He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 228 Ayu, Be Polite

Soul-Capturing Illusion

President's Office of Yan's Group

Yan Jiayu put down the documents in his hand and rubbed his chest.

Since his sudden coma, his energy has been declining day by day.

A rhythmic knocking sounded from outside the door.

The assistant's notification sound followed immediately, "President Yan, Mr. Gu has arrived."

Yan Jiayu: "Not seen."

Gu Lige's languid voice rang out, "Yan Jiayu, open the door. If you don't want to see me, I don't want to see you either."

"If it weren't for Xiao Xuan's sake, you wouldn't have been able to persuade me to come."

"I'll count to three. If you don't open the door, I'll have to call Xiao Xuan."

Yan Jiayu: "......"

Yan Jiayu's icy voice rang out, "Let him in."

Assistant: “Yes.”

As the "ding-dong" notification sound rang out, the silver-gray glass door slowly rose.

Gu Lige walked in with her hands in her pockets, swaggering in.

Behind him was an assistant in a suit and tie, carrying a five-tiered medical kit on his back, which was 1.56 meters tall.

Yan Jiayu's lips twitched, and he tapped the mahogany table in front of him with his right hand, looking at Gu Lige with an impatient expression.

Gu Lige: "I'm telling you, that's enough. Stop giving me that sour look every time."

"We've grown tired of each other, so if you cooperate a bit, we'll spend less time together in one room."

Yan Jiayu remained silent.

My chest is aching terribly, and I'm not in the mood to talk to the other person.

After taking out the examination equipment, Gu Lige reluctantly turned her gaze to Yan Jiayu.

Upon closer inspection, the problem was immediately apparent.

Yan Jiayu's face was deathly pale, his forehead was sweating, and his pupils were dilated; it was clear that he had fallen ill again.

Gu Lige didn't have time to say anything hurtful and quickly grabbed the equipment to check.

At the same time, he turned to his assistant and said, "Call the emergency number for Luoyu Hospital and have them prepare a special ward on the top floor."

Yan Jiayu took a breath and said, "I'm not going."

Gu Lige smiled and said, "That's not up to you."

After saying that, he picked up his phone and dialed Xiao Xuan's number, turning on speakerphone with ill intent.

"Brother Gu." A clear and ethereal voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gu Lige's expression softened instantly. "Xiao Xuan."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if they were waiting for Gu Lige to continue.

A few breaths later, the boy's voice, tinged with confusion, rang out, "Brother Gu, is something the matter?"

Gu Lige glanced at Yan Jiayu, who was staring at him with a cold expression, and said with feigned distress, "Xiao Xuan, I'm in President Yan's office. He's not feeling well and refuses to go to the hospital."

A somewhat anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is this Ayu?"

Gu Lige: "Yes."

Xiao Xuan: "Brother Gu, is Ayu's condition serious? Which hospital are you going to? Is it Luo Yu? I'm coming right away."

Gu Lige plopped down on the sofa. "Yes, I've already had my assistant contact Luo Yu."

"The current difficulty is that President Yan is unwilling to go there."

"He really doesn't take care of his health, and he doesn't appreciate Xiao Xuan's feelings at all."

Gu Lige seized the opportunity to give Yan Jiayu a piece of her mind.

Yan Jiayu: "......"

He felt his chest hurt even more, from anger.

"I'll go!" Yan Jiayu said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Xuan's voice came through the phone again, "Ayu, be polite."

"Brother Gu, I'm entrusting Ayu to you. I'll be on my way right away."

Gu Lige: "Xiao Xuan, don't worry, I'm here."

"Come over slowly and be careful."

Xiao Xuan: "Okay, thank you, Brother Gu."