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"Do you want to blow it?"

Lin Nanxing blinked and couldn't react at once. He thought for a while before he realized what Hodel meant by "blowing".

???

Do you treat him as a child?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Hodel lowered his head, covered Lin Nanxing's wrist bone, and raised it up slightly.

He lowered his eyes and whispered softly to the purple on the back of his hand.

A slightly cool breath brushed across the back of his hand, and a numb feeling spread out indescribable. It looked like fire, and it went up along his arms, making Lin Nanxing's cheeks look warm.

He retracted his hand reflexively, and Hodell did not do anything, for fear that he would accidentally encounter bruises and hurt the other party.

Lin Nanxing stared at his eyes for a while and said, "Doctor-in-law."

Hoddle lifted his eyelids, and a hint of nervousness flashed quickly across his dark pupils: "What's wrong?"

Is he too hard?

Lin Nanxing asked slowly, "Did you see parents coaxing their children on the road?"

Hoddle was stunned for a moment, how could you know?

He didn't ask, but the words on his face were clear.

really……

Lin Nanxing paused, and he knew that Hodel could not have been like this for no reason...

He pinched a corner of the quilt, forced himself to ignore his feelings, and said to Hodel, "Huhuhu is a coaxing child."

"It's considered psychological comfort, it doesn't hurt if you exhale."

Hoddle said with confidence: "You are a child."

Lin Nanxing was silent. Just looking at age, to Hodel, he was indeed a child.

Does Hoddle treat him as a child?

A favorite kid?

…………

Lin Nanxing's fluctuating mood gradually calmed down, and he said to Hodel lightly: "I am an adult, not a child."

Hoddle did not argue about this. He turned his head, dared not look straight into Lin Nanxing's eyes, and asked awkwardly: "How can we not hurt?"

Lin Nanxing thought for a while: "If you don't touch it, it won't hurt."

Hoddle looked at the hospital bed at his hand, hesitated for a moment, and took two steps back.

He lowered his head, and the hair on his forehead fell on his cheeks, looking a little aggrieved inexplicably, like a big dog who accidentally did something wrong. Before the owner could say anything, his husband became furious.

Seeing this, Lin Nanxing bent his lips and said to him: "It won't hurt when you touch it."

Hoddle responded softly with a stern face, but still stopped approaching.

He stood for a while and simply sat on the sofa beside the hospital bed.

He walked away, but the cold and snow-like fragrance kept covering the surroundings, stimulating Lin Nanxing's nerves. He rubbed his nose, lowered his head and continued to reply to WeChat messages.

The other three people who came to visit the hospital bed, which was comparable to the Presidential Suite, slowly turned back.

Zhan Mingzhi was not polite, poured water for himself and several others, and collapsed on the sofa next to the hospital bed.

He looked at the empty room again and slapped his head. No wonder he felt that something was missing.

There are fewer people!

He wondered, "Mr. Lin, are you just staying in the hospital alone?"

If your family doesn’t come, you should have a nursing staff or something.

"Well," Lin Nanxing smiled and explained, "I like to be alone."

It's just a cold, he doesn't need help from others to wash and walk around, and he doesn't need a nurse.

Ms. Zhuang stayed for an afternoon and was driven home by him, while Mr. Lin hid it, so that he would not mobilize others.

Zhan Mingzhi scratched his head: "Isn't it boring for a person?"

“Not boring.”

Lin Nanxing shook his head. He was used to being alone. On the other hand, he had been sleeping for the past two days and had only woken up for a few hours. During this period of waking, he was still due to the basic needs of human beings, eating, washing, etc.

He turned his head and smiled, "Are you bored? Do you want to watch TV?"

"Okay, okay." Zhan Mingzhi responded repeatedly, and it was very boring to just sit.

Young Master Lin doesn't look sick like he can play games.

"The remote control should be on the coffee table."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ward door was knocked and the nurse came again.

The nurse felt embarrassed to bother them, smiled and said quickly:

"Measure a temperature."

Lin Nanxing nodded.

The forehead thermometer was used to measure the body temperature. The nurse approached and leaned over to push away Lin Nanxing's hair on her forehead. As soon as she raised her hand, she felt a chill floating in the direction of the sofa.

She looked over subconsciously, and after meeting Hodel's eyes, she immediately straightened her back and said to Lin Nanxing: "Oh, please expose your forehead."

Lin Nanxing raised his bruised right hand and plucked the silk thread.

Hoddle's air conditioning is more abundant.

The nurse swallowed, not daring to look at him again, and quickly took her body temperature.

After seeing the temperature on the display, she frowned:

“39 degrees, I have a fever.”

Lin Nanxing was stunned for a moment. He had no fever at all, but his physical discomfort faded a little.

The nurse also saw that his condition was better than before, and measured it again: "39.1."

I really had a fever, and it was 0.1 degrees more.

Hoddle's face turned dark and his eyes looked at the nurse became more and more unfriendly.

The nurse said to Lin Nanxing: "I'll tell Dr. Chen that I might have to hang up the water."

Their voices were very light, and the vampires present had good hearing. They heard them, but only Zhan Mingzhi didn't hear them clearly, and vaguely heard the word "Doctor".

He was startled and asked quickly: "What? What's wrong?"

Why do they have to find a doctor as soon as they come?

The nurse turned around and just ran into Hoddle's dead face.

“A little fever.”

After explaining, she hurriedly left the ward.

Zhan Mingzhi looked up and looked at Lin Nanxing carefully. Only then did he realize that his cheeks were slightly red and his eyes were a little moist, as if they were shining.

Wasn't you doing well just now?

Why do you get a fever in the blink of an eye?

Soon, the nurse came with an infusion bag and infusion bottle. She was a little afraid of Hodell's bad face, so she walked towards the other side of the bed.

As soon as the infusion needle was taken out, Hodell's face became darker. He got up and walked to the bed, staring at the nurse.

The nurse's fingers shook slightly invisibly.

Lin Nanxing pulled Hodell's sleeve and diverted his attention: "Is there an apple on the table?"

Hoddle looked back: "No."

Lin Nanxing continued to ask: "Do you have oranges?"

"Yes." Hoddle turned around to get the oranges.

Lin Nanxing looked at the nurse. The nurse understood it carefully, opened the packaging quickly and prepared to puncture.

Lin Nanxing's vein was very obvious. Once she succeeded, she adjusted the speed, looked at Hoddle and trotted away, which was faster than before.

Hoddle peeled an orange, and Lin Nanxing was already injecting.

What I lost this time was not the scarred right hand, but the left hand.

Hoddle handed the orange to Lin Nanxing and stared at the infusion bag drop by drop.

He looked serious, as if he was not looking at infusion, but a country's important matter.

Lin Nanxing yawned and comforted him in turn: "It will be cured soon, there will be no problem with infusion."
To be continued...