It's uncomfortable!

Ming Yi didn't expect that he was so weak, not to mention that his body was injured, and he was sick and feverish.

He was so thirsty, his throat was burning and smoking, and his tonsils were obviously inflamed.

Someone came, and An Qin went out to deal with it.

He gasped for breath and struggled to prop himself up, his vision blurring around.

There were two spare bottles of mineral water on the small desk in front of the window, and he licked his chapped lips and moved to crawl out of bed.

The fever came so quickly that it was like a mountain crushing him, and he felt like he had stepped on cotton, soft cotton, and he had no strength at all to support his body that was holding a mountain, and he fell to the ground-

Through the door, An Qin and Che Ziyu vaguely heard the dull sound.

"Did something fall?" Che Ziyu muttered.

Mingyi?

An Qin nervously rushed over and opened the door.

Ming Yi collapsed to the ground, his mouth open and breathing hard, two clouds of fire burning on his cheeks, his eyes staring ahead in confusion.

"Meiyi?!" An Qin hurriedly stepped forward and struggled to help the young man sit up from the ground. "How did you get out of bed?"

"Water...... Water ......" Mingyi's voice was hoarse and low, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

An Qin wanted to get Ming Yi to the bed, but she didn't have the strength at all.

Che Ziyu, who followed An Qin into the house, was stunned for a moment: Isn't this the big star Mingyi? How did he end up here?

A second later, he came back to his senses, stepped forward to take over An Qin's work, and picked up the young man from the ground, and through a thin layer of clothing, a scorching heat emanated from the young man's body.

It wasn't An Qin who was sick, it was him.

"Put it here!" An Qin lifted the quilt and motioned to Che Ziyu.

Cha Ziyu carefully put the sick teenager back on the bed.

An Qin ran to pour a glass of warm boiled water and fed it to Ming Yi.

In a daze, Meiyi swallowed half a glass of warm water with difficulty, and collapsed weakly on the bed, everything in front of him was twisted and deformed, and he felt like he was dying.

An Qin couldn't care about Che Ziyu's confused gaze, and hurriedly poured the medicine.

"Hey, it's best to send him to the hospital in this condition, although he has a high fever, it's better not to take medicine before the symptoms are confirmed." Che Ziyu stopped An Qin, who was going to feed the boy medicine.

"There are people everywhere in this daylight, even if he disguises himself and mixes into the hospital, it is difficult to ensure that those doctors and nurses can keep it secret for him, once he went to the hospital to look at his throat, he was recognized, the hospital was in chaos, and the police had to be dispatched." Of course, An Qin wanted to send Ming Yi to the hospital, but the current situation was not as simple as she said.

"Then you have to go to the hospital, the complication of high fever is not a trivial matter......

"No...... Can't go to the hospital. Mingyi's mind was buzzing, he couldn't fully hear the sounds around him, but the word hospital pierced his ears like a thorn, and he struggled in a panic.

"Okay, don't go, don't go, you lie down." An Qin hurriedly stopped the young man and said comfortingly.

"Medicine ......" Ming Yi's confused gaze fell on the medicine bag resting on the head of the bed.

"How about I call my personal doctor for treatment?" Che Ziyu suggested.

"Can you trust it? Will he be talking nonsense outside? An Qin asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, he won't talk nonsense."

An Qin nodded in agreement.

When Che Ziyu called his personal doctor, An Qin poured alcohol on a warm towel and used it to wipe Mingyi's body, sweating and reducing fever.