"Stop talking nonsense, go check on her."
"Alright, alright, I’m going." The man examined Lin Yixun thoroughly, and took the opportunity to scrutinize her as well.
"She’s not bad-looking, just a bit too skinny. That scar on her face is quite an eyesore. Bro, why the change in taste? You like these skinny types now?"
"None of your business." Ouyang Hao raised an eyebrow in displeasure. He could criticize Lin Yixun’s flaws, but no one else could.
He gave the man’s shoulder a forceful pat and said, "Let’s get to the point, how is she?"
The man took out a thermometer and waved it in front of Ouyang Hao’s eyes, "She’s got a fever of 39.5 degrees."
"Is that... serious?"
"Although her temperature is a bit high, it’s not too serious. Give her an IV and some medication, she should be bouncing back in a couple of days. So, don’t worry."
The man prepared the medicine and the IV for Lin Yixun, and instructed in a deep voice, "Keep a close eye on her, don’t let any air get into the IV line. When the medication is almost finished, let my assistant know."
After giving his instructions, the man prepared to leave, but was stopped by Ouyang Hao.
"You’re leaving now?"
"What else? There’s nothing more I can do here. Besides, I left my assistant with you. She’ll take care of everything, don’t worry. No problem." He still had a beauty waiting for him in bed, and if he didn’t get back soon, she would be angry.
Ouyang Hao knew what kind of guy he was, and didn’t intend to stop him. He nodded, "Alright then, I’ll walk you downstairs."
"No need, I know my way out. You stay with your beauty."
Having grown up together, Ouyang Hao wasn’t one for formalities. Since he didn’t need to see him off, he didn’t insist. He glanced at the assistant standing not far away and, finding her a bit of an eyesore, waved her off.
"Go to the guest room for now. I’ll call you if I need anything."
"Yes, Mr. Ouyang." The assistant retreated.
Lin Yixun was dazed from the fever, her body alternating between hot and cold, and she was muttering incoherently.
Ouyang Hao noticed her lips moving non-stop, so he leaned in to listen. When he caught the words, his handsome face turned dark.
"You little ingrate, huh?" Ouyang Hao glared at Lin Yixun, "Your taste is really poor. That guy with the gold-rimmed glasses, what’s so great about him that you can’t forget him? Look at you, you’ve been detained for so long, did he ever come to see you? What kind of person is that!"
Ouyang Hao had been in Beijing for some time and was unaware of Xing Yi’s car accident. To him, Xing Yi was undoubtedly a hypocritical scumbag.
The more Ouyang Hao thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. At that moment, Lin Yixun was still muttering that same name, which only added fuel to the fire.
In his frustration, he pinched Lin Yixun’s small face hard, only to find there wasn’t any flesh to pinCH. Frustrated, he got up and walked towards the door, howling towards the guest room before heading to the guitar room.
Artists or writers like them often need inspiration to create. He used to look for inspiration by racing or partying wildly. Now he found that he didn’t need to look for inspiration outside. The frustration Lin Yixun caused him was his inspiration!
Soon, the floor of the guitar room was littered with crumpled paper balls. Ouyang Hao, annoyed, realized that after all that effort, he hadn’t written a single satisfactory song.
What frustrated him even more was why he was staying up in the guitar room in the middle of the night. He should be sleeping in the master bedroom right now.