Rong Guan Guan said breathlessly: "My brother is sick. ”

"Wait a minute."

Xu Tanxi went to get the medicine box.

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There were no lights on in the room, it was dim and dim.

The boy pushed the door in, and the light in the corridor came in, and he saw the house in a mess, and saw his mother lying on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.

"Mom."

He shouted, his body trembling, his feet moving closer.

"Mom."

The man in the pool of blood was motionless.

Crunch.

The boy turned around, the door slowly closed, and he saw a man behind it......

"Rong Li."

He didn't wake up, struggling in his dreams.

"Rong Li."

Xu Tanxi reached out to touch his forehead.

He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed her hand, and with his other hand reached the dagger under the pillow, grabbing the person and pressing the blade against her throat.

A strand of green silk was instantly cut off and landed on the back of the knife.

"It's me."

Rong Li raised his eyes, and in the dim light, he could see Xu Tanxi's face clearly, as well as the outline reflected in her eyes.

He lost his mind for a moment, and stared at her blankly.

"Sir."

Xu Tanxi called, his wrist was still held by him, and the temperature of his palm was very high, hot and hot.

He was having a fever.

Rong Li came back to his senses, immediately let go, put the dagger away, and pressed it back under the pillow, his eyes were clear, cold and indifferent, and there was an obvious guard in it: "Who asked you to come up?" ”

Xu Tanxi was a little distracted, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on his wrist, which was red, and there were fingerprints left by him, and the traces were very faint.

"I called Sister Xu here." Rong Guanguan held a glass of water in his hand, "Brother, you are sick." ”

I don't know if it's because of the fever, Rong Li's eyes are a little damp, the redness is obvious, and his voice is also hoarse: "Go out." ”

"Oh."

Rong Guanguan put the water cup on the table and went out.

Rong Li raised his head: "You go out too." ”

He took off his sweatshirt and threw it at the end of the bed, his white short sleeves wet with cold sweat, his lips were a little dry and bloodless, and sweat rolled through his Adam's apple.

The windows in the room were all nailed and depressing. Xu Tanxi opened the medicine box: "I am a doctor." ”

As soon as she took out the thermometer, Rong Li leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled the thermometer away, the slender one turned around between his fingers, facing down vertically, and then he let go, and the thermometer slipped vertically into the pocket of her coat, and he sat back: "I didn't call a doctor." ”

He's chasing customers.

Xu Tanxi has a good temper and patience: "You have a fever." ”

He raised his hand, brushed off the strand of green silk that had fallen on the quilt and was cut off by him, and repeated: "I didn't call a doctor." ”

"It's supposed to be a high fever, your hands are hot." There was a difference between men and women, she didn't get too close, and at a distance, she asked him softly, "Are there any other symptoms?" Does it hurt to have a headache? ”

Rong Li raised his head and met her gaze, his voice was not loud, and his tone was domineering: "Didn't you hear me?" ”

I don't know if it's because of illness, he didn't hold his temper at all, his attitude was indifferent, he refused to be close to people, and there was aggression in his eyes.

Like a hedgehog.

If it weren't for him, if it weren't for his illness, Xu Tanxi wouldn't have stayed in this room alone, wouldn't have been in the same room with the opposite sex, and wouldn't have refused to leave in every possible way.

"I hear you." This is the first time she has played tricks, the first time she has spoken in a tough tone, regardless of etiquette, "I have studied a little Chinese medicine, sir, offended." ”

She took a step forward, stooping suddenly.

Rong Li retreated, like a conditioned reflex, and was a little embarrassed: "Xu Tanxi-"

She reached out and put her hand around his wrist.

She must have no temper at all on weekdays, and she certainly doesn't often argue with others, and her face is red: "You grabbed my hand just now, you have to pay me back." ”

Rong Li froze as he withdrew his hand.

Okay, give her back one time.

She put her fingers on the pulse of his wrist and lowered her eyes, as she bent over, the hair pinned to her ears fell and covered her blushing ears.

Her fingers were very cold, and her body was dyed with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers from nowhere.

"Do you usually sleep very little?"

Rong Li burned badly, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus tugged at his sense of smell, making him a little in a trance: "Hmm." ”

He had long-term insomnia, and if he didn't take sleeping pills, he would either not be able to sleep or have nightmares.

"The fever is caused by a chill." Xu Tanxi finished his pulse, withdrew his hand, and took a step back, "I don't have much spare medicine here, if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, you must go to the hospital." ”

The room was dimly lit, and his eyes were always subconsciously chasing the person who could see him clearly.

She took out two jars of medicine from the medicine box, as well as a pen, lowered her head quietly, and wrote on the bottle: "I have written the dosage on the bottle." She put down the medicine and put away the medicine box, "Sir, don't take too many sleeping pills." ”

After that, she left.

Rong Li glanced at the table, his sleeping pills were placed in the corner of the table, and there were two bottles of medicine she left on the table, and a glass of water that Rong Guan put on the table.

He lay down, closed his eyes, and within five minutes, opened his eyes again, touched his phone, started a game, caught a tree, and fired a shot.

After he died five times in the game, Rong Guan came to pass.

"Brother, I've brought you soup."

Rong Li was driving in the game, and his teammates called him from behind, but he ignored it: "Where did you come from?" ”

Rong Guanguan held the bowl and cautiously, for fear of spilling: "Sister Xu boiled it." ”

It is red date ginger soup.

Rong Li didn't look at his phone, but looked at the bowl of soup that was not good-looking: "I don't drink it." ”

Rong Guanguan stretched out his hand to give the soup to his brother, coaxing like Grandma Taoshui coaxing her grandson: "It's very sweet, there's a lot of brown sugar in it." ”

Rong Li: "Take it away." ”

Rong Guanguan sighed: "My hands are so sore." ”

His brother didn't answer yet.

"Brother, my hand is going to be sore."

Rong Li parked the car in the game on the side of the road and picked it up.

Rong Guanguan saw that the water on the table had not moved, so he went to bring the medicine bottle over: "Brother, I still need to take medicine." ”

Rong Li glanced at the words on the bottle: "Is she gone?" ”

She?

Oh, Sister Xu.

"Nope."

The character in the game snorted and was sniped to death.

Rong Li threw the phone aside, poured out a few pills, swallowed the ginger soup, drank it, put on the sweatshirt, and went downstairs.