The man complied, his eyes shifting from open to half-closed, watching the woman's hand in a blur from above.
She requested again, "Swallow gently."
He did the same obediently.
In her line of sight, the area at the end of the teeth was exposed due to swallowing—a small, red, inflamed spot.
Qi Sui asked him, "Is it the flu?"
The man hummed from his nose, then shook his head, indicating no.
So Qi Sui muttered to herself, "Just a common cold then."
No wonder his voice sounded a bit thick.
She raised her hand, pinched the guiding tube, being careful not to let her fingers touch any part of her superior's skin. She aimed the nozzle at the affected area and pressed gently, covering it evenly with the liquid.
He wanted to cough again.
But Qi Sui was quicker. She bent her index finger and used the knuckle to press against the man's chin, forcing him to close his mouth and hold the liquid in.
She had minimized physical contact as much as possible.
Qi Sui said succinctly, "Alright, don't open your mouth, don't swallow. Just hold it like that."
The man's eyes became misty.
His chest, along with his shoulders, trembled uncontrollably, mixed with a couple of light coughs.
He was struggling to control himself.
Qi Sui held his chin with one hand and used the other to support herself on the desk to maintain balance. After counting a few seconds, she finally relievedly lowered her hand.
Matter-of-factly, she said, "The effect of cough spray only lasts for a while. It's best to drink more warm water to soothe the throat and take appropriate medication to reduce the inflammation as soon as possible."
Before LEO could respond, Qi Sui quickly gathered the documents on the desk and held them in her arms.
"I'll head downstairs now. Regarding the documents, I'll have my colleague communicate with you."
She paused for a moment, then placed the bottle she was holding back on the desk, turned around, and left.
The casually tied high ponytail hung softly against the back of her neck, catching the man's eyes.
Until the door closed, he leaned back, relaxing into the soft backrest. He raised one hand to cover his eyes. The bitter, stinging taste in his mouth wouldn't go away, and the inflamed throat made him want to cough and swallow at the same time. He forcibly suppressed the urge.
So embarrassing.
Especially showing such disgrace in front of a subordinate, and a female one at that.
He took a deep breath, feeling that his entire throat was filled with a refreshing mint scent.
At least the afternoon meeting should be fine. It was just a discussion, and he thought his condition wasn't too bad.
The sensation of cold knuckles was still lingering on his chin.
Xiang Yu was lost in thought.
The person looked haggard and thin, but her movements were quick and decisive. He hadn't been able to see clearly with his eyes half-closed just now, only seeing those slender hands. The feeling of being controlled was very subtle to him.
His gaze fell on the bottle left on the desk.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then pinched the bottle with his fingers, opened the drawer, and threw it inside.
On the other side.
Qi Sui returned to the third floor and handed the document bearing the "LEO" signature to her colleague, who looked as if he was in deep trouble.
"LEO said you should communicate with him directly. There are still issues in the document."
She paused, then lowered her voice, "His extension is 7459."
The colleague nervously rubbed his hands and asked, "Did he say what the problem was?"
Qi Sui felt it was strange, but just shook her head, "No, he just said you should communicate with him."
The colleague let out a big sigh and began rummaging through the messy desk for materials, muttering under his breath, "Come on... I've written this document a few times now. Can't he just tell me all the problems at once?"
Then he wondered aloud, "LEO? Who's LEO? Did they change the contact person again?"
A female colleague beside him kicked the ground, swivelled her chair around, and glanced at the document spread out on the desk, looking interested: "LEO? The new deputy general manager? This project was transferred to him? Is he up to it..."
Someone chimed in, "Is our company going down the drain? A deputy general manager parachuted in?"
The female colleague chuckled lightly, "Nonsense. Even if you die, the company won't collapse."
"I heard he was sent by headquarters. His business skills are decent. The 15th-floor international department has been entirely handed over to him. Tough luck."
The female colleague glanced at the content of the document and understood, looking confident, "The international department is about to start a new business. Your document just happens to be a bottleneck for their project, and now that LEO has taken over, you're not getting out without some trouble."
The colleague wailed, "Guan Guan, Sister Guan, give me a way out. I really can't bear to revise it again."
Guan Guan's eyes flickered, and she hinted lightly, "Find someone with a relevant major."
"Let me see... medical equipment. You should find someone with a biology-related major to help you."
The speaker seemed casual, but the listener definitely took it to heart.
In the entire office, the only person whose major was related to biology was Qi Sui.