Tang Xuyao's chest tightened, and a strange feeling gripped him tightly.
A shudder ran through my mind, and a feeling of fear came over me. An unprecedented fear came over me.
He was wrong, completely wrong, so what if they were in a cold war, he was a man, he should be more generous, he shouldn't be duplicitous, he shouldn't say these things to her, and he shouldn't hurt her like this!
He will lose her!
This message flashed through his mind, and Tang Xuyao shuddered subconsciously.
The rapid ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. A doctor and two accompanying nurses arrived in time carrying medical kits.
Tang Xuyao watched the doctors and nurses busy, but he was at a loss. He just stood aside and watched. When the doctor used an electronic ear thermometer to measure the temperature of Xia Haitao, he frowned when he saw the numbers displayed on the small screen.
Tighter.
"Doctor, how is she?!" Tang Xuyao asked nervously.
"The fever is 38.5 degrees. This should be a recurrence. She had received treatment before, but she fell ill again before she fully recovered, so she needs to be extra careful now."
"..." Tang Xuyao felt that his breathing was about to be suffocated. He knew better than anyone else why she fell ill again. It was all his fault!
"I've already had a fever-reducing injection. Pay attention to her condition. If her temperature can be lowered, there won't be much of a problem." The doctor said in a deep voice.
"In addition, the patient's mood seems to be unstable. I gave her a tranquilizer and she will sleep for a few hours."
"Keep the room warm and allow the patient to sweat more."
"If she doesn't wake up after three hours, give her a bath, remember to use warm water."
Tang Xuyao carefully took down every word the doctor said, even writing it down with a pen, for fear that he would make a mistake because he had no experience in caring for patients.
"That's it for now. If you still have any questions, call us again." The doctor and two nurses turned to leave.
The huge room became quiet again. Tang Xuyao sat on the edge of the bed, dumbfounded: Xia Haitao, you have made yourself like this, but I feel more miserable than you!
The clock was ticking, and in the blink of an eye, three and a half hours had passed, and Xia Haiyu still showed no sign of waking up.
Tang Xuyao thought about the doctor's advice and decided to take her to take a bath.
"Uh-huh..." Xia Haitao breathed quietly. When she used all her strength to force herself to wake up, the man was wiping her body with extreme gentleness.
She was startled, shivering reflexively, and found herself lying in a bathtub filled with hot water, wearing nothing.
And his eyes were deep and gentle, making her feel even hotter.
"You are sick, and the doctor ordered me to do this." The lines on his face tightened, and he said calmly while trying to maintain his composure.
"..." Xia Haiyu easily judged everything. It was him who found her unconscious and took her home.
Biting her lip, she tried to push him away, "I'll do it myself."
"You have no strength." Tang Xuyao continued to wipe her body with a towel. When his fingertips accidentally touched her skin, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
When he saw her and Bai Haoran in the same room, he was filled with anger. At that moment, he even had the urge to devour blood, but in the end that impulse turned into irrational and unscrupulous words.
He was jealous, so he said crazy things!
Xia Haiyu didn't want to give in, but she really didn't have the strength, her little face was drooped, and she was about to curl herself into a ball.
"Let go of your hands." He sat closer and put the towel on her bare shoulders.
"..." Xia Haiyu didn't know if it was because of her fever or something else. She just felt so hot and dizzy. When he came near, she couldn't think.
Biting her lip, she forced out the words, "Go away, you don't need to worry about me...I'll do it myself...Don't pay attention to me...Don't bully me...I don't want you..."
She felt uncomfortable physically and felt even worse in her heart. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw him. Her mood was so contradictory that she wanted to cry. She buried her little face in her bent knees, tears kept rolling in her eyes, and her shoulders
He also trembled faintly.
Tang Xuyao's hand movements paused, his face froze, and he felt even more self-blame in his heart.
It was his fault. He shouldn't be tough at this time, he should just obey her. Now she was as weak as a little girl, which made his heart tighten.
"Stop crying...I won't bully you..." He promised in a low voice, but she still cried.
Taking a deep breath, he handed the towel to her hand, "Okay, you can wash it yourself...but I will watch you here...I'm afraid you will faint again."
Xia Haiyu raised her teary eyes, grabbed a towel with her little hands, and started washing it slowly. It was actually a bath, but it was almost like a bath. She just wanted to use the temperature of hot water to dispel the exhaustion all over her body.
After a while, she took the big towel he handed over, wrapped herself up, covering all the areas that should be covered, and slowly stepped out of the bathtub.
A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. She struggled, but to no avail. She was lifted up by him and her head rested gently on his strong shoulders.
"I...I want to go home...I don't want to be here with you..." She wrinkled her little face and murmured in a low voice, feeling dizzy and about to fall asleep again.
"You can't leave until you're well." He kissed her hair tenderly.
He carried her back to the bedroom, changed the clean sheets, and asked her to lie down. Then he knelt down and sat up, and a pair of big hands began to massage her shoulders. Xia Haiyu subconsciously rebounded.
He held her down and said gently, "Don't move, I'll give you a massage."
His strength was very moderate, and his ten fingers seemed to be filled with magic. Although he was not a professional doctor, it seemed to really relieve her fatigue.
So comfortable!
But... after a while, the owner of the finger began to move erratically, slowly sliding from the shoulder to the back of the snow, and even intended to extend further down.
Xia Haiyu was already groggy, and her confused head seemed to be filled with paste. The only feeling she had was that the hands on her body seemed to be igniting something.
She could feel the heat of his fingertips sliding down her skin. Everywhere they touched, there was a fire. All the strength in her body was drained, as if she was lying on a cloud.