After drinking the medicine, Jiang Hemian didn't sleep well.

Wen Jin watched over him, looking at the computer while paying some attention to him.

Listening to the occasional whisper in his ears, from time to time he had to get up to probe the temperature of his forehead and feed him a few sips of water.

It's still hot.

Jiang Hemian was probably uncomfortable, and his brows were furrowed.

Covered with a thin quilt, his face was hot and red.

Wen Jin's face was calm, and he planned to take someone to a private hospital if the temperature hadn't dropped in half an hour.

No matter what, if you are sick, you have to go to the doctor.

I don't know why, the temperature that has been hovering in the high fever range has miraculously slowly calmed down after Wen Jin made that decision.

Wen Jin measured the temperature a few times without believing it, and looked at the temperature on the thermometer, which was slow but continued to drop, and finally felt a little more steady.

After an afternoon, seeing that people were sleeping peacefully, I breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to Jiang Li.

"Senior sister, now that the temperature has dropped, don't worry."

The news of Jiang Li came quickly.

- "Okay, I just left the office door to take a look, then I'm going to continue to work overtime." ”

"Well, remember to eat, don't work too late."

After a few minutes of delay, I replied with a cute OK emoji.

After contacting Jiang Li, Wen Jin glanced at Wang Penghe, who was standing at the door for some time.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Penghe walked in with a bowl of millet porridge in his hand.

He said: "Teacher Zhuqing, you go to eat first, let's change classes, you go to rest first after eating, I'll just keep it." ”

Wen Jin glanced at Jiang Hemian, who was sleeping quietly, and nodded.

After eating alone, he went to Jiang Hemian's room to take a look.

Wang Penghe noticed her and pointed to the bowl of millet porridge on the table, looking not much less.

He whispered: "Although the temperature has dropped, it is estimated that it is still uncomfortable, so I ate two bites." ”

"Well, it's fine."

Wen Jin went over and touched Jiang Hemian's forehead, her hands were too cold to try.

I simply leaned down and pressed my forehead against my forehead.

Jiang Hemian's hair was a little damp, and the temperature transmitted from his forehead was better than in the afternoon.

Although it is still higher than her body temperature, there is always a recovery process.

"How?" Wang Penghe asked beside him.

"Let him drink the medicine first." Wen Jin said: "You help him up, I'll go get the medicine." ”

When I took the medicine and adjusted the temperature of the water.

Wen Jin listened to Wang Penghe behind him and whispered Jiang Hemian, but he didn't get a response, but he sounded like he was about to cry, and he almost didn't hold back.

Holding back a smile, when he walked to the bed, he found that Jiang Hemian had already sat up with one hand on his body.

Wang Peng, like a little quail who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, stood aside with a bitter face and didn't speak.

"How does it feel? Still uncomfortable? ”

Jiang Hemian shook his head, took the medicine in her hand, didn't look at the water, tilted his head, and swallowed the medicine directly.

"You're cool though." Wen Jin handed the water to him and said with a smile: "But I still have to drink water." ”

Jiang Hemian frowned, and before he was about to refuse, Wen Jin said again:

"Just have a drink."

An unquestionable attitude.

Jiang Hemian looked at the large square cup in her hand that was worth two ordinary cups, and wanted to ask: Are you serious?

Wen Jin, of course, is serious.

She knew that although Jiang Hemian usually loved to drink water, he especially hated drinking water when he was sick.

The reason is very simple, Jiang Daxing doesn't want to run to the toilet.

In order to prevent Jiang Hemian from bargaining, Wen Jin specially asked Wang Penghe to bring an oversized cup back.

One cup is one cup, anyway, the cup is big enough.

Jiang Hemian's face was still sickly red, and his beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of water.

The usually indifferent eyes that are usually intimidating have become no threat at this moment.

Aggrieved and angry, he took the glass of water, and in front of Wen Jin, he slurred and swallowed.

Seeing him like this, a smile flashed in Wen Jin's eyes, and he deliberately asked:

"It's in good shape, it looks like it's going to get better soon?"

Wang Penghe wanted to say something, but was blocked back by Jiang Hemian in advance, and deliberately raised his voice and said coldly:

"It's already done."

