He was wearing a black pajamas, and his face became more and more pale.

There was an infusion shelf next to the bed, and the potion in the hanging bottle was almost empty.

"The doctor said I had to get two more bottles." Jian Anning said as she spoke, and the person had already walked to the side where Yemo was hanging with hanging water, and she skillfully replaced the almost empty hanging bottle with another full one.

"Don't bother, you go back and rest, someone will do these things."

"It's just a small thing." Jian Anning didn't care, "Listen to the housekeeper, you haven't eaten since yesterday, let's drink some porridge first." ”

Seeing that it was inconvenient for Yemo to infuse the liquid in her right hand, Jian Anning picked up the white porridge and sat on the edge of the bed, she scooped a spoonful of porridge, felt the temperature cool down, and handed it to his lips.

Yemo's eyebrows were twisted slightly, and her thin lips were pursed into a straight line, without the intention of speaking.

"Night, you're not going to do it, are you?" Jian Anning pretended to smile lightly, and her tone changed: "If I feed you, won't you want to eat?" I heard that a few days ago, when you were sick and couldn't get out of bed, a maid fed you, and now you can't treat me as your maid? ”

When Jian Anning said this, although there was a smile on her face, when she saw it, she was trying her best to hold back, and the crystal tears were rolling in her eyes.

Maybe Yemo's cold attitude made her feel aggrieved.

"Don't think too much, I just don't want to trouble you."

"I'd love to." This sentence, Jian Anning said with special confidence.

Her eyes were firm and stubborn, and she stubbornly handed the spoon with a spoonful of rice porridge to his lips and refused to put it down.

Yemo was helpless, he paused for a few seconds, and then drank the porridge.

Jian Anning finally smiled when he saw that Ye Mo was willing to compromise.

She patiently fed him the rice porridge one bite at a time.

Seeing that the bottom of the bowl was empty, she was also very satisfied.

"This is what I made, if you like to drink, I'll cook it for you, I'll ......"

"Tranquility." Yemo's voice was low and hoarse with a bit of seriousness, "I don't want to trouble you, I'm not at the point where I can't take care of myself in life, I don't need you to do these things for me." ”

"Okay, I see......" Jian Anning was afraid that Yemo would be angry, so he didn't say anything more.

Yemo raised a hand and pressed his eyebrows tiredly, his brain was really swollen and painful, as if he was not restless for a moment.

I don't know how to get sick to this point, there was a heavy rainstorm all night when he was downstairs in Luo Yan's ward, and when he got home, he had a high fever, he didn't care at first, but he had a fever for two days, and his condition became more and more serious......

In the days after divorcing Luo Yan, Yemo's body management was not very good, he was alcoholic, insomnia, and depressed......

Naturally, the body collapsed.

"I'm sorry for you today, you go back and rest, I'm fine." He spoke calmly to Jian Anning.

"I ...... I'll stay here, I'll be fine anyway, and I'll leave when you're well. ”

"Tranquility ......"

Jian Anning is too stubborn, Yemo is not feeling well now, and because of the depression in his heart, he has no strength, and it is difficult to even say a word to Jian Anning.

"You can stay if you want." After saying this sentence lightly, Yemo lay down on the bed.

Even if he didn't have a good attitude towards him, he didn't drive her away again, and she was already satisfied.

"You have a good rest, I'm in the hall, you can call me if you need anything."

She still had a lot to ask him, she wanted to ask him why he 'sold' the Star Emperor, she wanted to ask him why he made himself like this, but she held back.