After two days of shooting, coupled with the wrist injury, Ji Yi felt extremely tired, she returned to the apartment, took a hot shower, applied medicine to the wound on her wrist, and nestled on the sofa in the living room and didn't want to move.

Probably really tired, Ji Yi didn't wait for He Yuguang to come back, but fell asleep on the sofa.

She didn't wear a blanket, although the room had a constant temperature system, but because of the two rains in the cold weather during filming in the afternoon, Ji Yi didn't sleep for long, and she felt like her throat was on fire in a daze, which made her mouth dry and thirsty.

Ji Yi knew that she should drink some water, but she was very tired and tired, and she couldn't open her eyes at all when she was tired, and she didn't want to move.

She just continued to lie down so dry, her body began to break out in a cold sweat, her breathing became more and more difficult, and even in the end, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, she hummed uncomfortably, and opened her mouth to inhale hard, but she sucked and sucked, her nose suddenly soured, and her tears came out.

Just as she was about to cry out quietly, she felt a hand covering her forehead, and then she fell into a warm embrace, and then she sank into the soft mattress.

Did someone show up with her?

Ji Yi, who was dizzy, stretched out his hand to touch it indiscriminately, but he didn't touch anything, but heard footsteps gradually moving away.

Who is it? He came, why did he leave? She was so uncomfortable, why didn't he call a doctor for her?

Ji Yi wanted to move, but she couldn't move, her body was still hot and cold, and she trembled even more in discomfort.

No, she can't stay like this, she'll probably die of misage...... Ji Yi thought about it, and began to struggle, and when she finally rubbed to the side of the bed, she heard the sound of pushing the door, followed by a rush of footsteps, and then the mattress beside her sank, and someone sat down, and then she was lifted up, and a warm cup was handed to her mouth.

She had drunk the water and felt a little more comfortable.

She felt herself laid flat back on the bed, covered with the quilt.

But she was still very cold, cold all the time shivering, hazy, she vaguely felt that in the room in addition to the person who fed her water to drink, there was one more person, that person said something "nothing, just a fever", while holding a cold needle, poked into the skin of her arm, I don't know if it was because of illness, the pain was expanded many times, the pain of her tears burst out, she subconsciously wanted to avoid the needle, but the hand was held by the person who just fed her water to drink, unable to dodge her, The whisper of pain opened aggrievedly: "It hurts, it hurts......

The man who fed her water did not speak, but with his other hand, he stroked her hair, and the force was very gentle, with full of comfort.