Pei Muchen had a rare smile in his eyes, looking at her scared little expression, very helpless.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes."

Pei Muchen came over with an alcohol cotton ball in one hand and a syringe in the other.

Zhong Yinian shook his head violently, closing his eyes would make him more afraid, less vision, and his other senses would be more sensitive.

"Uncle ......"

She screamed glutinously, especially pitiful.

Pei Muchen sighed in his heart, ignored her, and came directly to the bedside.

"If you have anything to say, just say it after the fever injection."

Zhong Yinian pursed his lips, and there was no need to say anything after the injection.

"But...... But ......"

Seeing that she hadn't said a complete sentence after organizing for a long time, Pei Muchen reached out and scooped her up and lay on her lap.

"Tap tap ......"

Zhong Yinian was flustered and wanted to struggle to get up, but he couldn't resist the strength of the president, so he could only lie there obediently.

Pei Muchen didn't pay attention to her anymore, and after taking off her pants, he wiped them with an alcohol cotton ball, and then ......

Down the needle!

"Ahh It hurts—"

Zhong Yinian grabbed the quilt with his little hand, and his tears were about to come down, and his eyes were hazy.

Pei Muchen slowly pushed the potion in the syringe, although a quick decision could free Zhong Yinian earlier, but if the injection was fast, she might be more painful.

Time seemed to condense, and Zhong Yinian felt pain except when he first pricked the needle, and then he couldn't feel it.

"Are you alright?"

Zhong Yinian blinked his big watery eyes, and the tears accumulated in his eyes fell down with a click.

But there was no trace of pain in her expression.

"There's a little bit left."

Pei Muchen spoke, Zhong Yinian nodded, and continued to lie there obediently.

Finally, Pei Muchen pulled out the needle and pressed her little ass with an alcohol cotton ball.

"Okay?"

Zhong Yinian struggled to get up as he spoke, Pei Muchen didn't stop her, he stretched out his hand to adjust her posture, and let her sit on his lap, and the whole person was in his arms.

His hand...... Well, still pressing the alcohol cotton ball.

"I ...... I'll do it myself. ”

Zhong Yinian didn't feel embarrassed just now, but now this posture made her feel so embarrassed, and her little face turned even redder.

"You can't reach it."

Zhong Yinian is embarrassed, so, Uncle Pei, are you saying that I have short arms in disguise?

She moved her mouth and protested silently.

"Will it be cold?"

Pei Muchen looked at Zhong Yinian who was dressed thinly and had just come out of the bed, for fear that she would freeze again.

Reaching out and pulling the quilt over the bed, wrapping it tightly around her.

Zhong Yinian stretched out his hands to wrap around his waist, and the whole person hung on his body.

"Uncle, are you tired?"

At this time, she saw the tiredness in Pei Muchen's eyes and the dark circles under his eyes.

"Not tired."

He reached out and tossed the cotton ball into the trash, neatly put on her panties and panes, and placed her on the bed.

"I'll go get you the medicine."

Pei Muchen looked at her and hugged herself tightly, and had to explain.

Zhong Yinian let go of his hands after listening, and lay on the bed obediently, looking at the president who was busy back and forth with his eyes open.

Seeing that he carefully poured a glass of water, then carefully cooled it, and waited until the water temperature was right before bringing it over.

"After taking the medicine and sleeping again, it will be fine when I wake up."

Zhong Yinian nodded, sat up and took medicine.

"Uncle ......"

"Huh?"

"If one day, I was sent to a far, far away place, would you go to me?"