"The doctor will be there in twenty minutes." After making the call, Che Ziyu retreated back to his room.

An Qin had already wiped Ming Yi's body and was applying a new ice water towel to his forehead.

Ming breathed hard with a big mouth, his left hand tugging at his heart's clothes, and his head was so sad that he knotted it.

An Qin sat on the edge of the bed, silently guarding him.

Che Ziyu leaned against the door, looking at the picture in front of him, and countless questions came to his mind.

How did An Qin and Mingyi get so close? Are they friends or something else? Mingyi seems to trust An Qin, and An Qin cares about Ming Yi.

The personal doctor came, listened to Che Ziyu's description of the patient's symptoms on the phone, and made adequate preparations.

After diagnosis, Mingyi's high fever came suddenly and rapidly, which had caused tonsillitis, and it was difficult to suppress it by taking medicine alone, and it was necessary to hang a drip.

In order to make it easier for Jing Ming to hang a drip, An Qin moved the rack for drying clothes on the balcony and asked the doctor to hang the medicine bag on the hanger.

"I didn't bring that much medicine, this is a prescription drug list, you take this to a nearby pharmacy or hospital to buy medicine, take it on time, hang a drip and he will be able to reduce the fever soon, but the body and inflamed tonsils need medicine to recuperate, don't eat spicy things, drink more warm water." The personal doctor handed a prescription medicine list to An Qin and advised.

An Qin kept it in mind and was grateful: "Thank you, doctor!" ”

After sending the doctor away, An Qin was about to go to a nearby hospital to buy the medicine on the list, but he didn't worry about leaving Mingyi, who was still hanging on a drip, at home alone.

"I'll go buy the medicine, you stay and take care of him." Che Ziyu took the initiative to help.

"I'm sorry for you!" An Qin really needed a helper, and gladly accepted Che Ziyu's help.

Che Ziyu went to buy medicine.

An Qin paid attention to the infusion situation, thinking that Ming Yi hadn't eaten a few bites of lunch, so he went to the kitchen to cook porridge for him.

When the porridge was cooked, Che Ziyu also bought medicine and came back.

"How's he doing?" Che Ziyu asked An Qin, who came up.

"I'm breathing a little easier, and I guess I'll be down after hanging a bag of medicine." An Qin took the medicine bag from Che Ziyu and returned to the guest room.

She took a few pills, helped Ming Yi to sit up, and fed him the medicine with a glass of water.

Che Ziyu assisted from the side, and when Mingyi finished taking the medicine and lay back on the bed, the two had to go to the living room to rest.

"You've helped a lot, otherwise I don't know what will happen next just by relying on the medicine I bought back from the pharmacy." Mingyi's condition stabilized, and An Qin breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Che Ziyu for his help.

"It's good to keep an eye on it," Che Ziyu smiled, holding his hands together, although relieved, An Qin still looked nervous, as if he was afraid that Ming Yi would make a mistake. "Well, you have a good relationship with Mingyi?"

"You may not believe it, but he and I have only met twice before this, and he is my customer." Regarding the relationship with Mingyi, An Qin felt amazing, they didn't have much intersection, but they had a heart-to-heart connection, he trusted her, and she cared about him very much.

"Just a customer?"

"Now they're friends."

"I can see that he trusts him very much, otherwise he wouldn't have come here."

"Well, he didn't have a lot of fun with something, so he came here."

Che Ziyu thoughtfully raised his eyebrows slightly: "He likes you very much, and only when he likes it very much, will he think of the other party when he is unhappy." ”