When Jiang Junlin returned to the ward, he saw an angry Ji Xuan. His face was pale, as if he was about to die at any time. Jiang Junlin frowned, "What's going on?"
The doctor said nearby, "Mr. Ji was allergic to drugs, had high blood pressure, and had some irregular heartbeats. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and saved his life."
The doctor emphasized that the rescue was timely, and Ji Xun gave him a wink, asking you to speak a little more, without letting you use exaggerated rhetoric. Ji Xun's eyes almost popped out, and it was the concubine who knew his master better.
Nick came over and said, "It's very late. Master needs to rest. Let's go first."
The doctor wanted to explain Ji Xun's condition more rationally, but Nick was afraid that he would make too many mistakes, so he pulled him away. Jiang Junlin sat next to him with a heavy face. Ji Xun's breathing was deliberately adjusted to look weak, and his voice was low.
He called his brother lowly, and Jiang Junlin looked at him lukewarmly. Ji Xun's heart beat wildly. No matter how blind he was, he knew that this was a sign of Jiang Junlin's anger.
"Brother, are things not going well?" Ji Xuan asked weakly and coughed twice cooperatively. Even if Jiang Junlin was angry again, he reached out and gently stroked his chest.
Ji Xuan held his hand tightly, looking at him pitifully with tears in his eyes.
Jiang Junlin, "..."
“Very smooth.”
"Then why are you so angry? Who made you unhappy?"
"you guess."
Ji Xun thought to himself, does this need to be guessed? It must be me! Ji Xun shook his head, "I can't guess who made my brother unhappy, so I fired him, banned him, and made him unable to find a job in the industry."
Jiang Junlin sneered, "Good idea, I will consider it."
Ji Xun, "..."
He glanced at the dense cold sweat on Ji Xuan's forehead. It didn't look like he was pretending. He frowned slightly and took a towel to wipe his sweat. Is this acting so realistic?
Ji Xun secretly thought, too bad, his brother didn't know that he was taking the medicine. If he knew that he was taking the medicine to achieve realistic effects, he would be even more angry. He had to hide it.
Jiang Junlin touched his forehead and took an ear thermometer to measure it. Ji Xun had a slight fever. The effects of the medicine would indeed make his body feel strange and he looked very weak.
"Xiao Xuan, you..." Jiang Junlin's expression changed, "You have a low fever, what's wrong with you?"
"Headache." Ji Xuan pressed his hand against his, "My heart also hurts."
"I'm calling the doctor."
"The doctor has seen it. There is no need to take medicine or anti-fever injections for low fever. It is a normal reaction. Just rest more and sweat more." Ji Xuan coughed weakly, "Brother, you are not angry with me, are you?
"
"What did you do to make me angry?" Jiang Junlin asked calmly.
In fact, when something happened on the Jidao side and he needed to handle it, he felt something was wrong. Ji Xun always wanted to get rid of him and play catch-a-turtle-in-a-jar, but Jiang Junlin saw through it and did what Ji Xun wanted.
After he took the people away, he asked Zhang Qiang to bring six people back, so that Ji Xun would not be short of manpower. Unexpectedly, Ji Xun went through all the troubles and tossed himself to the operating room. Before he could catch anyone, he caught a chess piece.
He was in the hospital, still weak, and nothing unexpected happened, but he didn't seem to care at all. As long as he could catch someone, he didn't care at all even if he was broken down or sick.
What's more important than his own body?
But he clearly saw through it and cooperated, but he was still very angry.
"What did I do wrong?" Ji Xun looked at him innocently, "I don't know."
