Back in 2002 as a doctor

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Wang Xueteng was in the imperial capital at this time, and she couldn't laugh or cry as she looked at the neatly placed 3m masks in one warehouse after another.

Recently, she has been very busy and sick, but she refuses to fall down first.

Zhou Congwen, that ascetic man is becoming more and more important in Wang Xueteng's heart.

Chapter 0884 Fever?

Professor Zhou Congwen Zhou rose like a rocket from an unpopular little doctor, which was witnessed by Wang Xueteng.

But even in her dreams, she never expected Zhou Congwen's speed to be so fast.

Originally, Wang Xueteng was supposed to hand over the entire warehouse a day ago, and return to the provincial capital with the statistics to report to Zhou Congwen.

Now her most important job is to meet all Zhou Congwen's requirements.

And Zhou Congwen, that abstinent man... seems to be more interested in masks than himself, which makes Wang Xueteng very unhappy.

Wang Xueteng took a deep breath to suppress the discomfort in his body.

She didn't just feel psychologically uncomfortable just because she thought of that abstinent man, but she was really uncomfortable physically, and Zhou Congwen, a "hateful" man, aggravated this reaction.

Recently, Wang Xueteng has been feeling a little tired, often has difficulty breathing, and has a low-grade fever.

But no matter what happened, she couldn't stop Wang Xueteng, because she knew Zhou Congwen's energy very well.

And as the days passed, Wang Xueteng felt more and more that the energy of this ascetic man was far beyond his imagination.

Originally, Wang Xueteng was supposed to fly back to the provincial capital yesterday to meet Zhou Congwen at the airport, but people from the Zeiss company contacted her. In order to please Zhou Congwen, the multinational company hastily shipped a warehouse of masks over.

When will the 3m masks be measured in warehouses, Wang Xueteng doesn't know.

But she was very clear why the Zeiss company rushed to deliver masks to Zhou Congwen.

In the just-concluded operation, Zhou Congwen and Huang Lao used shocking techniques to bring the Queen back from the embrace of God. Even an optical giant like Zeiss Company has to build a good relationship with Zhou Congwen.

It is said that the excimer laser ablation equipment Mr. Huang and Zhou Congwen played with is a clear one. They have never used it before, but they have been practically used in surgery and the effect is good.

Zeiss almost emptied the large warehouses along the coast of Europe in a short period of time. Instead of using cargo ships, they chartered planes to send 3m masks to the imperial capital.

Wang Xueteng is deeply aware of the purpose behind this behavior.

And that man of abstinence became more and more mysterious in Wang Xueteng's eyes.

Wang Xueteng was also confused when looking at the warehouse that stocked up nearly 2000 million US dollars of masks. She didn't know why Zhou Congwen needed so many masks, nor how he did it.

As if by magic, several huge warehouses were filled.

"Cough cough cough~" Wang Xueteng coughed a few times with his heart racing.

It should be a cold, Wang Xueteng sighed.Even though he was sick, he still had to insist on delivering the list to Zhou Congwen before his task could be considered complete.

Take care of everything and buy a plane ticket back to the provincial capital.

Along the way, Wang Xueteng's condition became more and more serious, and her cough became more and more severe. Her body temperature was at least 38 degrees Celsius. Her basal body temperature itself was low, and 38 degrees Celsius was considered a high fever.

Today's situation is even worse, Wang Xueteng has been shivering continuously.But she didn't care about these things, so she decided to finish that young master's mission.

Insisting on returning to the provincial capital, Wang Xueteng contacted Zhou Congwen immediately to report the progress of the masks.

"Professor Zhou, the masks are all arranged, our Olida... Zeiss... Abbott..."

A series of numbers came out of Wang Xueteng's mouth, accompanied by bursts of coughing.

"What's the matter with you, Manager Wang?" Zhou Congwen's voice was a bit cold and serious.

"I...cough, cough, I have a cold." Wang Xueteng said, "I still have a fever, and my lungs seem to be on fire."

