After Lin Feng prepared Ye Chen's medicine and injected an intravenous drip, he gave some instructions on what to pay attention to and left.
Liang Yimo always felt that Lin Feng was an extraordinary person. He had a calm attitude and superb medical skills, but he was willing to be the director of an urban hospital without any complaints.
Liang Yimo didn't miss the look Lin Feng gave her before leaving.
There was a feeling that made her feel ashamed, which was ironic and disgusting, so he didn't bother to talk to her. He should hate her because she was now the third party in the eyes of others.
After Ye Chen finished the injection, perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, he began to feel peaceful. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Liang Yimo got up and looked for a towel to wipe his sweat. Ye Chen was lying on the bed.
Chen suddenly opened his eyes and quickly grabbed her wrist, "You still want to leave?"
Liang Yimo turned around, broke free from his hand, and said helplessly, "I'm going to find a towel, you're sweating a lot!"
Ye Chen stared at her closely, as if she was going to leave in the next second, and asked critically, "Are you really not leaving?"
At this moment, he was like a child, imagining that his mother would leave him in a strange park the next second, as if she no longer wanted him. He had no sense of completeness at all, and Liang Yimo couldn't refuse.
"I'm really not leaving!" She opened his hand with her hand and wanted to turn around to find a towel.
But before she could turn around, Ye Chen stood up and grabbed her again, put his arms around her slender waist, and said in a child-like domineering manner, "No, just let the housekeeper bring a towel. You can sit here, you can't go anywhere."
can not go!"
"What are you doing?" Liang Yimo screamed and pulled him back. The needle in his hand almost rolled out, and blood had begun to return to the infusion tube.
But Ye Chen grinned. He just liked seeing her nervous, "Look, you still care about me!"
Liang Yimo pushed him back to the bed, covered him with a quilt roughly, and said angrily, "Yes, I care about you. Please, Mr. Ye, please don't always act like a child and make fun of your body."
Ok?"
But Ye Chen once again grasped her weak and boneless flesh and wrapped it in the palm of his hand. His deep eyes were shining with radiance, "As long as you are by my side, I will not make fun of my body!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Liang Yimo threw his hand away like lightning. Ye Chen looked at the door with some displeasure, "Come in!"
Yunzhu walked in with a bowl of porridge, smiled shyly at Liang Yimo, and then whispered to Ye Chen, "Master, this is the porridge the butler ordered to cook for you!"
At this moment, Ye Chen returned to his previous cold image. He glanced at the table and said coldly, "Leave it there. If you don't have anything to do, you don't have to come in!"
"Yes!" Yunzhu turned around and walked out of the room.
Liang Yimo glanced at the porridge on the table. She had already heard from the housekeeper that he hadn't eaten in the past few days. A normal person would have collapsed long ago. She picked up the book placed aside and read it leisurely.
stand up.
After a long time, he didn't see him touching the porridge on the table. He frowned and said, "You are weak now. Drinking some porridge will help you recover!"
"Feed me!" Ye Chen said domineeringly.
"You have your own hands, why do you want me to feed you?" Liang Yimo felt that he was being unreasonable now.
"I just want you to feed me. If you don't feed me, I won't eat!" Ye Chen simply lay on the bed, motionless.
"It's up to you!" Liang Yimo turned his head to the side angrily.
The room became much quieter for a while, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin falling on the floor. She felt a little uncomfortable for a moment and picked up the book in her hand and started reading.
When Liang Yimo was reading, she was often fascinated and forgot the time for a moment. She didn't know how long it had passed before a slight hum sounded in her ears. She turned around and found that Ye Chen's face was very pale at the moment, his body was curled up, and one hand
He covered his abdomen and his face was stained with sweat.
"What's wrong with you?" Liang Yimo put down the book and hurried to the bed.
"It's okay!" Ye Chen turned his head to the side, but the expression on his face betrayed him.
Liang Yimo, who was good at observing, had already discovered the cause of the matter. She looked at the cold porridge on the table that night, then looked at Ye Chen who was extremely uncomfortable on the bed, and asked speechlessly, "Do you have a stomachache?
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Ye Chen still tilted his head to one side and did not answer her.
Liang Yimo sighed and pressed the phone on the bedside, "Do you still have the porridge that Yunzhu just cooked? I'm bringing you a bowl!"
"You clearly know that your stomach is not good, why are you struggling with yourself?" As he said this, he turned around and took out the stomach medicine from the drawer where he kept the stomach medicine, and then took a cup of hot water.
Ye Chen used to have stomach pains, so he kept some stomach pain relievers at home.
After Yunzhu served the hot porridge, she saw that the porridge was already cold on the table and had not been touched, so she took it away without saying a word.
Liang Yimo picked up the porridge and handed it to him, "Drink some porridge first and rest your stomach before taking medicine!"
Ye Chen tilted his head to the side, "Feed me!"
"You..." Liang Yimo finally chose to compromise.
He picked up the porridge out of anger, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, blew it carefully, and slowly brought it to his mouth, "Eat!"
When she owes him!
Ye Chen swallowed it obediently and kept looking at her. Liang Yimo deliberately ignored his burning eyes. It was not until he finished drinking the porridge and took medicine that his complexion improved.
Liang Yimo looked at Ye Chen who had closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bed. He slowly put his hand on his forehead and looked at it. It was better than before but still as hot as a piece of charcoal. Perhaps it was the effect of the medicine that made him appear.
He was sweating a lot, so she put hot hair on his forehead and wiped the sweat off his body. His clothes were already wet with sweat, so she had to change him into clean pajamas.
Liang Yimo untied his clothes and hesitated for a few seconds before taking off his pants. Finally, he took them off for him with a lot of effort, and wiped his whole body with a warm towel.
She changed clothes for him, and even she was sweating after doing all this.
I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, only to find that it was already after 12 o'clock in the evening. I sighed, so I had to call my home to say that I couldn't go back, and I stayed at my friend's house. My mother said no on the phone.
The reassuring voice was mixed with that of Aunt Feng next to her who kept yelling about giving her some private space. Finally, she hung up the phone after getting permission.
Liang Yimo habitually opened the closet in the cloakroom. When he found that his previous pajamas and clothes were all placed inside, he was stunned for a moment. Finally, he picked a comfortable pajama and walked into the bathroom.
Ye Chen, who had been keeping his eyes closed on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the closed bathroom door with a smile on his thin lips.