Chapter 672


    With the messages sent out, Serenity stuffed the phone back into her pocket.


    Everybody must be asleep since it waste at night. She did not count on receiving an immediate reply.


    Zachary gradually came around.


    Opening his eyes, Zachary deliberately made a bewildered face as if he could not believe Serenity was


    here. He lifted his free hand and rubbed his eyes while mumbling to himself, "Is the fever getting to


    me? Are my eyes deceiving me? Why is my Seren here?"


    Serenity pulled his arm away from his face and gave him a hard pinch on the hand.


    "Owl"


    "Does it hurt?” Serenity asked him.


    Zachary pulled those cute puppy dog eyes. "It hurts. It hurts so bad."


    "It''s good that you felt the pain. You''re not dreaming. This is reality. I told you I''ll make my way here if


    you don''t get a doctor''s appointment.”


    Zachary was about to sit up.


    "Lie down. You''re in a hospital. You''re still burning up. I don’t know why you want to tough it out.”


    Serenity pressed him down. "Now lie yourself down. How do you feel now?"


    "My temperature has gone down but notpletely. My throat feels sore. Even my voice is hoarse.


    Cough, cough...”


    Zachary hacked his throat.


    "I''m starting to cough. Seren, can you ask the nurse for a mask? I have a viral cold, so you might get it


    from me.”


    He reached out to press the call button above his head. Once the nurse answered the call, he said to


    the nurse, "Can you give me two masks?”


    "Why do you need the masks?” the nurse inquired.


    Zachary answered in a raspy voice, “I have the viral flu, and my wife''s here to take care of me. Can you


    give the masks to my wife? I don’t want to spread the flu to my wife.”


    The nurse ended themunication.


    Soon, the nurse came knocking on the door and delivered two medical masks.


    ‘Thank you.”


    Serenity expressed her thanks and put on a mask.


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    Zachary said, "You should grab a couple more packs of these marks from the pharmacy when it''s


    morning. You better have a mask on around me before I get better. I don''t want you to be sick while I’m


    sick too."


    "Sure. Is the chicken soup for you?"


    Noticing the takeaway chicken soup, Serenity put her hand out to feel the container. It was still warm.


    "It''s mine. Mr. Tank bought it for me. I was asleep, so I hadn''t eaten.”


    "Do you want to have it now?"


    Raising his right arm, Zachary uttered helplessly, "My right hand is still on drips. I can''t really eat with


    my left hand.”


    Serenity helped him to sit up before taking out the container of soup. She remarked, "I''ve seen you


    using utensils with both hands. You had no problems then. You can just be straight that you want me to


    feed you.”


    Zachary''s eyes were gleaming. "Did I? I don''t remember. It''s not convenient to eat with my hands now.


    Seren, I''ll find the chicken soup a gourmet if you feed me.”


    "You should get a doctor to examine you if you don’t feel well next time. Work is important, but it isn''t


    more important than your health. You work for your boss, and thepany doesn''t belong to you. Do


    you need to give your boss your life?”


    Serenity nagged while spooning him the soup.