Chapter 1187: When Essence Meets Essence (45)

After applying the medicine to the wound, Jiang Ci sat next to Ye Dusheng, wrinkling his brows and doing nothing, just looking at him quietly.

But as time passed, not only did Ye Dusheng's blush not dissipate, but her cheeks became more and more crimson, and even the tips of the hair on her forehead were already wet with sweat.

Seeing that Ye Dusheng's burn had not faded, Jiang Ci's brows furrowed even tighter, he got up and went to the bathroom to bring hot water to the side, wrung out the towel and wiped the sweat stains on Ye Dusheng's face.

After waiting for another half an hour or so, Ye Dusheng's condition still did not improve, and he frowned in his sleep, Jiang Ci had no choice but to find a piece of his own clothes for Ye Dusheng to wear, and then carried him downstairs and got in the car to prepare to go to the hospital.

Fortunately, there happened to be a private hospital not far ahead, and the son of the dean who was there happened to be a friend of Jiang Ci, so when he started the car, Jiang Ci called his friend and asked him to help him open the back door and prepare a single ward.

When he arrived at the hospital, according to the ward number given by his friend, Jiang Ci quickly hugged Ye Dusheng to ask for directions, and took the elevator in a circle.

Pressing the number of floors, he lowered his eyes and saw that Ye Dusheng's face in his arms was already red, Jiang Ci wanted to wipe the fine sweat from his cheeks for him, but his hands were not empty at this time, so he could only frown and stare helplessly.

At the door of the ward with 514 hanging on the door number, there was a young man in a white coat, round-framed glasses, and slightly curly short hair parted.

The young man was holding a mobile phone in his hand, his expression was indifferent and he couldn't see his emotions, but when he looked at the elevator not far away, a trace of anxiety crossed his eyes.

A few seconds later, when the elevator door opened and Jiang Ci walked over with a young man in his arms, the young man put his mobile phone in the pocket of his white coat and hurriedly greeted him.

Seeing Cheng Lin coming over, Jiang Ci hugged Ye Dusheng, who was unconscious in his arms, and called out anxiously with a worried expression: "Ah Lin!" ”

Cheng Lin nodded, glanced at Ye Dusheng, frowned, pointed to the ward and said, "Carry him to the bed first." ”

Why is his face red like this......

"Okay." Jiang Ci responded, and quickly ran out of the ward, gently put Ye Dusheng in his arms on the bed, looked back at Cheng Lin and said, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"It's fine." Cheng Lin responded lightly, took out a thermometer from the tray that had been prepared on the side, and bent down to try to lift Ye Dusheng's clothes and help him take his temperature, but was snatched by Jiang Ci.

"I'll do it." After that, Jiang Ci replaced Cheng Lin and stood beside Ye Dusheng, pulled down Ye Dusheng's clothes slightly, and put the thermometer in his armpit.

His eyes swept over Ye Dusheng's bare collarbone, and when he saw that it was covered with purple-red kiss marks, and then at the dissipated binding marks on his neck, Cheng Lin's eyes gradually sank when he picked up the needle.

It seems that Ah Ci has done something indescribable to his brother......

Cheng Lin had already made the infusion bottle before, and now he only needed to adjust the position, and then insert the needle into Ye Dusheng's hand.

When he took out the thermometer and saw that the display had reached 398, Cheng Lin sighed and said to Jiang Ci, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, who was a little distraught: "Ah Ci, you take care of the medicine bottle, I'll help your brother get the medicine." ”

Jiang Ci raised his eyes to Shang Chenglin's gaze, hooked the corners of his lips and nodded in response: "Okay, I'm sorry for you." ”

(End of chapter)