"It's my fault, don't talk for the time being if your throat is uncomfortable, infusion first, and we'll go back after the infusion." Yan Weiming rubbed her head.

Bai Qimeng nodded wordlessly.

At this time, Zhou Lin happened to have just come back from buying dinner, and as soon as he saw Yan Weiming in the ward, he immediately put down the porridge he bought and walked out of the ward and sat on a chair in the corridor to guard.

Yan Weiming put down the table, took the lunch box out of the bag, opened it and put it on the table, and handed her the spoon.

Bai Qimeng's infusion hand is the right hand, so at this time, he can only use his left hand to hold the spoon and drink porridge.

I saw her pick up the spoon with her left hand, scoop up a spoonful of white porridge very stiffly, and then slowly put it into her mouth, how awkward the action looked.

Yan Weiming frowned, took the spoon from her hand and lifted the lunch box, scooped up a spoonful and put it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth." Yan Weiming said, looking at Bai Qimeng obediently opening his mouth before he was satisfied.

Bai Qimeng's eyes were slightly smiling, and she was well-behaved like a child, eating the porridge that Yan Weiming fed her one bite after another.

"Promise me, even if I'm not there, you have to take good care of your body, don't be like today, just now when Zhou Lin told me that the doctor said that you already had a high fever, do you know how nervous I am?!"

People who obviously don't take good care of their bodies are Bai Qimeng, but Yan Weiming is the most uncomfortable one at this moment.

Bai Qimeng nodded, and he felt that he was indeed a little too relaxed.

Both of them are reviewing in their hearts.

Bai Qimeng drank the white porridge a little full, and when she wanted to stop, she was coaxed by Yan Weiming to continue to drink a few big sips, until the white porridge bottomed out.

"Aren't you going to take Zhou Lin off? Anyway, it's also the New Year, isn't it good to let him continue to work overtime? Bai Qimeng's eyes looked at the door of the ward.

Yan Weiming packed up the lunch box and put the table back.

"Give him triple his salary, let him work overtime for three days, and then give him a week off."

I have to say that Yan Weiming is a good boss.

Not only did he increase his salary, but he also gave him paid leave, which can be said to be very benevolent.

Bai Qimeng sat on the bed, looking at Yan Weiming all the time, and was always unwilling to lie back on the bed to rest.

"What's wrong?" Feeling her gaze, Yan Weiming asked.

Bai Qimeng shook her head.

She just wanted to see Yan Weiming more and confirm that he was by her side.

"I just want to see you by my side."

Her words made Yan Weiming stunned.

In the next second, Yan Weiming's face was infinitely enlarged in front of her eyes, and all her breath was taken away.

"Hmm!" The sudden deep kiss made her have no time to react, and her breathing slowed down.

By the time she realized that she was still sick, it was obviously too late for such a kiss to infect Yan Weiming.

With all her strength, she pushed Yan Weiming away with both hands, and finally opened the distance between the two.

"I'm sick!" She complained, her face, which was already red from the fever, even redder.

"When you say something like this, why don't you want to think that I'm a normal man?" Yan Weiming said, tidying up her messy hair.

Bai Qimeng was so confused by this sentence that she didn't know how to refute it, so she could only blush and don't overdo it.

Yan Weiming chuckled, looked up at the drip that was about to be lost, and handed the mask to Bai Qimeng.

"Put it on, you'll lose in no time."

Bai Qimeng took the mask, but she could only use her left hand now, so she could only look at Yan Weiming pleadingly.

Yan Weiming sighed, took the mask and helped her put it on, pinned her hair behind her ears, and then put on the mask herself.