He lifted a corner of the quilt and touched the position of her wrist.

As if he was iced by his hands, Xia Wanxin, who was sleeping, was shocked.

Soon, as if she was particularly comfortable, she subconsciously leaned towards his hand.

Bo Qingyun's body was almost inauspicious.

He paused, and used some force to pull her hand out.

A slender wrist, snow-white skin can clearly see the pulse patterns.

My fingertips were slightly accommodating, as if I was dissatisfied with the comfortable temperature being gone.

Bo Qingyun took back her hand.

He glanced at the doctor who was still standing stupidly.

The doctor immediately stepped forward and gave the injection.

I originally thought Xia Wanxin could react a little, but when the needle was stabbed in, she didn't even snorted, without any sense.

Everyone thought she was too harsh to wake up.

In fact, Xia Wanxin suffered too much skin pain in prison, and she was even more deadly during childbirth.

With such pain, her body almost never reflects the pain.

After the injection was finished, Xia Wanxin continued to fall asleep.

The doctor explained: "The patient's mood is a little unstable, which is not conducive to her fever reduction. Although the injection is put on, the physical cooling cannot be stopped. This is a cooling patch and needs to be replaced regularly. In addition, she will sweat. Give her a hot towel to wipe her body should make her feel more comfortable."

As he said, he handed over the things in his hand, thinking that Bo Qingyun and the patient on the bed were in a relationship, and thought that this order was very considerate.

However, Bo Qingyun did not answer, glanced at him coldly, and the look of his eyes was not warm.

The doctor had a cold sweat on his forehead, and he could not guess what he was thinking.

Still Xu Chuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a decision: "Okay, thank you doctor, we will do it."

He took the thing over, the doctor nodded and left quickly.

Xu Chuan took the cooling stickers and put them on the bedside table.

He glanced at Bo Qingyun's face and said again: "Master, you haven't had dinner yet? I'll order food for the young master and the others first, and then send you one. Miss Xia wants to take a look. Her daughter is still in the young master's ward. In this situation, I'm afraid it's not easy to let her come."

After all, the little guy was already very frightened today. When he saw that his mother was also sick, he might be frightened.

The most important thing is that Xu Chuan found that the young master had a good attitude towards this little girl and was not particularly repulsive.

Bo Qingyun also knows this.

After hearing Xu Chuan's words, he looked at him lightly, with only a few simple words: "You have a lot of words today."

Xu Chuan immediately touched his nose, and quickly slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Didn’t he be afraid that Bo Qingyun would want to stay here and not be able to hide his stigma, so he specially found a reason for him?

The steps were paved, but they were still not satisfied.

Sure enough, the boss’s heart is the needle at the bottom of the sea.

Xu Chuan worked tirelessly to go to the restaurant to buy meals suitable for children and patients.

In the ward, Bo Qingyun went to the window and closed the window.

There was no wind, and it felt much warmer all of a sudden.

The quilt on the bed in autumn is not too thick, and Xia Wan's heart is squishing there and she doesn't sleep very peacefully.

He glanced at the cooling stickers and wanted to leave directly, but at some point he walked over by a terrible moment.

When Bo Qingyun reacted, she had already put the thing on her forehead.

It was a small piece, and the remaining touch of her skin at her fingertips.

Bo Qingyun's eyes suddenly condensed, and her face became a little ugly.
Chapter completed!