With a glass of cold water in her stomach, the flush on Li Zhi's face did not dissipate, but made her complexion fairer.

When she is nervous, she always subconsciously bites her lip, and at the moment, after being moistened by water, it looks red and bright, and it looks better.

Her hand unconsciously rubbed against the wall of the cup, anxious.

Finally, just when the last of her patience was about to be exhausted, the little assistant came out.

As soon as he heard the movement, Li Zhi quickly turned around: "How is he?" ”

While asking the little assistant, Li Zhi walked towards Rong Jue's room.

The little assistant didn't know how to speak, anyway, Rong Jue's condition was not very good for the naked eye.

Before he could answer, Li Zhi went directly into the bedroom.

The broken hair on his forehead was still wet on his forehead, and his hair was also wet, and the pillow was also wet.

The little assistant and Uncle Wang didn't even think of helping Rong Jue wipe his hair.

Li Zhi sighed helplessly, turned around and went into the bathroom to get a towel and came out.

Seeing Rong Jue, who was lying on the bed without knowing what was going on, Li Zhi realized that Rong Jue's pale face still had an abnormal flush.

Just now in the bathroom, she only noticed that he was pale, and in that case, she couldn't look at it carefully.

Now that she had the chance, she could finally take a closer look at him.

Li Zhi gently put the towel on Rong Jue's head, then bent down and took out the thermometer from the medicine box on his bedside table.

Putting the thermometer in the bedside table is a habit that Li Rujin has always had, and under her supervision, the people in the family have slowly developed this habit.

Li Zhi shoved the thermometer into Rong Jue's armpit.

She stood in front of the bed, put a towel over his hair, leaned over and wiped it for him.

The hand unintentionally touched his forehead, and it was scalded for a moment, but only for a moment, she quickly put her hand on his forehead again, feeling it carefully.

Rong Jue did not burn lightly, and the temperature of his forehead was surprisingly high.

Rong Jue already had a fever, and if his hair was still wet, it would be even more serious.

Time passed little by little, and in the sunlight that filled the room, there was the sound of towels rubbing against hair.

Everything was incredibly beautiful and harmonious.

Inevitably, her hand touched Rongjue's hot skin.

It was supposed to be an extremely ambiguous scene, but she didn't have time to be shy at all.

withdrew her hand, while waiting for the thermometer to be ready, Li Zhi was not idle, and she continued to wipe Rong Jue's hair.

Estimating that the thermometer was almost ready, Li Zhi put the towel aside and quickly took out the thermometer.

39.5℃！

Because he was busy sending Rong Jue to the hospital, Li Zhi only glanced at the thermometer in a hurry, but just that glance was enough to scare her.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, breaking the beauty.

It was the little assistant who stood at the door of the bedroom and knocked on the door: "Miss Li, we should send Mr. Rong to the hospital." ”

"Okay."

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor said.

Seeing that the nurse gave Rong Jue a needle and an infusion, Li Zhicai breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked Uncle Wang and the little assistant to go back, and she was here alone to guard Rong Jue.

This temperature is really dangerous.

And they didn't know when Rong Jue started to have a fever, nor how long he had been burning.

"If it's a little late, something might happen to someone."

I don't know when Rong Jue will wake up, but it's all secondary.

What's more, he's fine.