Fu Xiao wanted to bring him over and put him on the small table, but the steaming soup fell to the ground, letting him try the feeling of the bowl being broken and torn apart, and he was worried that it would ruin Fu Dad's mind.

Covered with a quilt, he stubbornly repeated: "I said get out, is it interesting for you to pretend to be deaf and dumb like this?" ”

Mu Rin had already inquired before he came, and the nurse who went out just now also told him about Fu Xiao's situation.

looked at Fu Xiao, who covered his head and nested in the quilt in disapproval, stepped forward and forcibly pulled the quilt open, and he was not too hot to be wrapped in the quilt in the summer.

He raised the bed and tried to reason with her:

"Obedient, you haven't eaten since yesterday, don't make fun of your body in order to be angry with me, you're okay, how do you want to clean up, I have nothing to say."

Lying straight on a small bed, his skin glowed with white light, and his eyes were still shining, not at all like a sick person.

Fu Xiao had a high fever, but she didn't have much appetite, but she could feel her stomach churning with hunger.

Mu Rin picked up the chicken soup boiled by Fu's father with one hand, and the heat in the bowl burned his fingertips through the white porcelain bowl.

Stirring the misty chicken soup with a spoon to evaporate the heat faster, scooping up a spoonful of soup and blowing it, Fang put it to Fu Xiao's closed lips, and said compulsively: "Open your mouth." ”

Fu Xiao opened her mouth a little ashamedly and let Mu Rin feed three spoonfuls of chicken soup in a row.

Mu Rin put down the bowl in his hand and picked up another bowl of three soups, and the soup was cooler to give Fu Xiao.

Fu Xiao took four sips, refused to open his mouth again, opened his eyes slightly, and the mist dissipated, and the wooden and smooth chin and the good-looking nose bridge gradually became clear.

Fu Xiao is like seeing the most sacred god in the world, a person who can only be glimpsed by pure people, and who is also elegant with a bowl and a spoon.

Coming back to her senses, putting aside everything else, she should have said:

"Thank you."

Putting down the bowl, Mu Rin took a tissue and carefully wiped the soup from the corner of Fu Xiao's mouth, serious and religious:

"Never say thank you to me, a doctor will come later, you just drank soup, and then eat something to worry about your stomach, otherwise, you won't be able to stand the injection later."

The height at which Fu Xiao was lying, and he could see the things placed on the small table, there were many varieties, and they were also very exquisite.

It looks very good, and it's all easy to chew and digest, not like the handwriting of her simple parents, but like Mu Rin's tossing.

Calmly retracting her gaze, she glanced at Mu Rin with a faint expression:

"I want to sleep."

Mu Rin started to pack up his things, and took over the conversation from the good flow:

"Okay, if you want to eat later, tell me again, I'll go to the heat, or what you want to eat, I'll do it again, and if you're sleepy, go to bed first, everything has me."

Mu Rin's hands and feet were nimble, the things on the table were put away, the folding table was put away, and he sat back on the side of Fu Xiao's bed.

Fu Xiao had rarely seen such an earnest Mu Rin in his previous life, and he looked at it at the moment, which was quite fresh.

According to what he said, those things were made by him, why bother to pretend to be a saint, she didn't get it in her previous life, and she is not rare in this life.

Deep in my heart, like a small boat passing through the reeds, came to a lake full of lotus flowers, and the cold heart was like being held up with a sun umbrella under the scorching sun.

These feelings all happened between the lightning and flint, and in just a moment, they disappeared cleanly.

Before Fu Xiao closed his eyes and went to sleep, he said in a cool tone:

"My parents will come later, you have something to do first, I don't need you, I don't need you to take care of me, and I don't need you to pity me."

"Xiaoxiao, I do this, because I love you, and I am also willing, sleep, you are not comfortable, rest well, don't think about anything."

Mu Rin's voice seemed to have magical power, or Fu Xiao was already holding on to his breath and quickly fell asleep.

Mu Rin put his hand on her forehead, the heat was terrifying, she was really hungry, if it weren't for this, with his understanding, I am afraid that she would not pay attention to him.

With his lips instead of his hand, he lightly imprinted it on Fu Xiao's bloodless lips, and Mu Rin tiptoed out and went to the doctor.

After a while, there were four or five people who followed him in, all in white coats and wearing masks, except for one familiar one, the other four were all fresh faces, and they were not doctors from this hospital, but people brought by Mu Rin from Kyoto.

"Professor Yang, I'm sorry for you." Kirin stepped aside to make room for the visitors.

Professor Yang helped Fu glasses, and some people took their temperatures, and some people began to lightly dismantle the gauze that Fu Xiao wrapped around a few times, and everything was in order.

The gauze was opened, and the wound was presented in front of everyone, except for the blurred flesh and blood, what was more eye-catching was undoubtedly the part that was recessed.

Professor Yang stepped forward, observed carefully, looked again and again with medical tools, and took out the thermometer placed on Fu Xiao's body next to him, and reported his body temperature: "Professor Yang, I have a high fever of 39.9 degrees." ”

Professor Yang got some preliminary conclusions, started to write a few lines next to it, and instructed:

"Go get the medicine, she needs an infusion."

Several people responded and exited in an orderly manner, and in an instant, except for the sleeping Fu Xiao in the ward, there were only Mu Rin and Professor Yang left.

Professor Yang walked to the farthest place from the hospital bed, Mu Rin followed, and Professor Yang lowered his voice:

"Young Master Mu, her collision is very serious, the braincase has been shattered, fortunately, she is broken very regularly, there will be no danger to life, but there will be sequelae, she may be dizzy from time to time in the future, and she can't do intense movements for a long time, it is best to lie down for ten days and half a month, and the others have to do a comprehensive examination."

Mu Rin nodded, this is already a good result, much better than he expected, in the future, he will take care of it.

"Then Professor Yang will go to the hotel to rest first, and if there is something to find you, I won't send you, my cousin will send you over."

"Did you say Xiao Fenglin's kid? He actually came here, he was tired of staying in Kyoto, and wanted to change to a beautiful place to play? "Professor Yang knew Xiao Fenglin, he didn't expect that the little demon king of the Xiao family would come to such a poor and remote place, would that eldest young master get used to it?

"My aunt and uncle don't want him to be pampered and unaware of the people's suffering, so let him come out and experience it." What Xiao Fenglin did was not exaggerated, and very few people knew about it, and he would not explain why.

I overslept and laughed and wanted to cry without tears, ran to the station and found that the train was also late, and tried the spice water that choked my tears at the stall...

The magic axe, thrilling, weak and gorgeous, delicate and gorgeous

I overslept and laughed and wanted to cry without tears, ran to the station and found that the train was also late, and tried the spice water that choked my tears at the stall...

The ghostly workmanship, thrilling, weak and gorgeous, delicate and gorgeous