"Little brother, don't move, get dizzy and let me crawl for a while." Wu Xie snorted and said.

The hot cheeks leaned against the stuffy oil bottle in his arms, even if the stuffy oil bottle had always been unmessy, he couldn't help but get nervous at this time.

Halfway through, the stuffy oil bottle found its voice: "Wu Xie, you have a fever." ”

"Hmm." Wu Xie replied sullenly.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to the couch and lie down." The stuffy oil bottle hurriedly helped Wu Xie up from the ground, and regardless of whether he wanted to or not, a princess hugged him and strode towards the bedroom.

The double bed in the bedroom that was changed from a standard bed because of the return of the stuffy oil bottle, at this time, Wu Xie Tuan shrank and rolled himself into a ball, and the stuffy oil bottle didn't have time to care about him, so he hurriedly turned around and went to the living room.

From ordinary medicine for fever and headache to external bruise powder, digestive tablets for gastrointestinal discomfort, anyway, in addition to the medical equipment used for surgery, Wu Xie almost prepared all the medicines that could be prepared in the hospital at home.

And Wu Xie was afraid that he would be injured when the stuffy oil bottle came back, and he didn't bother to deal with it, so he put the medicine box under the coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room, for the simple reason that he liked to sit in that position in a daze.

The moment the stuffy oil bottle rushed out of the bedroom, it locked the location of the medicine box, almost ten years, Wu Xie's furnishings and habits here have never changed, just like an oasis left in the desert for lost travelers, although it is small, it has everything in it, and every small place has the owner's breath and delicate heart.

The stuffy oil bottle rushed to the front of the medicine box, and he didn't have time to see the specific method of opening, so he smashed it open.

Wu Xie only heard a loud bang in the house, and he got up from the bed with his support, leaned his head out of the door frame and said, "Little brother, what's wrong?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle blocked the medicine box behind him with some embarrassment, and asked with a handful of medicine in his hand, "Wu Xie, what kind of medicine do you take?" ”

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, at this time, the stuffy oil bottle in his eyes was more like a helpless child, usually used to life in the tomb, it is estimated that all that is left in his mind is endless tomb robbing knowledge and the skills of various machine craftsmen, and he has completely forgotten the common sense of basic life.

Wu Xie silently labeled the stuffy oil bottle as a ninth-level life disability in his heart, but his heart was slightly sour, and he cheered up and said: "I'm just a cold, little brother doesn't need to make such a fuss." ”

Wu Xie felt that his feet were a little soft, but he still walked over with his body, and the stuffy oil bottle was busy supporting Wu Xie, and the two of them sat on the sofa, Wu Xie stared at those medicine boxes, and his eyes were not in focus.

"Hehe, little brother, my myopia seems to have increased again, you can help me take a look, the one above is the medicine for colds and fevers." Wu Xie pushed the medicine in his arms to the stuffy oil bottle, and smirked heartlessly.

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie and nodded, looked at the boxes one by one, and quickly found the pills, quickly glanced at the production date and instructions, and kept the use of each medicine in mind, he poured water and handed it to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie didn't even look at it, swallowed it directly, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, but he didn't forget to advise: "Little brother, the bowl soaked in the kitchen sink, you don't have to worry about it, I'll sleep and brush it tomorrow."

"Wu Xie, I can do these things too." The stuffy oil bottle said in a deep voice.

"I know." Wu Xie responded.