Qingge put down the medicine box, immediately took out the syringe, and took an antipyretic needle first.
The fever is too high, at least 41 degrees.
Moreover, if the fever has been burning for too long, if the temperature is not cooled down immediately, there may be sequelae even after recovery.
The medicine she left for him today can reduce inflammation and prevent him from burning like this.
Now it seems that it is the stagnation attacking the heart and the stagnation in the chest that cannot be resolved, which is why the high fever persists even when there is no inflammation.
After giving Mu Yuan the injection, Qingge gently took off his clothes and sprinkled the powder she gave him on his back.
However, the medicinal powder was sprinkled on randomly, and no one was allowed to apply the medicine carefully.
Hasn't Pandan been taking care of him?
I'm afraid it's some ancient man's extremely powerful concept of chastity that even the girl's back is not allowed to see.
Qingge didn't have this concept, so Mu Yuan's clothes were easily pulled off by her.
How to apply medicine without taking off your clothes? Is life important or some bullshit chastity concept?
It was just a look at his back, not anything indescribable.
The injury on the back was actually not very serious, it was an internal injury.
Little by little, she applied medicine to the wounds on his back.
This time, it was much better than spraying powder on his own.
After giving him the medicine, I looked at his face again and found that he was indeed sweating profusely. Her injection was particularly effective.
Especially for people who are already in good physical shape.
This time she turned him over and let him lie down.
Mu Yuan frowned. Just as he felt a little better, unexpectedly, his back started to hurt again.
Drowsily, he opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, what he saw was the face he was longing for.
"Qing'er..." He wanted to reach out and touch her.
But the girl casually pushed back his hand that he had finally raised, looking extremely indifferent.
Chu Qingge twisted a warm towel and wiped the sweat from his face and forehead while complaining:
"Don't think I forgive you. Without a reasonable reason, you will no longer be my friend!"
"Qing'er..." Now, how could Mu Yuan give her any reason?
He doesn't even know what he is doing.
Qingge took off his clothes again and wiped his body.
He was sweating profusely and was still breaking out.
However, with so much sweating, the heat should be able to be suppressed.
I don’t know when Pandan will come back.
Within about one stick of incense, Qingge wiped Mu Yuan's body three times, and the heat finally subsided.
Reach out and check again, it should be around thirty-eight degrees five degrees.
Although the fever is still present, at this rate, the fever should be completely gone after just one stick of incense.
Qingge wiped his body again, fearing that Xianglan would come back suddenly, so she packed her things, fed him a pill, and was about to leave.
As soon as the man walked to the window, he heard Mu Yuan on the bed say hoarsely: "Don't...leave me..."
I didn't hear it clearly, but it seemed like he was telling her not to leave?
People who are sick feel particularly insecure.
"Xianglan will be back soon, she will take care of you." Putting these words aside, regardless of whether the other party heard it, she climbed out the window.
The slender figure flickered across the yard and landed easily on the roof.
I was about to go back to my room along the roof, but I didn't expect that as soon as I walked a few houses away, I was stunned by the figure in front of me.
For a moment, I couldn't react, and I didn't know if I should continue to move forward.
