There was a light on the horizon, and the downpour had the posture to stop, but it was still falling, but not so violently.

Lu Zhenming almost didn't sleep all night, his eyes were a little red, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

He went into the bathroom and washed his face, and when he came out, he took a thermometer and measured Su Wansheng's temperature.

I still have a fever, but compared to the night, it has receded a little, only 38 degrees.

At eight o'clock, Wang Ma knocked on the door and came in, and saw that Lu Zhenming was still sitting on the stool next to the bed, still wearing a bathrobe, and he didn't sleep at first glance.

A hint of surprise flashed on her face: "Sir, you won't be guarding your wife until dawn, will you?" ”

Lu Zhenming didn't close his eyes almost overnight, and in addition, his face was a little not good, a little pale, and his lips were not bloody.

"Her fever has subsided a little, you remember to boil some white porridge and eat it when she wakes up."

Wang's mother replied: "I've already boiled up, just come up to see how my wife is." ”

Lu Zhenming rubbed his tired eyebrows: "Brew me a cup of coffee and bring it." ”

Wang Ma hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, early in the morning, drinking coffee is not good for your stomach, I have already made breakfast, bring one to you." ”

Afraid of waking up Su Wansheng, Lu Zhenming lowered his voice, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm not hungry yet, and I don't want to eat for the time being, so let's have a cup of tea if the coffee doesn't work." ”

Wang's mother was embarrassed again: "Tea also hurts the stomach, can you look at milk?" ”

Lu Zhenming furrowed his black brows.

Wang Ma knew that she was talking too much, but she was also for his good, and there was a little more caution in her respectful tone: "Sir, your stomach is not good, and tea and coffee should not be drunk in the morning, especially if you haven't eaten breakfast." I know you didn't rest last night and couldn't lift your spirits, so I'll get you a bottle of eye drops, and you can drop a little, maybe it will be better. ”

Lu Zhenming didn't lose his temper, and let out a dull "um" in his voice.

Seeing that he was not angry, Wang Ma breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went downstairs to get him eye drops, and brought a breakfast by the way.

Lu Zhenming raised his head and dripped a potion into his eyes, but he didn't move the breakfast on the side.

He closed his eyes, leaned back on the stool and rested for a while, got up and walked to the closet, took out his clothes from it and put them on.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, the ringing of his mobile phone suddenly came from the bathroom.

He suddenly remembered that when he took off his wet clothes last night, he casually threw them into the basket, and his phone was still in his trouser pocket and he didn't take it out.

He went into the bathroom, grabbed his wet pants from the clothes basket, and pulled his phone out of it.

It rained so hard last night, and the phone still works.

He wiped the water on his phone on the towel hanging on the wall, turned it on and put it in his ear: "Hey? ”

Tang Mo's voice sounded: "Mr. Lu, aren't you coming to the company today?" ”

Lu Zhenming answered the phone and walked out of the bathroom: "Don't go, no matter what important things are, it will be postponed until tomorrow." ”

Tang Mo just saw that it was already half past eight, and he hadn't come to the company yet, so he called and asked, there was indeed a meeting at ten o'clock in the morning, but it was not so important that it couldn't be moved back.

"Okay, I got it."

After the call, Lu Zhenming glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and silently calculated in his heart what time it was to give Su Wansheng medicine at night.

He remembered that the pill box said three meals a day, that is, every four hours.