Tang Xiaohua hastily closed her notebook and stood up,
"Secretary Qu."
Qu Yu saw her hand retract and couldn't help but take an extra glance, "What is...that?"
"Nothing."
Tang Xiaohua gave a politely restrained smile, clearly showing no intention of letting Qu Yu see the notebook as she stuffed it into her bosom.
Qu Yu felt it wasn't appropriate to ask further and glanced at the President,
"How are you feeling, sir?"
"My temperature has come down a bit."
Qu Yu nodded, "That's good. Thank you for your efforts."
"It's my duty."
Tang Xiaohua said flatly.
"You should go have some lunch now, I'll take over for you in a bit."
"...All right."
Without Qu Yu mentioning, Tang Xiaohua hadn't realized it was already half past eleven.
After taking his temperature five or six times, she had forgotten all about it.
Tang Xiaohua promptly left the room.
Qu Yu walked to the bedside, and saw Wen Nian opening his eyes...
"Sir, are you feeling better?"
Wen Nian nodded his head.
