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

me see if your belly is swollen or not.”

Bryan was very cooperative. He directly pulled off his shirt, revealing his

looked at his abdominal muscles, gulping her

man’s body was really amazing.

heard that you weren’t fine. What’s going on?”

pressed her hand on

Tessa pointed at Finley, scolding. Finley did not pay attention to her at all. Instead, she pressed on the left side of his stomach and asked him, “Is there any swelling

nodded with a sullen

she was really serious and meticulous. She

eat?” Finley took out a medical record and jotted

symptoms.

cookies you made for him.” Tessa intervened, didn’t give Bryan

tell

ate it, he clearly knew that it

cuisine.

wanted to blame someone, he should

was

definitely throw the ugly and disgusting peach cookies she made into

her to be so silly as to directly

he was also silly that he ate the

with what she had done that