Doctor Zhang put away the tools, "The second young master's body is a little weak, and he is malnourished at times, resulting in weakness, and the reason why he suddenly has a fever this time should be caused by the sudden cooling of qi." ”

Jiang Ru was suspicious, there was no warning when he left Ping'an in the morning, and he suddenly fell ill in the afternoon, if it was caused by a sudden cooling, it would be too unreasonable.

But she's not a doctor after all, so it's hard to interject.

Jiang Ru pondered how she could find an excuse to learn some medical skills.

She watched some online classes and memorized some "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" when she was fine at home, but no one taught her, and it was a bit of a big headache just to study by herself.

Dr. Zhang didn't leave that night, so he stayed at Zhen's house.

After all, Zhen Ping'an has a serious fever, and there is no doctor there, which makes people feel uneasy.

As the liquid medicine entered the blood vessels, Zhen Ping'an's body temperature slowly dropped, and when Jiang Ru touched his forehead again, it was not so hot.

She had been sitting on the side, wiping Zhen Ping'an's lips with a clean wet wipe from time to time.

The fever caused him to lose water in his body quickly, his lips were dry, and he began to dry out and crack if he didn't pay attention to it.

Zhen Ping'an had a fever, felt uncomfortable, as if there were ants crawling on his body, and wanted to move, but he was weak.

In this way, he has been groggy, hovering in the gap between wakefulness and coma, unable to wake up and unable to sleep.

His soul seemed to be bound to a shell, and he was like a bystander, able to feel the discomfort of his own body and the movements of the outside world.

Whenever he felt like he was dry like a fish, someone fed him water, moistened his lips, and brought him back to life.

The gentle movements seemed to be treating a rare treasure, gently and gently, for fear of shattering.

Who is it?

A figure vaguely appeared in his mind, but he immediately denied it.

That person would only be so gentle with his brother, right?

In a daze, he thought of the first time he came.

The sunshine of that one is very good, like in a fairy tale, very gentle and brilliant.

After eating, he went back to his room.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from downstairs, so he opened the curtain and peeked out.

It's my mother who is wiping my brother's sweat, so gentle and gentle, not at all as cold as at the dinner table.

The setting sun sprinkled on them reminded him of the picture of the Virgin Mary he had seen, and people couldn't help but yearn for it when they saw it.

He longed for it in his heart, but when he saw the same scene, the ugliness in his heart became more and more obvious, and he was mad with jealousy.

Why not mine......

"Mom."

Jiang Ru was reading a book with his mobile phone when he heard Zhen Ping'an's murmuring voice.

It was loud, but since there was no one else in the room, she could hear it right.

She looked at Zhen Ping'an, she didn't wake up, she was just talking nonsense.

She didn't think much about it, just like she used to take care of her daughter, she patted his hand gently, and said, "Mom is here, don't be afraid." Mommy is here. ”

Perhaps it was a response, Zhen Ping'an felt that his body was slowly gaining strength.

"Mom's ......"

He subconsciously screamed again.

Jiang Ru fed a little water, pulled the quilt up, and patted the quilt: "Ping An and good, mom is here, mom is with you, the illness will soon be gone." ”

As she spoke, she hummed a song.

It was his mother's voice, Zhen Ping'an heard singing in the dark, and couldn't help but run along with the song.

After running for a long time, he felt sweaty and exhausted, and he didn't get out of the darkness, and finally he could only fall into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ru felt Zhen Ping'an's struggle, so he held his infusion hand with one hand to prevent him from breaking free from the needle, and gently patted the quilt with the other hand to comfort him.

It didn't take long for him to stop.

Seeing this, Jiang Ru took a basin of water and wiped the sweat off his body.

After that, he changed a towel and put it on his head to make him more comfortable.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Ru took out his mobile phone with his other hand and continued to read.

I can't sleep now, and I have to wait for his fever to go to school

The housekeeper asked the maid to come in and watch, but Jiang Ru refused.

This is a good opportunity for Zhen Ping'an to open his mind, how can he let others come?

Besides, it's still a question of whether those servants can do their best.

After the infusion was finished, Jiang Ru anxiously helped Zhen Ping'an pull out the needle and held it tightly with a cotton swab.

After waiting two minutes, she let go and applied a medical tape.

Zhen Ping'an's hands are really thin, not like an eighteen-year-old child at all.

When Jiang Ru held his wrist, it felt like he was holding a bamboo pole.

She took off the towel and touched Zhen Ping'an's forehead, the fever had subsided, and there was only a little blush left on her face.

Changed another towel, put his hand in the quilt, covered him with the quilt, Jiang Ru pressed his temples again, and began to read again.

Seeing that it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, Eleven was a little worried about Jiang Ru's body.

[Host, are you going to stay awake all night?] Your body can't hold on. ］

Jiang Ru pressed his somewhat dazed head, closed his eyes and massaged for a while, so he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

But even so, she was still drowsy and had a headache.

Hearing Eleven's words, she immediately said angrily: [Who is to blame for this?] I used to stay up two or three all night, where would it be like now! ］

In a drowsy state, a wave of anger rose in her heart.

She couldn't help but suspect that the system was intentional at all. It's because she picked up a loophole in the system before and crossed the system to take things from the system space, so she deliberately wanted to weaken her soul strength.

Eleven didn't dare to reply, after all, he was to blame for this.

Throughout the night, Jiang Ru forced himself to remain semi-conscious, touching Zhen Ping'an's forehead at any time and changing his towel.

Fortunately, the fever did not recur after it subsided, otherwise I would have to see the doctor again.

In the morning, it was cloudy, and the light from the outside penetrated through the gaps.

The air conditioner in the room was left on all the time, causing a layer of fog to form on the windows.

Zhen Ping'an opened his eyes in a daze and woke up.

He saw the star and moon lamps hanging on the blue flower board, and his head could not turn for a moment.

Where is this? It feels so familiar.

His head was uncomfortable, and he moved his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand was suppressed.

He struggled to turn his head to see a man lying on the edge of his bed, a long white blanket draped over her back, her hair covering her face, but it felt familiar to him.

Subconsciously, he shouted, "Mom? ”

Jiang Ru heard the voice, sat up, opened his eyes wide, and the white blanket on his back suddenly slid onto Lin.

"Are you awake? Hungry or not? I'll bring you something to eat. Then she picked up the blanket, folded it, and put it on the stool next to her.

"Hmm." Zhen Ping'an nodded lightly.

He quietly looked at Jiang Ru, thinking absentmindedly: Mother's eyes are red, like rabbits.