Zhou Congwen on the other side of the phone was silent, and Wang Xueteng seemed to sense something was wrong.

Isn't it just a flu?What happened to Zhou Congwen?As a doctor, does he still despise patients?

Subconsciously, Wang Xueteng was a little apprehensive, for fear of causing dissatisfaction with the ascetic man.

She didn't notice that her opinion of Zhou Congwen had changed unconsciously, and it would take many years to reflect on the subtleties before she could figure it out clearly.

"Manager Wang, do people around you also have a cold?" Zhou Congwen's voice was a little tense, and Wang Xueteng was taken aback for asking.

What does it mean?

It's just a common flu. Isn't it normal to have flu in late winter and early spring?Or is Zhou Congwen looking for an excuse to train himself?Wang Xueteng was puzzled.

"I'm asking you something." Zhou Congwen's voice was stern +1.

Wang Xueteng was only stunned for a few seconds, and Zhou Congwen's voice became severe.

"..." Wang Xueteng almost stopped crying, this is too much.

"Manager Wang, speak up!"

"Professor Zhou, I'm the only one who has caught a cold. It's been a long time, and I felt a little uncomfortable when I was in the provincial capital." Wang Xueteng quickly explained, "Maybe I was busy back and forth, and I sent the masks in several warehouses with my own eyes. Checking and verifying one by one, I haven’t slept well for several days.”

The more Wang Xueteng talked, the more wronged he became, and at the end his eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been a long time? Is it like this in the provincial capital? Do you have any other discomfort?" Zhou Congwen's words seemed to ease a little.

"No... oh, I have a lump on my stomach, the size of a coin. These days, my immunity may be a little lower, so..."

"It's all right." Zhou Congwen was instantly relieved, and the spring breeze was blowing in his words, "You come to the hospital and I will show you."

"..." Wang Xueteng was confused by Zhou Congwen's way of speaking with one foot in the sky and one foot in the ground.

"It may be an infection, but don't be careless. I'm in the hospital, you can just come to the academician workstation." Zhou Congwen hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Wang Xueteng felt aggrieved, so he almost cursed at the phone, scolding that stinking man with a face like no strangers, abstinence.

But life still has to go on. Although Zhou Congwen has a cold temper, after all, he doesn't know how to be salty, and he doesn't even look at him once or twice.

This made Wang Xueteng very relieved, and it was much better than other colleagues who were entangled with lustful old men.

And with Zhou Congwen's strength in place, Wang Xueteng knew he had nothing to complain about.Even if others want to please, they don't have this chance. Zhou Congwen seldom contacts people from the factory, no matter how high the status of the other party is.

But now Wang Xueteng just wants to sleep, at worst, he will go to the hospital for an infusion tomorrow.But Zhou Congwen wanted to be troublesome, Wang Xueteng complained in his heart.

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Sitting in the office, Zhou Congwen let out a long sigh.

As the time approached, Zhou Congwen was inevitably a little uneasy.Especially when Wang Xueteng said that he had a cold and his lungs seemed to be on fire, he thought of the big infectious disease that changed the fate of countless people a few years later.

In 2003, it was just a rehearsal.

Although it didn't start so early, Zhou Congwen was afraid that some timelines would be reversed because of his rebirth.

Zhou Congwen didn't feel relieved until Wang Xueteng said that he had a lump on his stomach.It is probably a skin disease like boil and carbuncle. Although it is a trivial matter, Zhou Congwen still has to see it with his own eyes.

Chapter 0885 You have a big deal

"Boom boom boom~" A knock on the door sounded.

Zhou Congwen glanced at the time. He guessed that Wang Xueteng had come. He put on a mask and said in a low voice, "Please come in."

Wang Xueteng opened the door and came in.

She was taken aback when she saw Zhou Congwen wearing a 3m mask. Usually, no one wears a mask when there is nothing to do.

Zhou Congwen didn't wear an isolation suit but wore such an expensive mask, which was a bit strange.

