Chapter 66: Whose Pain, Whose Tears (10)
Chapter 66: Whose Pain, Whose Tears (10)
Mo Ranglan stood by the door and looked inside, he wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare to step forward, he didn't dare to step forward, the situation was caused by him, he really didn't know how to face this woman.
Bai Gu, who had been closing his eyes all the time, suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, Mo Ranglan didn't think much about it anymore, and strode forward unconsciously.
"Mr. Kim. When the Mu people in the bedroom saw Mo Langlan's appearance, they all stopped what they were doing, bowed respectfully to him, and Mo Langlan impatiently crossed the two Mu people and sat on the edge of the bed.
Mo Ranglan raised his hand and touched the towel on Bai Gu's forehead, it had become warm, he took the towel off, and handed over a towel re-stained with alcohol next to him.
Mo Langlan took the towel and wiped his forehead and cheeks for Bai Gu, his fingertips were slightly cool with the rain, touching Bai Gu's high body temperature, and the feeling almost burned Mo Langlan's cold fingers.
Mo Langlan wiped it casually a few times a little irritably, then handed the towel in his hand back to the Mu Ren on the side, grabbed the phone on the table next to him, and dialed "Dididi".
Before Mo Ranlan's depression could be relieved, he heard a loud voice coming from below.
"Hey, hey, Lao Tzu is downstairs, just downstairs, don't rush, don't rush. The people in the bedroom could clearly hear Dongfang Yang's energetic voice coming from below.
Mo Langlan hung up the phone with a "snap", walked outside quickly, and saw Dongfang Yang still pacing leisurely on the stairs, he had a gloomy face and strode in front of him.
Mo Langlan's arms stretched out, pulled at Dongfang Yang, dragged his shirt, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and dragged him to the bedroom.
"Hey, Oban, Lao Tzu is a humble gentleman in Yushu Linfeng, you are like this, let Lao Tzu's image disappear, let go, let Lao Tzu go!" Dongfang Yang, who was dragged by Mo Ranlan, shouted dissatisfiedly.
Mo Langlan completely ignored Dongfang Yang's shouting, he directly dragged Dongfang Yang to the door of the room, and pushed it in the direction of the big bed, "If you can't be cured, you don't want to continue to stay in Sally Hospital." Mo Wildlan's deep voice sounded behind Dongfang Yang.
Dongfang Yang staggered to his feet, he pouted at Mo Ranglan with disdain, and patted his shirt dissatisfiedly.
With a posture of completely ignoring the low pressure emanating from Mo Ranglan's body, Dongfang Yang shook the ponytail on his head very elegantly and walked lazily to the bed.
He first glanced at the white bones lying on the bed, first at the face, then at the exposed arms, and then at the cooling measures of the two people, and nodded with a little satisfaction.
"With a high fever and pneumonia infection, she must not be able to escape. Dongfang Yang gently glanced at the situation of the white bones, and said to Mo Ranglan in an affirmative tone.
Without saying too much, Dongfang Yang took out a medical mask from his pocket and put it on, and then put on a pair of medical rubber gloves, completely losing the indifferent frolic just now, giving people the feeling of being serious and rigorous.
Dongfang Yang poured some alcohol to disinfect the heat detector on the bedside table, and then put it on Bai Gu's forehead, and in less than a few seconds, Dongfang Yang brought the heat detector placed on Bai Gu's forehead to his eyes.
Looking at the degree above, the high fever is 42 degrees, which is terrible, and if you burn it any further, your head will burn out.