Dr. Pan, he’s not going to die, is he?

At last, the meal was finished, and Xiao Qi felt her hand had almost gone numb from feeding him.
Damn it, she thought. She had come all the way to Earth, only to end up feeding someone like this.
"You haven't wiped my mouth yet," the satiated President Lin said languidly, waiting to be served.
Xiao Qi wanted nothing more than to slam the empty lunchbox right into his smug face.
What a nerve, she thought. Taking advantage at every turn.
But if she didn’t serve this man well, she could forget about leaving today.
She pulled out a napkin, put on her official smile, and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"President Lin, you've eaten and I've wiped your mouth. May I go now?"
You couldn’t rush things. There would be plenty of time in the future.
He nodded. "Bring lunch earlier tomorrow."
"Oh."
Suddenly, Xiao Qi didn’t want to give the poster to Auntie anymore.
Delivering meals here every day—who knew what tricks he’d use to take advantage of her?
She thought of his face, and those solid, sculpted abs.
Xiao Qi swallowed hard.
Truth be told, she rather wanted a taste of him herself.
Then Ye Xiyang’s face flashed into her mind.
She forced herself to sober up. He already had someone—a boyfriend, no less.
It would be wrong, absolutely immoral.
This time, Xiao Qi left the building with little joy, only to suddenly remember—
Oh no, she’d forgotten the poster.
She turned back.
Fang Li informed President Lin that the meeting was over, and Joanna entered the office.
She saw the man on the soft chair, eyes closed, sitting motionless.
As she drew closer, she saw his face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Yichen, what’s wrong?"
She pressed her palm to his forehead. "Why are you so hot?"
Lin Yichen felt the cool touch on his brow, a welcome relief, and opened his eyes a little.
A blurred face appeared before him. He murmured, almost unconsciously, "You..."
Anna looked at him, delight sparkling in her eyes. "Yichen, do you remember me?"
But he fell unconscious.
"Yichen?"
She quickly pulled out her phone and asked Fang Li to arrange a car to take him to the hospital.
Xiao Qi arrived and saw the unconscious man. "What happened to him?"
Joanna didn’t recognize her, but seeing her in a delivery uniform, lunchbox in hand, she asked, "Are you delivering food?"

"Yes! No—what happened to him? He was fine while eating."
"Eating?" Joanna seemed to realize something. "What dishes did you bring him?"
Xiao Qi thought for a moment. "Braised pork ribs with potatoes, greens, shrimp..."
"He can’t eat shrimp."
Now Xiao Qi understood—it was an allergic reaction. "I’ll take him to the hospital."
"Fang Li already arranged a car, he’ll be here—"
"He can’t wait. I’ll carry him."
Joanna eyed her small frame with concern. "You’ll carry—"
Before she could finish, the petite girl had already picked up the tall man.
Xiao Qi carried him toward the elevator.
If only she could use her superpowers, she thought.
Why not try?
She closed her eyes, and suddenly, she found herself at the hospital entrance.
What the—her superpowers were back?
No matter, saving him came first.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.
It was surely his assistant calling.
Xiao Qi glanced up at the hospital’s name.
No free hand to take the call, so she used her powers again. The phone floated out of his pocket and pressed itself to her ear.
"Hello, Assistant Fang? I’ve brought Lin Yichen to the hospital—we’re at Hospital A..."
Yichen opened his eyes slightly and saw the phone hovering by her ear. "Xiyang, am I... hallucinating again?"
He was awake?
No time to explain, she’d just play along.
"Yes, yes, it’s your imagination," she said as the phone slipped back into his pocket.
"Xiyang, do you see how much I like you? Even my hallucinations are all about you."
He brushed his lips lightly against her ear.
His warm breath tickled her, making her heart pound so hard she felt it might burst out of her chest.
Oh god, don’t move. If you move again, I won’t have the strength to carry you.
"Xiyang?"
A man in a white coat approached, and when he saw who she was carrying, his face turned grave. "Yichen, what happened?"
"Food poisoning. Please help him."
In the VIP ward, Xiao Qi looked at the man lying unconscious on the bed and asked instinctively, "Dr. Pan, is he going to die?"
"... "
Pan Sen was exasperated. "Xiyang, can’t you think before you speak? Yichen just fainted."

Xiao Qi pouted. "I... I was just worried he might..."
"Stop, stop," Pan Sen interrupted, afraid she’d say something inauspicious. "Yichen has a special allergy. He had some arrhythmia, but he’s out of danger now. Just needs to rest in the hospital for a few days and he’ll be fine. By the way, you mentioned food poisoning—what did he eat?"
It dawned on Xiao Qi then—it was her delivery that caused this...
Heavens, if word got out, would it ruin Auntie’s reputation?
How could someone so strong and imposing be brought down by a single shrimp?
No, she had to tell Auntie right away.
"I... I have something to do. I’ll be leaving now."
"Hey! Aren’t you going to stay—"
But she was already out the door.
Pan Sen shook his head helplessly. "Really, the guy’s lying in a hospital bed and she won’t even keep him company. Yichen, when you wake up, you’ll be heartbroken."

A white sedan sped off the overpass, and the man inside suddenly opened his eyes. "Xiyang—"
"You’re awake?" Pan Sen, waiting beside him, breathed a sigh of relief.
Yichen was still shaken by the dream he’d just had.
How could he have dreamed something like that?
"What was Fang Li doing?" Pan Sen helped him sit up, grumbling. "How could he let you eat something you’re allergic to? When I see him, I’ll—"
"Where’s Xiyang?"
"She already—"
"Yichen," the door opened and Joanna hurried in, her face full of concern. "Are you... feeling better?"
He showed little emotion.
Joanna looked at him for a long while. "When you were unconscious... did you remember me?"
Yichen frowned. "What happened while I was unconscious?"
"Nothing," Joanna’s eyes dimmed. "You called my name when you fainted. I thought maybe you’d fallen for me."
"Miss Qiao," Yichen decided to be clear. "There’s already someone I care about, so in the future—"
"I was just joking," Joanna forced a smile. His claim that there was someone in his heart, she dismissed as a polite brush-off—after all, there were no other women around him.
"Well, I’m glad you’re alright. I’ll be going now."
After she left, Pan Sen said with a hint of envy, "Yichen, you’ve always been popular. Back in college, so many girls liked you, and even now... But who is she?"
Yichen massaged his temple, feeling a headache. "She’s Qiao Haowei’s daughter, Joanna, the one I told you about."
"Not bad," Pan Sen smiled. "She’s quite pretty—you could—"
But a sharp look silenced him.

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At the Lin family’s mansion, Lin Bosen picked up his coat, ready to leave.
Xu Lu came in from the garden and asked, "Old Lin, where are you going?"
"Yichen had an allergic reaction. I’m going to check on him at the hospital."