"Manager Wang, you've worked hard." Zhou Congwen looked Wang Xueteng up and down, and said gently.

"It's not hard, it's just some small things." Wang Xueteng coughed while speaking, his voice was weak.

"You don't need to close the door." Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes and picked up the landline.

"Yiming, come to my office."

"Professor Zhou..." Wang Xueteng was taken aback, and looked at Zhou Congwen in surprise.

"Your condition is not right. Have you taken your temperature?" Zhou Congwen took off his mask and looked at Wang Xueteng seriously.

"No, I guess it's around 38 degrees. I've been busy in the warehouse for the past few days..." Wang Xueteng was interrupted by a violent cough.

Zhou Congwen saw that her face and neck were red, and her conjunctiva was faintly bloodshot, and knew something was wrong.

But he wasn't in a hurry, it wasn't anaphylactic shock, or hemorrhagic shock, it was a serious injury, death would not be that easy, so don't be in a hurry.

After all, Wang Xueteng is from the manufacturer, and she is also a beautiful woman. Zhou Congwen doesn't want to be manipulated because of this.

At that time, it's easy to say, but if someone deliberately harms me and writes a small composition, I'm afraid the boss will not be able to speak out.

Soon Peng Yiming rushed over.

"Yiming, this is Manager Wang, you know him." Zhou Congwen said, "Give Manager Wang a physical examination."

"Okay." Peng Yiming said professionally.

"Professor Zhou, I just have a cold, so don't bother." Wang Xueteng was taken aback and explained embarrassingly.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Congwen said, "Manager Wang, your fever suddenly started."

"..."

Wang Xueteng has long forgotten about this matter, and has been busy looking at the masks these days. Even if he dies, he must finish what Zhou Congwen explained before he dies.

"Conjunctival injection."

"The face and neck were flushed. A swollen lymph node was found in the neck, about 2×3cm in size."

"Chest flushed."

"Damp rales on auscultation of both lungs."

"The body temperature is estimated to be 40 degrees Celsius."

"..." Wang Xueteng was stunned.

40 degree? !How can it be.

Another series of coughs interrupted Wang Xueteng's thoughts.

"Don't you know how high your body temperature is?" Peng Yiming asked seeing Wang Xueteng's strange expression.

"She has a fever." Zhou Congwen frowned, "Lie on the bed, let me check the bump on my stomach."

"Bao?" Peng Yiming didn't know what was going on.

"I thought it was a boil or something, but it doesn't look like her condition." Zhou Congwen said, "It's more serious than imagined."

Peng Yiming supported Wang Xueteng to lie down, with his knees bent and curled up, exposing his stomach.

"This girl is so innocent, Professor Zhou, you called me here because you were afraid of misunderstanding." Peng Yiming asked with a smile.

"Be serious." Zhou Congwen said, "If my judgment is correct, she might go to the ICU for further treatment."

"As for it, it's just a fever." Peng Yiming felt that Zhou Congwen was making a fuss over a molehill.

Zhou Congwen shook his head, "It may be much more serious than what you see."

He walked to the bed, glanced at the lump Wang Xueteng mentioned, and frowned even tighter.

"I'm fine." Wang Xueteng said weakly.

After lying down, Wang Xueteng's whole body seemed to be falling apart, every joint was terribly sore, and every muscle fiber released endless lactic acid.

"Professor Zhou, is there a problem?" Peng Yiming looked puzzled at the lump on Wang Xueteng's stomach.

The mass is a "wine thorn", which will never cause a high fever.

It's strange why Professor Zhou seems to be facing a big enemy.

Zhou Congwen percussed, but the location was far away from the mass. Wang Xueteng's liver and spleen were examined.

Hepatosplenomegaly, Zhou Congwen was more certain.

"I'm going out, you untie her bra straps, check her armpits and rf." Zhou Congwen said cautiously.

"what?"

"Do you know what an eschar looks like?" Zhou Congwen asked.

Peng Yiming nodded, indicating that he knew.