CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 120

Bryan’s fingers froze. He glanced at her nervous little face.

If he said that work was more important, would this woman stab him with a needle?

Bryan made a wise choice. He closed the laptop, put it on the bedside table then stretched his arm toward her.

Finley checked his pulse and blood pressure.

About five minutes later, Finley came to a conclusion. “Your pulse is thin and weak, and your limbs are cold. It seems you have eaten something wrong. Open your mouth, I want to have a look.”

“No need. Prescribe me some medicine.” Bryan didn’t want to open his mouth.

“Open your mouth. I need to check the coating on your tongue.”

Finley ordered in a cold voice. Her aura was not the least bit inferior to Bryan’s.

In this place, Finley was the only one who had the guts to yell at Bryan Turner.

To her surprise, Bryan opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to cooperate with her examination.

“The coating of your tongue is thin and white, and you are sweating profusely.” Finley ranted some professional words that no one understood. Then, she leaned forward, asking, “Take off your

see if your belly is

this examination, Bryan was very cooperative. He directly pulled off

looked at his abdominal muscles,

body was

What’s going on?” Tessa

pressed her hand

pointed at Finley, scolding. Finley did not pay attention to her at all. Instead, she pressed on the left side of his stomach and

nodded with

was really serious

you eat?” Finley took out a medical record and jotted down

symptoms.

ate the peach cookies you made for him.” Tessa intervened, didn’t give Bryan the chance

himself didn’t intend to tell her what he

he ate

cuisine.

blame someone, he

“Emm…” Finley was perplexed.

would definitely throw the ugly and disgusting

to be so silly as to directly give them

he was also silly that he ate the bad products

be something wrong with what she had done that