78: The injection doesn't hurt at all.

Shen Yuan's cheeks were flushed, and her face was full of exhaustion. First, she was freezing in the factory, and now she was enjoying the warm air in the Laboratory. The sudden change from cold to hot made her face ache and itch.

"Boss, I'm so sleepy!" Shen Yuan looked at the dark night outside the window, her eyelids barely able to stay open.

Tian Ming was still producing parts, which he had separated into large and small piles, stacked to one side.

Tian Ming turned his head and looked at Shen Yuan's flushed face, feeling that something was off with this girl today.

Tian Ming put down the part in his hand and walked over to Shen Yuan. He reached out and felt Shen Yuan's forehead, his brows instantly furrowing.

Shen Yuan's forehead was very hot; she clearly had a fever. She looked at Tian Ming, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Your face is like a monkey's butt, so hot it could boil water, and you still have the nerve to smile?" Tian Ming scolded.

"No need to make a fuss, it's just a slight cold from getting chilled."

Shen Yuan chuckled twice and stood up. Suddenly, she felt the entire Laboratory spin, her vision went black, and she fell backward.

Tian Ming was quick-witted and reached out to support her.

"Why didn't you say something if you couldn't hold on? I'll take you to Dr. Wu's." Tian Ming's tone carried a hint of reproach.

"It's fine, a cold is a self-limiting illness, it'll get better on its own. I just stood up too fast; I'll be fine after a good sleep." Shen Yuan was still trying to be strong. These past few days, she had been deciphering data day and night. This young girl worked harder than anyone.

"At a time like this, you're still spouting theories to me, what straight lines and curves? Come on, let's go get a shot!"

"It's self-limiting, not stra— oh! What are you doing?"

Shen Yuan didn't finish her sentence before Tian Ming picked her up in one swift motion. She wasn't heavy, but her face became even redder at this moment.

"Boss, I'm really fine..."

"Shut up, you. So wordy, trying to show off your vast knowledge, are you? If you're sick, you need to get treated. Why babble on about so many messy theories?"

Under Tian Ming's scolding, Shen Yuan obediently closed her mouth. But somehow, she felt so warm inside, a warmth she had never experienced before.

Central Building, Wu Cuiling's Clinic.

A knock came at the door, and a moment later, Wu Cuiling's voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

Tian Ming's voice instantly roused Wu Cuiling, who had been half-asleep. She quickly got up, tucked her son in, entered the Clinic, and opened the door.

As the highest-level medical personnel in the Shelter, Wu Cuiling's Clinic and her living quarters were combined, personally renovated by Tian Ming.

This was the special treatment for talented individuals in the Shelter; Wu Cuiling's treatment was even slightly better than that of the Talent Building.

After opening the door, Wu Cuiling looked at Tian Ming outside and was momentarily stunned.

"Boss, it's so late, you..." Wu Cuiling's words trailed off when she saw Tian Ming holding Shen Yuan in his arms. Shen Yuan's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't look well.

Tian Ming glanced at Wu Cuiling and walked directly into the Clinic.

"Fever?" Wu Cuiling asked, reaching out to touch Shen Yuan's forehead.

Shen Yuan was drowsy at this moment, squinting at Dr. Wu and smiling.

"Hello, Sister Cuiling!"

"No more 'sister', you're getting delirious from the fever. Boss, put her on the sickbed." Wu Cuiling said.

Tian Ming nodded and placed Shen Yuan on the sickbed. Then he pulled over a blanket. Feeling the blanket wasn't very clean, he directly replicated a new one.

Wu Cuiling began to busy herself, taking out a mercury thermometer and directly placing it under Shen Yuan's armpit. The cold sensation made Shen Yuan shiver involuntarily.

Since it was someone Boss personally brought, Wu Cuiling naturally didn't dare to be negligent. She first gave her some fever-reducing medicine, then checked her temperature: thirty-nine point seven degrees Celsius.

