Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Hearing the meaning of Seasonal Warm, Feng Ling said: “Those people we will investigate, now we have another group of people, rest assured. ”

Shortly afterwards, the doctor came out of the ward and said that the fever needle had been applied before Mojing Deep Tree, but the fever was still obvious. The temperature was only below 39 degrees, and the fever was still high. In the next few hours, before the fever was completely quenched, someone needed to take care of him all night, make a physical cooldown for him, and also provide him with regular warm water to drink.

Season Warm is here, naturally no one will rob her of this task to do.

When the night was quiet, Nanheng returned to the base, Feng Ling rested on the bench outside the ward, and the room was quiet.

Mo Jing is still asleep. Unlike his face when the fever was constantly high before, his body temperature has now dropped slightly. The man's face, which has always been beautiful and beautiful, is pale. He sleeps too quietly. Seasonal warmth only feels more anxious in his heart. I don't know when this injury will be completely good.

He reached out and touched his forehead, and it was still hot.

Season warmed up and went outside the door to bring in the new ice bag that the nurse had just sent and put it in his hand for a while before placing it carefully on his head.

Though Mo Jingdeep was sleepy, he seemed to sleep unsteady, because his head uploaded coolly and inadvertently frowned. Season Warm gently placed his hands on his shoulder, patting him gently and saying: “You are having a fever, sleep peacefully, now you need not worry about anything, you just need to sleep well and burn down as soon as possible. ”

I don't know if her words worked, or if Mo Jingdeep wasn't too sober. Shortly after the voice fell, the man's breathing returned evenly and he was already asleep.

If it wasn't for his pale face that he was really worried, Seasonal Warm would still feel a little adorable.

He looks completely different when he falls asleep than when he wakes up, and I'm afraid few people in the world have the opportunity to see such fragile silence and unprotected depth of ink.

Seawarm pulled a chair over, sat beside the bed, touched his head and hands from time to time, and measured his temperature with an electronic thermometer from time to time.

After two consecutive hours of trying to feed him warm water and wiping his hands and neck with a towel of warm water to dissipate heat, Ink's temperature finally dropped to about 37 degrees.

Make sure he doesn't burn anymore, season warm carefully take the ice bag from his head, then gently wipe his face, and finally sit by the hospital bed and watch him sleep through the light in the room.

The man's face was still not bloody, but he lay quietly in bed. The bruises on his eyebrow bones had disappeared a few days earlier, and his clean appearance was unknown and morbidly beautiful.

Considering that this man stood in her ward during the day and had no feelings for Su Zhi Lan when he met any old people, he was even indifferent as if he could isolate all but her.

Seasonwarm held his chin with one hand, leaned against the bed, watched the man's sleeping face, and then held his hand gently, slowly and gently clasped his fingers with his five fingers, palms attached to his palms.

……

Seasonal warmth didn't know how she fell asleep. When she suddenly woke up, she felt a little heavy on her head. She raised her eyes violently and ran into a man's inky eyes.

“When did you wake up?” I could feel his hand touching her head sometime. Season warm sat up busily, then lifted his hand and gently pulled it down. I touched the temperature on his hand to make sure he didn't burn again. I was relieved: “I actually fell asleep. Wait a minute, I'll call a doctor. ”

“You don't have to call a doctor. You've got a fever. What do you want them to do?” Mo Jing held her hand deeply and did not let her go.

“You had a high fever last night and it didn't come down until the second half of the night. Now let the doctor come and check it out...”

“It's just inflammation of the wound, just a few more days of anti-inflammatory medication, two more days of needles, no need to make such a fuss.” A man's voice is dumber than the other day, but the words are clear: “Take care of me all night, you forget you're pregnant? ”

“There are senior nurses in the hospital, but if the nurses are here, I won't be able to come back to see you, and you burned too badly last night. I can't sleep here at all, so I'd rather stay here and watch over you.” Seasonal warmth smiled, his hands habitually touched his forehead again.

“Then I'll send Feng Ling to buy some food.” It's okay to touch his temperature. Season warmed up and sat beside him like a sigh. Then he rubbed his face in his palm. Covered his eyes and said: “Don't you ever do this again. You were afraid of inflammation now. You pulled out the anti-inflammatory needle directly. In fact, whether Miss Su or anyone else, it's okay. Even if you protect my heart, you have to see if my body can eat or not now. I'm not a little white flower that can easily be bullied to the head. If I'm firm enough, no one can do anything about me. But it's you. Now it hurts like this. You must be the first one to fall in the wind. You must be the one who stood outside, and you must be a little bit harsh now, okay? ”

“You say it as if I've been seventy years old and eighty years old and can't get out of bed without getting hurt. I'm not that vulnerable.” Men smile lightly.

“Tsk, then you have the ability to get out of bed. You have the ability not to inflame the wound. The inflammatory fever is worse than the usual cold fever. It's really scary to be unconscious until 40 degrees.” Seasonal Warm picks up a note from a hospital next door that says the temperature she recorded last night when she helped him measure his temperature several times: “See for yourself, if I burn this, would you be angry that I don't care about my body? ”

Mo Jing looked deeply at her eyes and no longer argued with her. She patted her hand lightly. "Where's Nan Heng? ”

“He went back to the base last night, and now I don't know if he's at the hospital. Did you look for him?” Seasonal Warm put the signature back in and turned around and poured him a glass of warm water.

“Well, you took care of me all night here last night. Get some rest today and call Nan Heng. ”

“Okay, I'll call him later. You just lie down and don't move.” Seasonal warmth took the cup and fed him several sips with a spoon of water.

Mo Jingshen was a little helpless because of her careful water feeding move, and Seasonal Warm is now really a little obsessed with feeding him this kind of thing.

Until he was sure he was almost drunk, Seasonal Warm didn't get up to go out with his phone and call for a seal that was kept outside.