He Zheng didn't even open his eyes, but his slightly chapped lips were vague and didn't know what to say, and he was silent again.

"Hey, it's really burning." Meng Yao could only try to lift him, but sadly found that although this guy looked thin, it was not something she could lift, and she could only move half of his body with the strength of breastfeeding.

But when it touched his skin, even through the fabric, Meng Yao felt the hot temperature again.

"It's not going to go on like this......"

Meng Yao became more and more worried, and asked again, "Do you have fever medicine at home?" ”

He Zheng did not answer.

Meng Yao looked at the rainstorm outside, could only pick up the umbrella, and found the key that He Zheng casually threw on the coffee table, and went out.

There is a pharmacy not far from the community, and when Meng Yao rushed there in the wind and rain, she almost closed early because of the heavy rain. Meng Yao rushed into the store panting and told He Zheng about his symptoms.

The pharmacist in the store brought her a box of fever reducers, a thermometer and two boxes of antipyretic patches, and told her some ways to cool down if the high fever did not go away.

Meng Yao left the pharmacy and hurriedly returned to He Zheng's house.

After going back, Meng Yao took off her shoes and walked quickly into the bedroom, where she saw He Zheng still maintaining the same posture as when she left.

She couldn't help but 'chuckle' again in her heart, panicking.

He won't ...... Burned to death, right?!

Meng Yao hurriedly ran over, reached out and touched He Zheng's nose, and found that a hot snort was spurting from inside. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and muttered, "It's okay, I'm still alive." ”

She thermometered his temperature.

39.3 degrees.

Oh my God, it's such a high temperature, no wonder it's become like this.

Meng Yao hurriedly tore off the heat-reducing patch, turned his face slightly over and faced her, and then pasted the heat-reducing patch on his forehead.

After pasting the fever reducer patch, Meng Yao said to He Zheng on the bed: "I'll pour you a glass of water and take fever medicine, you wait for me." ”

In the kitchen, Meng Yao didn't find a boiling kettle, but saw a water dispenser. She didn't know where the cup was, so she found a bowl, mixed some warm water from the water dispenser, took another spoon, and brought it into the bedroom.

Putting the bowl and spoon with warm water on the bedside table first, Meng Yao unpacked the antipyretic medicine and took out the antipyretics.

"Come on, take your medicine." Meng Yao said. But He Zheng turned a deaf ear and remained motionless.

Meng Yao screamed a few times and shook him again, but he still didn't react.

Meng Yao could only climb onto the bed, hugged He Zheng's armpits with both hands, and forcibly pulled him to sit up, making him face him.

Just doing this little bit has exhausted her enough.

"Hey, this big pig's trotter is really heavy." Meng Yao complained as he reluctantly stuffed the small antipyretic pill into his mouth.

However, the light medicine entered the mouth, and I couldn't swallow it without water.

Meng Yao held the water bowl in one hand and a spoonful of warm water in the other, put it to his mouth, and said softly: "Good, let's drink saliva and take the antipyretics, okay?" ”

He Zheng didn't open his mouth, so Meng Yao was patient and touched the spoon to his thin lips, which had been burned a little white, trying to coax him to open his mouth.

Unexpectedly, He Zheng seemed to be impatient, and with a sudden wave of his arm, he directly knocked over the water bowl in Meng Yao's hand, and the water drenched himself.

"Ah!!h

Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry.

This guy is still sick, and his clothes are wet again!