So red that everything is black

Chapter 92 Big Red (Thirty)
After attending several crowded gatherings in a row, Wen Xinlan first felt gastrointestinal discomfort, then dizziness, and soreness in the limbs.

Later, I had a cough, runny nose and a high fever, as if I had the flu.

She has always been in good health, writing until late at night every day. She has not been sick this winter.

But during the Spring Festival, I suddenly had free time and fell ill.

Wen's parents took their daughter to the hospital for a check-up, and the report showed it was influenza A.

Because I was afraid of injections, I only took oral medication, but the effect was not ideal.

The illness came like a mountain falling on him, and this time Wen Xinlan lay in bed at home for four or five days.

By the ninth day of the first lunar month, I was still not fully recovered. I had a constant cough and runny nose, and my head was dizzy.

House seemingly endless rain.

"Ding ding!" Wen Xinlan received a message from Wei Qingkuan on her mobile phone, asking her to go to North City for a seminar on the tenth day of the first lunar month.

This is too much!

It turns out that all capitalists are bad!

Yang Bailao can even go home and eat dumplings on New Year’s Eve!

The evil capitalists don’t even let us have a good time during the New Year!

But holding a seminar is clearly stipulated in the contract.

If you don't go, you will need to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.

After thinking it over again and again, Wen Xinlan had no choice but to support his weak body and get out of bed to pack his luggage.

Seeing this, Mr. and Mrs. Wen Hai asked with concern, "Wen Wen, are you going back to Wencheng? Since you don't have to go to work to write novels now, why don't you stay at home for a few more days?"

“Even though I don’t have to punch in at work, I still have to make money!”

Fang Jin asked: "How is your illness? I heard you coughing last night. Don't force yourself if you feel uncomfortable!"

Wen Xinlan lied, "I'm almost well. I'm fine. There's always a recovery process for a cold."

Wen Hai asked, "Will you come back after this? There are several gatherings at home in the next few days. Your uncles from other places haven't had time to come back to see you yet."

"It depends on the situation! I'm going to Beicheng this time, not back to Wencheng. We'll talk about the specific arrangements later!"

On the morning of the tenth day of the first lunar month, the old couple reluctantly sent their daughter to the high-speed rail station.

Lingcheng has a high-speed rail that goes directly to the north city, which is fast and convenient.

Wen Xinlan didn't carry much luggage with her. She had spare clothes and daily necessities stored at home, so she only needed to carry a computer bag and a small suitcase.

In previous years, when Wen Xinlan was working in the company, he could only wait until the day before New Year's Eve to go home, and rush back to North City on the sixth day of the New Year, so he could only stay for a total of seven days.

This year, Wen Hai and Fang Jin stayed for more than ten days, which was unprecedented. They had already gotten used to their daughter being by their side. Now that they were suddenly leaving, they couldn't help but feel like crying.

Wen Xinlan gave his parents a final hug and asked them to go back.

As soon as Fang Jin walked out of the station, she burst into tears and accused her husband of not taking good care of her daughter and letting her run away early.

Wen Hai also began to blame his wife, saying that she urged their daughter to get married every day and made her unhappy. Otherwise, their daughter would not have left so early and could have stayed to accompany them for a while longer.

The couple blamed each other and parted unhappily.

*
North City.

Wen Xinlan got off the high-speed train and driver Liu Yuan came to pick her up.

Fortunately, he was not the ferocious Yan Hu, otherwise he would have been even more irritated and his illness would have been made worse.

Seeing Wen Xinlan walking unsteadily, Liu Yuan asked, "Teacher Gui Fu doesn't look well? Is she carsick?"

"It's okay. I got up too early this morning and was a little sleepy in the car just now."

On the way to Menglei, Wen Xinlan put on foundation and lipstick, trying to cover up her ugly sick appearance.

After arriving at the company, no one noticed anything unusual and they were led directly into the meeting room to start work. The company staff discussed the script, revised the plot, reshaped the characters, and selected costumes, props, and background styles.

Wen Xinlan supported his head with his arms, trying not to delay everyone's progress.

But towards the end of the meeting, Wen Xinlan finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Her eyes went dark and she fell down.

Wei Qingkuan was quick to act and he grabbed her and sent her to the hospital.

"Doctor! Hurry!"

