An Han followed Nangong Chenyang's instructions and returned to the room to look for it, and indeed found a medical kit. When I opened it, I saw that the neat medical box was full of various medicines

Bruises, bandaging to stop bleeding, cold and fever, anti-inflammatory and sterilization. Digestive pantothenic acid, heart medicine, allergy medicine, all kinds of types are available.

And each medicine has a note on it, clearly stating the corresponding symptoms and dosage. Just look at the handwriting and know that he did it himself

An Han couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and picked up the fever reducer corresponding to Nangong Chenyang's symptoms, and an extracorporeal thermometer. I poured a glass of warm water and returned to Nangong Chenyang's bedroom and measured the temperature of Nangong Chenyang with my body temperature, which showed 39.5 degrees. An Han frowned: "Get up and take antipyretics"

Nangong Chenyang wanted to get up, but he was so dizzy that he almost fell back on the bed. An Han immediately put down the water cup and quickly held him up.

"Dizziness, yes, I'll help you eat"

An Han picked up the medicine and put it in Nangong Chenyang's hand, and then took the water cup and gently fed Nangong Chenyang to drink water

"Take a rest, sleep and wake up with a fever. An Han put down the water cup and carefully folded the quilt for Nangong Ha Chenyang. Strive to make the quilt have no gaps and cover some sweat.

"Xiao Han, can you wait for me to fall asleep before leaving?" Nangong Chenyang's voice was low, and he almost had a hard time saying these words

"Hmm" An Han nodded and took a stool and put it on the head of the bed. sat on the edge of Nangong Chenyang's bed.

"Don't move, don't take your hands out. ”

An Han stopped Nangong Chenyang from reaching out and holding her hand, and tucked the quilt well. And Nangong Chenyang obediently didn't dare to move.

It is too much of a drug, or it may be a dizziness caused by a fever that has been going on for too long. Nangong Chenyang didn't take long to fall asleep.

"Nangong, Nangong?" An Han whispered and saw that he didn't react, so he walked out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen

"Miss, are you hungry, do you want to eat something" Zhang's mother saw An Han coming to the kitchen, and her attitude was extremely enthusiastic. Zhang's mother liked An Han very much, because her son was sick and had no money for treatment, so she secretly cried and was discovered by An Han. soft-hearted, she helped Zhang's mother's son pay hundreds of thousands of medical expenses before saving Zhang's mother's son's life

"I want to cook some porridge"

"What porridge do you want to drink, Miss, I'll make it for you now."

Zhang's mother was very enthusiastic, as if she finally had a place to use

"No" An Han shook his head: "I want to do it myself"

"Miss makes porridge herself?" Zhang's mother almost couldn't close her mouth in surprise

"Yes. I'll do it."

"That's not going to work! What if the knife cuts into your hand!" Zhang's mother retorted without discussion

An Han ......

In the end, under An Han's disdainful efforts and persuasion, Zhang's mother finally compromised. It's up to her to chop the vegetables and cut the meat. An Han is responsible for making porridge with the finished side dishes prepared by Zhang's mother.

After an hour of boiling, An Han finally made a pot of porridge. For her, who is not proficient in cooking, she feels that she is still a little accomplished

"Mom Zhang, I'll go upstairs to see Nangong, the porridge must be kept warm. I'll call you on my landline when he wakes up."

After An Han finished instructing, he walked upstairs to Nangong Chenyang's room and saw that he was still sleeping sweetly. There was a layer of sweat on his head, and his hands couldn't control himself trying to break free from the confinement of the quilt

An Han went to the bedside and tested the temperature with an infrared forehead thermometer. It showed 37 degrees Celsius, and although there was still some heat, it had returned to the base body temperature. This temperature won't make much of a difference

Putting down the thermostat, An Han gently tucked the quilt for Nangong Chenyang. But his hand was tightly grasped.

An Han said softly: "Awake?"

"Hmm" was deep and a little hoarse