"So are you."

Then, he got into the driver's seat. Just like he claimed, he was just dropping her off at the hospital, which was on the way for him.

He continued sitting in the car when Melissa got out, gave her a reserved nod, and drove away.

Melissa watched the back of the car, unable to figure out what was on his mind.

It was December and the weather was freezing.

Melissa pulled her coat tighter around her and strode into the hospital. Fortunately, only a few people were present at this hour.

She quickly registered and got herself examined. Sure enough, she had caught a cold and had a fever. Her temperature was thirty-nine degrees. The doctor prescribed her some medicines and advised her to rest more and increase her fluid intake.

But Melissa didn't want her work to get affected. She said, "Please put me on an intravenous drip. That'll put me back on my feet sooner."

The doctor was taken aback.

He looked up and studied the young woman in front of him. She was gorgeous and well-dressed, appearing to be a high-end white-collar worker. He prescribed an intravenous drip and offhandedly counseled, "Just because you're young, don't push yourself too much. Someday you'll realize that no amount of money will be able to buy back your health."

Melissa gave him a composed smile.

The doctor tore off the paper from the prescription pad and directed her to the payment counter.

Ten minutes later, Melissa was quietly settled into the transfusion room, her eyes shut. She took off her coat and wrapped it around herself, but she was still shivering.

"Miss Brown," a nurse suddenly addressed Melissa softly.

Melissa opened her eyes. The nurse thrust a hot water bag into her arms and said, “Holding this might help you feel better."

Melissa was perplexed. She chalked it up to the hospital having very good service.

Meanwhile, in the director's office on the second floor of the same hospital, the hospital director was immersed in searching for the documents needed.

He smiled and nonchalantly asked, “Marcus, you're specially asking for Miss Brown's medical records. You must care a lot about her.

What happened last night then?"

Marcus sat by the window and sipped his tea.