Meet the Brand Officer

Lin Xiyou fell into the dark chaos and struggled for a long time before waking up from the groggy state.

His eyes were white, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, his throat was dry and sore, and there were vaguely noisy arguments in his ears.

"You can go, I will take care of you here."

"No, your identity and whereabouts are very suspicious. Xiyou is my colleague. Before confirming your identity, I must stay and take care of her!"

This is Wang Yan's full-bodied voice, and the other is the unique voice in memory. Why is he here?
"She has a high fever of more than 39 degrees. If you didn't find out, you didn't tell me, and you even sent her to buy water for you. I think you really know how to take care of people."

"..."

"Also, under your care, she still has a color on her forehead, and she turned around to help her, but you didn't help her! Are you a sloth?"

"..."

Wang Yan, who has always been eloquent, was so stunned that he couldn't utter a word, and Song Ziyuan's ability to speak ironically and scold others really became more and more profound.

Lin Xiyou raised her eyes and glanced at the infusion bottle. It was almost bottomed out. She moved her weak arms, sat up with barely enough support, and reached for the beeper on the bedside.

It wasn't until the nurse heard the sound and pulled out the needle that the two people at the door ran in belatedly.

"How do you feel?" Song Ziyuan stood in front of the bed, his tone was light and his expression was not bright.

"My little Xiyou just woke up. Go away with your black face, don't scare others." Wang Yan spoke out to protect him, stepped forward to push him away, and confirmed: "Xiyou, he said he was your friend, didn't he?" ?”

Lin Xiyou hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded, "That's right."

Song Ziyuan's complexion darkened in an instant after being violently attacked one after another.

Wang Yan vividly described what happened after she fainted, and said guiltily: "Why don't you tell me you are not feeling well, and you have been visiting for most of the day. It's all because of my clumsy hands. I didn't help you, and you suffered for nothing. I'm sorry." ah……"

Lin Xiyou raised her pale lips and smiled blushingly, "I'm fine."

"Does the forehead still hurt? Has the high fever subsided a little?" Wang Yan stretched out his hand to check Lin Xiyou's forehead temperature, but before he touched it, he received a heavy slap.

Song Ziyuan stopped his hands calmly, and said nonsense with a serious face: "There is a wound on the forehead, and it is easy to get infected."

"I'll check the temperature!" Wang Yan got on the bar and stretched out his hand deliberately.

"Snapped--"

Another big slap came down, the sound was extraordinary, Wang Yan quickly withdrew his hand, grinned in pain, and stared straight at Song Ziyuan.

"Can you be more accurate than a forehead temperature gun?" Song Ziyuan glanced lightly, took out a borrowed forehead temperature gun, and measured Lin Xiyou's forehead, "It's down a bit, it's still burning, you need to rest."

"I feel much better. There is still work to be done, so we can't delay the progress." Lin Xiyou lifted the quilt out of bed.

"If the earth is far away, everyone will keep turning, and there won't be much delay." Song Ziyuan was so angry that he pushed her back, and glanced at Wang Yan again.

"That's right, the work in the factory area is almost done. Take care of your health first. Brother Rui has spoken and asked me to take good care of you. They will come to see you after finishing the work."

Wang Yan answered the conversation, repeatedly emphasizing that he would not delay work, and then dispelled Lin Xiyou's idea of ​​returning to the factory.

"I'll just watch here. It just so happens that my work is finished. You go back and help them finish it together, and the progress will be faster." Song Ziyuan added lightly, and invited Wang Yan away easily.

There were only the two of them left in the ward, and Lin Xiyou was embarrassed for a moment, so she could only chat dryly and awkwardly: "Why are you here, thank you for sending me to the hospital."

"Business trip, drop by."

"It's like this. What a coincidence." Lin Xiyou noticed that his air pressure was a little low, so she also consciously closed her mouth.

The atmosphere was a bit dignified, and a burst of "gurg--" broke the silence.

Lin Xiyou covered her forehead in embarrassment, looked around for her mobile phone, and wanted to order a takeaway, but she hadn't eaten for almost a day
As a result, the mobile phone was not found, but a thermos bucket suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, eat it while it's hot." Song Ziyuan's tone was firm, but his movements were gentle. He opened the lid, poured it out, and passed the spoon.

Lin Xiyou was taken aback.

"Is it a fool who can't even drink porridge anymore?" His words were full of gunpowder, and he was about to spoon porridge to feed her.

She quickly reached out to take the spoon and drank it in small sips. Suddenly, she felt a lot warmer in her over-hungry stomach, "Thank you. I didn't burn stupidly."

After regaining some strength, she suddenly thought of the full-screen withdrawal prompt she saw this morning, and explained weakly: "You may not believe it. After I finished the meeting last night, I accidentally fell asleep on the bed, and I almost woke up in the morning. I was late, so I hurried to work, and I haven't had time to go back..."

This explanation made Song Ziyuan's face even darker, "So you didn't even cover yourself with the quilt last night, you accidentally fell asleep and you didn't eat breakfast, so you accidentally lost your energy?"

He bit down the three words "accidentally".

Lin Xiyou paused for a moment to think, "It's really possible."

She followed her train of thought and analyzed carefully: "It may also be a little motion sickness reaction. Or it may be that my physical strength has been exhausted these days, but I'm fine now."

"Oh yes, I have to sort out today's research situation as soon as possible, I need it for the meeting tonight!" Lin Xiyou hurriedly put down the porridge and went to find a backpack.

Song Ziyuan was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot, pushed her back, and stuffed the porridge back into her hand.

"You have a high fever to the point where you can fry eggs raw, and your blood sugar is so low that there is no lower limit. You still work, and you don't make a sound when you feel unwell?

The sudden increase in volume was shocking.

Lin Xiyou's eyes darkened, and she replied in a low voice: "It's not made of iron."

The experience of the past few days came to her heart, she took a sip, sipped the porridge silently, and muttered to herself after a long time.

"I just joined the company, and I don't understand a lot. It's my first business trip and I have no experience. If I don't work harder, I won't be able to keep up with them. I don't want to be a useless burden."

"It was only when I stepped into the society that I realized that there are people out there, and excellent people are still working hard. I have to learn too much, professional knowledge, cross-industry skills, and life in the world, etc."

"But I'm no longer a student. I can't say I can't. Give me time to learn slowly. Everyone is very busy. I have to adapt to being a professional as soon as possible. I don't want to be the one who drags me down."

Her voice was so soft that it could float in the air at any time.

Intangible pressure, backlog of emotions, fear and anxiety, these thoughts that she dare not mention in front of anyone, she poured out naturally and slowly at the fragile moment of illness
Song Ziyuan's heart softened, and he couldn't bear to say any more serious words, so he slowed down his tone: "No one is born with experience, just ask if you don't understand, everyone starts from an ignorant Xiaobai."

"The workplace is not so friendly, but it is not as cruel as it is demonized. No one will think that a hardworking person is a burden."

"Besides, if anyone dares to say that you are slowing down, I will immediately lift the 40-meter sword, remove his hind legs, and throw him out of the sky to see what he said."

With that said, Song Ziyuan made gestures.

The imagery was so strong that Lin Xiyou was immediately amused.

She sniffed, "My leaders and colleagues are very kind to me, and they will patiently answer my questions. It's just that I don't understand a lot. I'm sorry to keep asking. I'm afraid it will take up too much of their time and make them feel uncomfortable. I'm too bad, how come I don't know such a simple point."

Song Ziyuan rolled his eyes, coughed twice, and hinted: "Besides your colleagues, you can also ask other people."

Lin Xiyou looked up blankly, "Others? Who?"