"What's wrong with him?" Ye Zhifu asked.

Ms. He sighed earnestly: "Sir, he drank a lot. ”

"Drunk?" Ye Zhi deviated his head.

Ms. He nodded: "Well, Lingding is very drunk, he has a fever in the middle of the night, he keeps calling your name, refuses to take medicine, and refuses to let anyone approach him." ”

"Madam, go and see him, he is now forty degrees, if you don't take measures to reduce fever, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Hearing this, Ye Zhilu chuckled in his heart, and couldn't help but get nervous.

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Then, Ye Zhilu followed Ms. He to Rong He's room.

There was only a dim lamp in the room, and as soon as I entered, the strong smell of alcohol greeted my nose.

Rong He was lying on the single sofa, his shirt buttons were torn open two or three times, and there were several wine stains on the carpet in addition to the scattered empty wine bottles.

The corners of Ye Zhilu's mouth twitched, and when he stepped forward, he saw through the light of the table lamp that his face and cheeks were slightly red, and his earlobes were also red as if they had been burned.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the blood on his sideburns had not yet been wiped clean.

"Leave it to me here, you can go out first."

Ms. He nodded and responded, "Okay, the medicine box over there was sent by Mr.'s personal doctor, and it contains fever-reducing medicine and ......."

Speaking of this, Ms. He paused and glanced at Ye Zhiqi thoughtfully.

"There is also medicine to clean the wound, how to use it, the doctor has written it clearly on the note, if there is anything you need help, call the maid directly."

"Okay."

Ms. He glanced at Rong You, who had fallen into a coma, with a solemn expression, and turned to leave the room.

Ye Zhilu walked in front of Rong He, leaned over and reached out and landed on his forehead.

Feeling the hot heat on his forehead, she immediately withdrew her hand, and her heart couldn't help but tense.

Ye Zhiwei: It's so hot......

When I was a child, I always heard that fever would burn people into mentally retarded children, and it would be a pity if they became mentally retarded!

Although I have strong dissatisfaction and resentment towards him now, I don't want anything to happen to him!

Thinking of this, she hurriedly opened the medical box and followed the note left by the doctor to find the antipyretic medicine and antipyretic patch.

The pills were too dry, Ye Zhiwei was worried that he wouldn't be able to swallow them, so he went to pour a glass of warm water again.

When he returned to Rong He's side, looking at his weak appearance, he suddenly couldn't hate it.

She quickly patted her face and pulled the corners of her mouth in self-deprecation.

Sure enough, the inferior nature of cheap bones is deep-rooted, and even if time passes, it has not changed in the slightest.

What is so good about Rong He, he is like this to himself, as long as he has an accident, he will be beaten back to his original form immediately!

Ye Zhilu put the pill between his thin lips, opened his mouth again, and slowly poured some warm water into it.

But it wasn't as simple as he thought, although the pills and water entered his mouth, they didn't mean to slip into his throat.

Ye Zhi knows how bitter the taste of the medicine particles melting in his mouth is.

It's just that I can't do anything, and I have made a mistake for a while.

At this time, the wrinkles in Rong and the center of his eyebrows deepened.

Ye Zhilu was also anxious when he saw it, so he simply buried his head and tried to make him swallow the medicine with his mouth, like in the TV series.

Just when Ye Zhifu was about to get close to his mouth, Rong You's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously grabbed Ye Zhilu's hand, and the bitterness in his mouth made his throat roll, and he swallowed the medicine.

Then, Rong He pushed her aside.

"Get out!"

Ye Zhilu stumbled and sat down on the carpet.