Wen Xinlan felt herself being lifted from the car onto a wheeled bed, and her blood pressure and blood oxygen levels were measured. Then, in a daze, she vaguely saw a doctor inserting a needle into her arm to draw blood.

One tube, two tubes, three tubes, four tubes.
Nine tubes, ten tubes, eleven tubes, twelve tubes
I don't know if I counted wrong or was confused, but one tube after another, it seemed like more than a dozen tubes of blood were drawn.

It's just a minor cold, is it necessary to smoke so much?
Later, Wen Xinlan heard a buzzing sound in his head, as if he was undergoing an MRI.

Later, she seemed to be pushed to do some strange examinations, and all kinds of cold instruments poked and prodded her body.

Wen Xinlan was like a small animal about to be pushed into a laboratory, and his entire body was thoroughly examined.

And then he fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, she was already lying in a VIP ward.

The sunlight shines through the blue curtains onto the bed.

Wen Xinlan squinted at her right arm and found a bruise near the needle hole.

If it was just a few blood draws, there would be nothing wrong with her arm.

Even though the company's physical examination last year added several cancer screening and infectious disease items, and a total of 8 tubes of blood were drawn, it would not have resulted in this.

Now that her arms were covered in bruises, I was afraid that the scenes in her memory were real. She really had a lot of blood drawn from her.

After trying to move his limbs, Wen Xinlan found that not only his right arm hurt, but his left arm also hurt.

When I tilted my head, I saw that my left arm was also bruised!
There was also a new piece of tape on it, as if it had just been used this morning!
Oh my god! How many tubes of blood were drawn from her?

Wen Xinlan didn’t understand what Wei Qingkuan wanted to do.
She was just one of the many co-writers in his company. Was it necessary to spend so much money and check so many projects?
Could it be that a relative of the Wei family is suffering from some serious illness and they just need to find her to match their kidney and want to donate one of her kidneys?
Or do you want to cut out her liver and dig out her heart?
Or maybe you want to extract her bone marrow?
You don't want to peel off her cornea, do you?

Could it be that Wei Qingkuan had some ulterior motive behind his special care for her?

Aisha, who was standing next to the bed, saw Wen Xinlan wake up and quickly called her boss.

At this moment, Wei Qingkuan was sitting in the dean's office, flipping through a thick stack of inspection reports.

After receiving the notice, Wei Qingkuan put down his phone and asked, "When will the remaining reports be available?"

The dean replied: "We can get some of it out tomorrow, and the rest will take 45 working days. There are a few projects that we can't do in our institute and need to be sent to other institutions. There are also two newest projects that need to be sent to Country M."

"Okay, keep it confidential and send it to my office when you have collected it."

"rest assured."

After saying that, Wei Qingkuan got up, went downstairs, walked across the corridor, and opened the door.

"how's it going?"

When a wealthy and powerful boss suddenly appears in the ward of a junior employee, it not only does not make people feel warm, but rather a little creepy.

Wen Xinlan was afraid that he could not afford the extra care beyond the scope of his job.

She quickly got up and said, "Boss Wei, I just have a cold, nothing serious, please go back! I don't want to disturb you at work."

"Don't get up. I can't afford the charge of forced labor."

The delicate relationship between online writing companies and online writers has always attracted much attention. There is no legal labor relationship between the two in name, but there is a de facto labor relationship.

There have been media reports before about online writers dying suddenly from overwork because they were forced to complete the number of words required by the website.

Book fans also made a big fuss, and it took a lot of effort to calm down public opinion.

But Wen Xinlan's intuition told him that everything Wei Qingkuan did had nothing to do with writing.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Xinlan spoke weakly, "Mr. Wei, tell me the truth, is there something your family needs that you want me to match them with?"

"What?" The man was stunned.

"Otherwise you took me to check so many projects"

Wei Qingkuan seemed to have heard a funny joke, "What are you thinking about? The female writer's thoughts are really wild and unconstrained. Are you afraid that I will cut off your kidneys?"

"I"

He sat beside her and comforted her in a deep voice: "I just hope that the health of our company's great writers will not be threatened. The company still needs to rely on you to make a profit."

"Oh"

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry, just a little thirsty."

The nurse next to him observed his expression and immediately brought a cup of warm water that was not too hot.