"It's just a mild infection. As long as you pay a little attention and take care of it carefully, you will be fine." Xia Dongye said.
"..." Tong Shuya felt that she had a lot to ask, but when she opened her mouth, her mind was blank and she couldn't say a word.
The two did not talk anymore until Zuo Chengwei came up with warm water and a new ice bag.
Xia Dongye fed Shangguan Lie to take medicine, sat by the bed for a while, confirmed that his fever slowly subsided, and explained some things to pay attention to before leaving.
Zuo Chengwei did not stay any longer. After confirming that Shangguan Lie was stable, he retreated.
In the room, there were only Tong Shuya and Shangguan Lie.
In order not to disturb Shangguan Lie's rest, only a small lamp was left in the bedroom.
The whole space was dark and cold, exuding an indescribable loneliness.
The person on the bed fell asleep motionlessly, unable to tell whether it was uncomfortable or not.
But Tong Shuya thought that the temperature was so high that it would not be better to go anywhere.
She stood beside the bed, looking down at the people on the bed, not very dared to get close to her.
It was not until this moment that Tong Shuya finally had a sense that Shangguan Lie was really sick.
His slightly dry lips, the dripping on his body, and the bandages wrapped around his chest were reminding her of this fact.
This man who has always been arrogant, domineering, and strong as if he can't stand anything, is really sick.
Somehow, a sour feeling suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Children's Shu Ya's mood is so complicated.
She wanted to turn around and leave the bedroom that completely messed up her mind, but not only did her legs, she sat down by the bed.
Looking at the fragile person on the bed, Tong Shuya found that her legs could not move, and her throat seemed to be choked, and her hair was so dry that it was uncomfortable.
She picked up the cup on the nightstand, poured a large glass of water and drank it, and finally diluted the astringent feeling in her chest.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her body, carefully and tiredly checked the drip on Shangguan Lie's hands and bandages on his chest, and then looked at the temperature on his forehead, and then sat down again with confidence.
There was no sound in the room.
The wall clock was ticking.
Tong Shuya sat blankly by the bed, without saying a word, staring at the person on the bed with her eyes tightly.
She couldn't figure out why Shangguan Lie suddenly ran to the kitchen to make cakes for himself.