Wu Cuiling shook her head and said, "The fever is quite high, a severe cold. We'll give you a shot in the butt later."

Shen Yuan's flushed face showed a strange expression: "Can I not get a shot in the butt?"

Tian Ming glared at Shen Yuan and said, "When you're here, you have to listen to Dr. Wu. Even I have to listen to her."

"But, but I'm scared of shots in the butt," Shen Yuan said with a tearful voice.

Tian Ming found it both exasperating and amusing. Such a grown-up, and still afraid of shots?

Wu Cuiling smiled and said, "It's okay, my technique is good, it'll be over in a flash." As she spoke, she walked over with a syringe.

Shen Yuan was extremely nervous. She turned her body sideways and grabbed Tian Ming's hand. Her clear, watery eyes looked at Tian Ming.

"You're acting like a child right now!" Tian Ming couldn't bear to mock her. He could feel that Shen Yuan was truly afraid.

"Relax, think of something happy," Wu Cuiling said.

"Boss, you're not allowed to look." Shen Yuan was a little embarrassed. Although it was only pulling down her pants a little, Tian Ming was sitting on this side of the sickbed and couldn't see anyway.

Tian Ming smiled: "Then I'll go out?"

"No, don't go out! Just close your eyes." Shen Yuan didn't let go of his hand, still turned sideways.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan's body tensed, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Alright, it's done. You'll need an IV later. Didn't I say it wouldn't hurt?" Wu Cuiling comforted her.

"It hurt, how could it not hurt?" A tear from Shen Yuan's eye dropped onto Tian Ming's hand with a plop.

Wu Cuiling went to the pharmacy to prepare the medicine, while Shen Yuan still clung tightly to Tian Ming's hand.

A faint smile appeared on Tian Ming's lips. Seeing Tian Ming smile, Shen Yuan said weakly, "Laugh, you're still laughing. Is it that amusing to see me make a fool of myself?"

Tian Ming stopped laughing and said, "You, you're a bit delicate. Oh no, too delicate. No wonder you were talking about self-limiting illnesses to me. Aren't you just afraid of shots?"

"What do you mean 'afraid'? It's terror, terror of shots," Shen Yuan said with a wronged expression.

"You'll have an IV later, are you scared of that?"

"That's a bit better," Shen Yuan said.

After a while, Dr. Wu came with the IV bottles, six in total. After some fuss, they were finally hung up.

"Boss, you should go to sleep. I'll watch over her." Wu Cuiling stared at the medicine bottles, adjusting the drip speed.

But Shen Yuan looked at Tian Ming with a pitiful expression, clearly wanting him to stay with her.

Tian Ming said to Wu Cuiling, "You go to sleep. I don't sleep much these days. When it's time to change the medicine, I'll do it."

A smile appeared on Shen Yuan's tired face. It seemed Boss understood what she meant after all.

Wu Cuiling, being an experienced person, naturally understood Boss's meaning in the middle of the night. Moreover, who was Sister Shen? She was one of the few highly skilled intellectual talents in the Shelter.

"Boss, in one hour, take her temperature. If it's below thirty-eight degrees, she doesn't need to take the fever-reducing medicine. If it hasn't gone down, take it again."

Tian Ming frowned and asked, "Is it safe to take so much?"

Wu Cuiling smiled slightly: "It's safe, don't worry."

"Alright, I understand." Tian Ming nodded.

Wu Cuiling smiled and turned to go back to her room to rest. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, Sister Shen Yuan is really something, so highly valued by Boss.

Now, only Tian Ming and Shen Yuan were left in the entire ward.

Shen Yuan looked at Tian Ming, her gaze extremely gentle, like a docile kitten. Tian Ming, however, felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Stop looking, go to sleep. Damn it, you're giving me goosebumps with all that staring."

"Hehe...!" Shen Yuan laughed, appearing somewhat carefree, and then obediently closed her eyes.