My Wife's Lover Traded Me for Liquor, and I Was Sent to the ICU

"Let it go. He didn't mean to."

I was lying in the intensive care unit, still feverish, my heartbeat only just brought back under control.

"Didn't mean to?" I stared at her. "I almost died."

Guo Xiaoke stood beside my bed, keeping her voice low. "Zhisheng, don't make a big deal out of this. He's new to the company and doesn't know any better."

"Doesn't know any better?" I gave a laugh, my throat hurting like it was tearing apart. "I told you I was taking cephalosporins."

The man by the door hung his head. Yin Xiangshuo, a promising new hire in the company's sales department, was a top-school graduate with a bright future.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry," he said. "I was only trying to liven things up...