, glanced at his phone, and saw no missed calls or new messages.

"Did I oversleep?"

He hesitated for a moment and did not make the call immediately.

Perhaps Shen Qingyue was just temporarily delayed by something; let's wait and see.

Ten more minutes passed, and still no one was in sight.

Seeing that he was going to be late for work, Chen Mo finally picked up his phone and dialed Shen Qingyue's number.

The phone rang for a long time, and just when he thought no one would answer, the call connected.

"Feed..."

Shen Qingyue's voice came from the other end of the phone, but it was completely different from her usual cold and crisp tone.

Weak, hoarse, with a noticeable nasal tone.

"Mr. Shen, it's me, Chen Mo."

Chen Mo said, "I'll be waiting for you in the garage, you..."

"Chen Mo..."

Shen Qingyue coughed a few times, her voice broken as she said, "I...I think I have a fever, and I feel very dizzy. I probably can't go to the company..."

"Does he have a fever?"

Chen Mo's heart tightened, and he immediately asked, "Is it serious? Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No need...it's just a common cold, probably from catching a chill."

Shen Qingyue's voice grew softer and softer as she said, "Could you...could you go to the pharmacy and buy me some fever reducers and cold medicine?"

"Then you can go to the company first. Take care of the project..."

"it is good."

Chen Mo agreed, "Then send me the house number, and I'll go buy you the medicine right away."

Shen Qingyue gave the door number and added, "The password is... 0608. Just come in by yourself. I might... not be able to open the door for you."

"Okay, I'll go buy the medicine right away. You can rest first."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo immediately started the car and drove out of the residential area.

He found a pharmacy nearby and bought fever reducers, cold medicine, and a thermometer. After thinking for a moment, he also bought some vitamin C effervescent tablets and fever-reducing patches.

Ten minutes later, he returned to Shen Qingyue's residential compound.

After parking the car, I took the medicine bag and went upstairs in the elevator.

Shen Qingyue's home is on the sixteenth floor, a one-apartment-per-floor layout, which offers excellent privacy.

Chen Mo entered the password at the door, and with a "beep," the door opened.

He pushed open the door and entered, calling softly, "President Shen?"

The room was quiet, decorated in a simple modern style with black, white and gray as the main colors. It was clean and tidy, but felt a bit cold.

The living room is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the river.

Chen Mo's gaze quickly fell on the sofa.

Shen Qingyue lay there, covered with a thin blanket, her long hair disheveled on the pillow, her face pale, and her lips chapped.

She was dressed in loungewear, a light gray silk shirt and matching pajama bottoms, and looked quite thin.

"Chen Mo...you've arrived."

Shen Qingyue struggled to sit up, but her body was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Don't move."

Chen Mo walked over quickly, placed the medicine bag on the coffee table, and squatted down to examine her closely.

Shen Qingyue's cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, her eyes were unfocused, and her breathing was somewhat rapid.

Chen Mo reached out and touched her forehead; it was burning hot.

"You have a fever, and it's probably quite high."

He took out a thermometer and said, "Let me take your temperature first."

Shen Qingyue nodded, obediently took the thermometer, and tucked it under her arm.

Chen Mo turned and went to the kitchen, found a clean glass, and poured a glass of warm water.

When they returned to the living room, Shen Qingyue had already lay down again, her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, looking like she was in pain.

"Mr. Shen, please have some water first."

Chen Mo helped her up and brought the water glass to her lips.

Shen Qingyue took a few small sips from his hand, and her chapped lips finally became a little moist.

"Thanks……"

She said weakly, "Chen Mo, we're not at the company, so please call me Sister Qingyue in private."

"it is good."

Chen Mo helped her lie down again and changed his address, asking, "Sister Qingyue, when did you start feeling unwell?"

"Yesterday... I felt a bit cold."

Shen Qingyue said weakly, "I started feeling unwell when I went to bed last night. I felt cold all over and didn't sleep well..."

I thought I'd be fine after a good night's sleep, but it just kept getting worse.

"You should have taken your medicine sooner."

Chen Mo glanced at the time; the temperature should be almost taken. He then asked Shen Qingyue to bring out the thermometer.

He looked at it against the light: 38.9℃.

"You have a high fever."

Chen Mo said seriously, "Sister Qingyue, you need to take your medicine, otherwise your temperature won't come down."

"Um……"

Shen Qingyue nodded, her voice weak: "Did you...buy the medicine?"

"I bought it."

Chen Mo took out fever reducers and cold medicine from the medicine bag, took out the appropriate dosage according to the instructions, and poured a glass of warm water.

"Here, take your medicine first."

He helped Shen Qingyue sit up and handed her the pills.

Shen Qingyue's hands were trembling slightly. Seeing this, Chen Mo simply took the pills and put them directly to her lips.

Open your mouth.

Shen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, but delirious with fever, she didn't think much of it and obediently opened her mouth.

Chen Mo put the pill into her mouth and handed her the water glass.

Shen Qingyue drank a few sips of water, swallowed the medicine, and lay back down on the sofa when her stomach made an inopportune "gurgling" sound.

"..."

Listening to this, Chen Mo asked with some doubt, "Sister Qingyue, you..."

"I haven't eaten since last night."

Shen Qingyue said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm not feeling well, I don't want to eat... I have no appetite..."

"That won't do."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Having a fever already consumes a lot of energy. If you don't eat anything, your body won't be able to take it."

He thought for a moment and asked, "How about this, do you have any rice at home? I'll cook you some porridge."

Shen Qingyue opened her eyes and looked at him with some surprise: "You... can cook porridge?"

"I know a little."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "The cooking is alright, at least it's edible."

"Alright."

Shen Qingyue hesitated for a few seconds, then finally nodded and said, "There should be rice in the cabinet to the right of the refrigerator. Go check it out."

"Okay, you rest first, I'll go cook some porridge."

Chen Mo got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Shen Qingyue's kitchen is large and stylishly decorated, but it's obvious that she rarely cooks there.

The kitchen utensils were brand new, and the seasonings were complete, but they were all neatly arranged, showing no signs of frequent use.

This woman clearly can't cook!

That's true, how many successful career women actually cook for themselves?

I'd rather spend all this time working!