He is naturally cold-faced, and he usually looks at people like this, and ordinary people can't wait to retreat.

At this moment, he raised his eyebrows, and his dark eyes swept straight over, making him even more fierce.

But in Wen Jin's opinion, at this time, he is similar to a little tiger who is still showing his teeth and claws in the sick and weak period and trying to scare others.

Although it may only be Wen Jin's opinion.

After all, Wang Penghe, who did not have the blessing of the cub filter, silently took a few steps back, and was already trembling.

is such a tall person, but he is a little weak.

Wen Jin smiled, did not expose his hard mouth, and nodded.

"Go back and rest." Jiang Hemian suddenly spoke.

It's already dark outside.

When he was asleep, although he didn't feel anything, he could feel Wen Jin always by his side.

From time to time, he would gently caress his hot forehead, with a warm coldness, which ironed the dryness in his body from the inside out.

Although he didn't make much noise, he couldn't be wrong with that reassuring familiarity.

"Okay, then I'll go, send me a message when I'm uncomfortable."

Wen Jin didn't force it.

She planned to go back and take a shower first, finish the manuscript that she didn't finish today, and then take a look at Jiang Hemian's situation.

The temperature is low, but there is no guarantee that it will not rise again.

Jiang Hemian's physique is not better than ordinary people, and he is naturally weaker.

When I grew up, I felt better and didn't get sick easily.

But that's it, once in a while, it's very serious.

After a few words of advice to Wang Penghe, Wen Jin went back to the room.

After everything was done, he stayed in Jiang Hemian's room for a while, and only after making sure that he was okay did he go back.

The burn started in the middle of the night.

Wen Jin tossed and turned in bed for more than an hour, feeling inexplicably restless, she really couldn't help it, and went to Jiang Hemian's room in the dark to take a look, only to find that at some point, Jiang Hemian, who had almost subsided in fever, burned again.

Although it is a low-grade fever, it looks much more miserable than when there is a high fever.

A little tear oozed from the corner of his eyes, his expression was painful and aggrieved, and Xiao Zhi whispered something vaguely.

It's like a puppy that has been ruthlessly discarded and can't find a place to go.

On a cool summer night, Jiang Hemian was covered in a layer of hot sweat, but his body was cold to the touch, and he couldn't move.

Some small problems that were not in good health when I was young also showed up in the stitches, highlighting my sense of existence.

It was cold and painful.

The fish was caught ashore, and the sticky slime made it flutter in its dying, little by little closer to the river.

The moment he jumped into the water, thinking that he had been saved, Fang Jue found that it was a dry river.

From another hell to another.

Jiang Hemian fell into a deep nightmare, confused, his throat was dry and painful, and his hoarse pulling made people want to cry.

His eyelids fluttered uneasily, and he could not open them, except for a glimpse of darkness.

He felt like the fish, screaming, trying to survive.

For a long time, Jiang Hemian was a little desperate, so desperate that he was helpless, and he was about to give up.

A pair of cold hands caressed his forehead, followed by a warm touch, and a gentle voice sounded:

"Xiaobao, where is it? I'm waiting for you here, have I found Xiaobao? ”

The man lifted Jiang Hemian with a little effort, and the two sides hugged face to face, Jiang Hemian rested his head on her neck socket, his pale lips and teeth were attached there, and he was vague:

"Here, found, found....."

The man lowered his eyebrows, and was still gently coaxing him, as if someone had just hugged and coaxed him all night after countless difficult nights when he was a child.

The cool hand gently patted his back, and then lifted it to caress his messy and damp hair.

Floating and sinking as if he hadn't stepped on the ground, his mouth was bitter and tearful.

The man spoke again, and she told him to open his mouth, and the sweetness of the thick grapes melted into his mouth, so sweet that Jiang Hemian was tired.

gently caressing the top of his head, he sang slowly and skillfully;

"Snoring, we can't be scared, purring, scarring, can't be scared....."

It's not bitter, but Jiang Hemian still wants to cry, and he still wants to ask:

"Where's home? Do you have a baby at home? ”