Jiang Yu originally wanted to say that he was fine, but looking at Shen Jinchu's worried gaze, he subconsciously blurted out: "It's very uncomfortable......"

"What's wrong?" Shen Jinchu's expression became even more nervous, "I'll call a doctor......

"No," Jiang Yu grabbed her weakly, and said with a stoic expression, "The doctor has already given a treatment, I just need to take the medicine on time, but you also know that the disease is like a thread, and I am afraid that my disease will not be cured for a while." ”

In ancient times, if the treatment was not timely, a cold could sometimes kill him, Shen Jinchu knew very little about modern medicine, and thought that Jiang Yu was really very sick, so anxious that his eyes were a little red: "Then, then do you have anything you want to eat?" I'm going to make it for you......"

"I want to eat some light porridge," Jiang said angrily, "Although I don't have much appetite, the doctor said that I still need to eat something, so that I can get better quickly." ”

Shen Jinchu nodded vigorously and trotted downstairs to make porridge in the kitchen.

Shi Zuo poked his head out of the door and came in: "Jiang Shao, are you better?" ”

"Okay, almost," the man swept away the weak look just now, "You deal with the official affairs first, I'm a little busy here, if there is anything that I have to deal with, report it to me later." ”

Shi Zuo just wanted to ask, "Are you busy on the bed", but saw Shen Jinchu trotting back into the house: "Brother Jiang, do you want to eat matsutake shredded chicken porridge or beef nest egg porridge?" ”

Then Shi Zuo watched as the young master, who had just been alive, collapsed on the bed all of a sudden, and his voice was several degrees weaker, as if he was terminally ill: "Chicken, chicken porridge ......"

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What's going on?

Looking at such natural acting skills, the Oscar winner actually didn't nominate you?

When Shen Jinchu left, Jiang Yu returned to normal, cleared his throat and said, "Why are you still stunned at the door?" Let's go on business...... Oh, by the way, remember to tell your GP that he won't be using it for a few days. ”

Shi Zuo: "But your cold hasn't completely healed yet......

"I'm fine, it's just a cold, and I'm not a paper sticker, so why do I need a doctor to see me every day?" Jiang Yu waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up and go with you......"

Shen Jinchu turned the stove to low heat and slowly boiled the porridge, and he always felt unsteady in the kitchen, so he ran back to Jiang Yu's room, wanting to accompany him more.

Before Shi Zuo had time to leave, he saw Jiang Yu switching the character of the sick seedling for a second, leaning on the head of the bed, and his voice trembled a little: "Chuchu, don't run, be careful of falling, cough cough, fall ......"

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You have a cold, you don't have any terminal illness, just this posture, you can act in a bitter drama with a handkerchief and spit out some blood......

Shi Zuo seemed to be spicy by something, turned his head and walked out of Jiang Yu's room quickly, unable to bear to look at it again.

Shen Jinchu, who didn't know anything about this, would cut fruit for Jiang Yu at the beginning, hand him hot water at the same time, and when the porridge was ready, he would bring it to the bedside and give it to him.

And the "pampered and arrogant" man is getting more and more inches.

"I'm a little worried that I won't be able to hold the bowl," Jiang Yu covered his lips and coughed lightly twice, and the whole person looked so weak that it was difficult to even get up, "Let's put it first, I'll eat it later." ”