The fever lasted for three days and three nights, and it snowed in New York for three days and three nights.

Lewis came to the hospital on the way, but he mostly helped Ji Changmu handle affairs at EM. The progress of the branch was not going well. Many people were watching EM's every move, but the president fell ill again.

On the third day, Ji Changmu's fever subsided a little, but he felt very uncomfortable. He only ate some liquid food and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Sister Cui was extremely anxious, but just being anxious was of no use.

Lewis was also anxious, but they were helpless.

Sister Cui somehow remembered Qiao Muyuan. She remembered the little kumquat tree that Ji Changmu had taken care of for a long time in the courtyard when he came back on New Year's Eve. She cherished it very much and cut the branches and leaves herself.

She remembered that Mr. Ji and Miss Qiao bought the little kumquat tree together. Mr. Ji had Miss Qiao in mind, right?

Sister Cui was so anxious that she sought medical attention and called Qiao Muyuan.

The call was made in the afternoon. She thought Qiao Muyuan was in New York, but she didn't expect him to be in China. The little girl was sleeping. When she heard the phone ringing, she stretched out her little hand from the bed to get it without opening her eyes and her voice was confused.

"Hello……"

"Miss Qiao, I am Sister Cui, do you still remember me?"

Sister Cui?

Qiao Muyuan rubbed his eyes: "Sister Cui? What's the matter?"

"Mr. Ji had a high fever and went to the hospital on New Year's Eve. He hasn't woken up yet. I'm so anxious... Miss Qiao, would you like to come and see Mr. Ji? He is alone in the hospital and no one has come over."

"He has a fever?"

Qiao Muyuan was not in a good mood these days, because she didn't expect that Ji Changmul didn't even send her New Year's greetings, and it seemed like they really had no contact with each other.

These days, when she goes out to pay New Year greetings to her elders, she feels unhappy and loses her energy.

When she received a call from Sister Cui today, she thought she would not care, but the little girl who was always angry when getting up still sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and draped her long hair on her shoulders.

"Yes, Miss Qiao. She had a fever on New Year's Eve. It was quite serious. I woke up for half an hour today and fell asleep again. Mr. Ji was probably exhausted mentally and physically during this period and was in poor health. I don't know who to call, so,

I'll try calling you. I don't know if it disturbs you. If so, I'm sorry, I really don't know who to call."

Sister Cui was also helpless.

She definitely couldn't tell Mrs. Yang about this, but she couldn't bear to see Ji Changmu alone in the hospital.

"I'm at home..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, I thought you were in New York."

"I'll be there right away."

"No, Miss Qiao, you don't need to come over right away. I'm sorry for making you worry. I really thought you were in New York."

"Okay, Sister Cui, I'll hang up the phone first. When I get to New York, I want to eat the taro rock sugar milk balls you made. They're hot."

"Miss Qiao, be careful on the road."

Qiao Muyuan put down the phone, got up, washed up, and picked out a thick off-white down jacket.

It’s very cold in Beijing, and it’s even colder at night.

The north wind was howling outside, and the cold wind was bleak and biting. You could hear the whistling of the leaves in the house.

It's one o'clock in the night, when everything is silent.

Yesterday, she made an appointment with her brother to go to the shooting gallery during the day, but she had to break the appointment.
Chapter completed!