At dawn, the light in the room was not too strong.

"Hmmm......"

Beads of sweat oozed from Yuchen's forehead, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, his dry and gray lips opened a slit slightly, he was so lightheaded that he couldn't bear it, and he unconsciously let out a groan of pain.

He lay on his side, his back arched, and the distance between the double bed seemed to be separated by the Milky Way.

Luo Xuan slept early, and her consciousness gradually woke up at this time, and after a while, she felt the tremor of the big bed again, and she simply turned on the table lamp.

Looking sideways at Yuchen, she found that his face was pale and cold sweat was dripping, and her heart was subconsciously tightened.

"Yuchen, what's wrong with you?"

The slender hand climbed on his shoulder, through a thin cotton pajamas, the abnormal body temperature burned Luo Xuan's hand, and the next moment, she hurriedly flipped him over and lay flat.

His discomfort, his embarrassment, she knew it at a glance.

Luo Xuan probed his forehead temperature with the back of her hand, it was ridiculously hot, she was startled, and she was ready to get out of bed.

When her gaze was withdrawn, she swept over Yuchen's slightly held left hand, and the red marks revealed made her pupils shrink, what was going on?

The left hand was spread out, and the scar in the palm of the hand was too obvious, piercing her eye like a needle.

When was he injured? In an instant, Luo Xuan was angry, was he a stupid person, he didn't even treat the wound before sleeping, he didn't even apply medicine, he deserved the wound to be inflamed, causing a fever, and burning him to death.

Although she scolded in her heart, the distress and worry in her eyes were real.

"Yuchen, wake up...... Wake up......" Luo Xuan patted his cheek, trying to wake him up, but his consciousness was too drowsy, and his ink eyes were opened, as if covered with a layer of white mist, revealing obvious weakness in his daze.

She had no choice but to help him lie down, get up and go to the bathroom.

A towel soaked in cold water was folded into blocks and applied to his forehead to relieve his body temperature.

Yuchen's frowning eyebrows slowly stretched, his lips were dry and skinned, and he really didn't look like his handsome image, a little dazzling.

With his appearance, Luo Xuan didn't dare to delay too much, and hurriedly left the room.

There is no medical kit in the bedroom, so I have to look downstairs.

Last night, Uncle Yao put the medicine box on the coffee table in the living room downstairs, and when she went downstairs, she saw it.

Luo Xuan took the medicine box and hurriedly went upstairs.

Just paying attention to the speed, he almost collided with Yu Ling, who was about to go downstairs.

Yu Ling was wearing a white tracksuit, sneakers, and a brand new towel hanging around his neck, which was obviously a morning run and exercise.

"What's the matter, Yuchen is injured?"

Yu Ling's black eyes shining like obsidian locked on the medicine box in Luo Xuan's hand, she was not injured, then only Yuchen was injured, but how could Yuchen be injured?

Luo Xuan hummed and said, "Well, his left hand is injured, he didn't take medicine, and he has a fever." ”

"Then I'll call Zhou Yi and ask him to come over." As he spoke, Yu Ling had already turned out Zhou Yi's number and pressed it.

Zhou Yi is the head of the private medical team of the Royal Family, with excellent medical skills, and is very valued by the old man, although the relationship between Yuchen Yuling and Zhou Yi is a patron, he is actually a friend and brother.

"It's fine." Luo Xuan nodded, and then said, "I'll go back to the room first and treat his wounds first." ”

Yu Ling didn't have the heart to run in the morning, so he simply went back to the room and changed into a set of casual clothes, and sat in the living room waiting for Zhou Yi.