"Why don't you sleep for a while?" Millie whispered advice.

There is a sofa in the ward, Wang Zhao can lie on it and sleep, rest and rest, of course, it is best to let Wang Zhao go out and find a hotel room or something like that to rest, but obviously Wang Zhao will not agree.

"I'm not sleepy, let's apply the medicine first." Wang Zhao came over and sat down and said.

Millie thought for a moment and whispered, "I'm still quite hungry, why don't I eat another bowl of that rice cereal?" Shall we have one and a half? Da"

Wang Zhao stared at her, nodded at the end, put the tray in his hand on the bedside table on the side, reached over and rubbed her hair, and his voice was soft: "If you are so obedient to eat well, I will serve it to you." ”

After saying that, he walked out.

Millie actually didn't want to eat a bite, but she remembered that the little nurse said that Wang Zhao hadn't eaten for two days, so just one and a half, right? Two people eat together.

Wang Zhao brought rice cereal, and the two of them divided it one bite at a time, Millie lay on the bed, and Wang Zhao applied medicine to her.

Millie was drowsy and confused for a while, opened her eyes, saw that Wang Zhao was still next to her, and pointed to the sofa over there: "You go there to sleep for a while, I can still see you when I wake up." ”

Wang Zhao seemed to have a smile on the corner of his lips, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

But if she didn't move, Millie was about to sit up again, but Wang Zhao held her down, and her voice was helpless: "Okay, I'll go sleep over there, you lie down, I will see you when I wake up." ”

***

It was fine during the day, but at night she began to have a fever, Millie was dizzy, the whole person only felt cold, the world was spinning, her mind seemed to be boiling porridge, chaotic, the whole person was dizzy, and her eyes were dry.

The hanging bottle of fever was playing, but he was still drowsy, and he vomited out a little food in the evening, lying on the bed, unable to sleep if he wanted to, and the discomfort in his chest surged upwards one after another.

The doctor has come to see it, saying that it is a fever caused by inflammation of the wound, and he has taken a fever reduction injection, the problem is not big, but the low-grade fever cannot go down temporarily, as long as the fever is not high to 39 degrees, it is not recommended to take antibiotics again.

In the dark night, Wang Zhao took a thermometer and guarded Miri's bed, taking Miri's temperature every hour.

Millie slept groggily and uncomfortably, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she didn't sleep steadily, she moved from time to time, and wanted to turn over, but with a hanging bottle in her hand, Wang Zhao could only press her and not allow her to move.

After a while, she was hot and wanted to kick off the quilt in a daze, so Wang Zhao had to pull the quilt again and again to cover her again.

In the second half of the night, there was more sweat on her forehead, Wang Zhao looked at the thermometer, Millie's body temperature dropped slightly, 38 degrees, she settled down a little, and her brows were not wrinkled.

Wang Zhao wiped Millie's forehead with a wet towel, Millie sighed comfortably, opened her eyes in a daze, her vision was a little blurry, and she settled on Wang Zhao's face in front of her.

"You go to sleep, I'm fine." Millie spoke, her voice tinged with indescribable weariness.

When she was a little sober, she remembered that Wang Zhao hadn't rested much these days, and she barely curled up on the sofa in the afternoon and slept for a while, and at night she had a fever again, she could more or less hear some noises around her, but she didn't want to open her eyes in a daze.

Wang Zhao held a wet towel in his hand and gently wiped off the beads of sweat from her ears and temples.

Millie still wanted to persuade him to go to sleep for a while, but she was fine, but before she could speak, her stomach "growled" twice.

At noon she ate two and a half bowls of porridge, and at night she vomited again, and now that the fever has subsided a little, her stomach is uncontrollably hungry.

The room was exceptionally quiet in the middle of the night, and the little noise was very clear.

Millie looked at Wang Zhao with some embarrassment and whispered, "I'm hungry." ”

Because of the low-grade fever, her cheeks were crimson, her eyes were also hazy, and her lips were slightly open, like red cherries, so attractive.

Wang Zhao's eyes seemed to be burned, he turned his head to look away, licked his lips invisibly, and his voice was a little indescribably low: "Okay, you wait for me." ”

After saying that, he strode out of the door, as if fleeing.

Millie eagerly waited for Wang Zhao to come back, and the sound of her footsteps was indeed very fast, but unfortunately, it was still rice cereal.

Raising the head of the bed to make Millie sit up, looking at Millie's disappointed eyes, Wang Zhao scooped a spoonful and held it to Millie's lips, and persuaded in a low voice: "Good, it's delicious, when you get better, I'll take you back to eat delicious." ”

It's like a little girl.,Obedient to the tone of candy.。

Millie glanced at Mi Chai, no matter what, she was very useful to Wang Zhao's tone, and liked to coax her softly like this, and thought that he was looking for someone to specialize in these things