"Zhixing said that this medicine is good for your body. After eating, remember to drink the soup." Sikong Lingge said after hanging up the phone.
When Shangguan Rui heard that he wanted to drink that kind of soup, Shangguan Rui's eyebrows finally relaxed and he frowned again, "It's really bitter."
"Don't the Chinese often say that good medicine tastes bitter? Knowledge and practice have said that it is good for your body." Sikong Lingge tried his best to persuade.
Shangguan Rui pursed his lips with a tangled expression.
"Otherwise, you drink this bowl of soup and I go get the dessert so you can get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth?" Sikong Lingge coaxed him with a smile.
Although Sikong Lingge seemed to be smiling, Shangguan Rui could see that there was deep worry in her eyes.
She suddenly had a fever, which really scared her.
"Is this the only bowl?" Shangguan Rui asked with a frown.
"Only this one." The only bowl in this meal. Sikong Lingge nodded and added in his mind.
"Okay." Shangguan Rui took a deep breath, braced himself, took the terrible bowl of chicken soup, held his breath, and drank it down in one breath.
In the few seconds when the soup slid over his tongue and entered his throat, Shangguan Rui really suspected that he would be poisoned to death by this medicine.
Sikong Lingge quickly dialed the internal line and asked the servant to bring something sweet to prevent Shangguan Rui from vomiting the medicine.
The butler delivered the things quickly.
After Shangguan Rui swallowed a piece of candy, his tongue felt much better and was no longer as unbearable as before.
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
"It's better." Shangguan Rui said weakly.
"Your fever hasn't completely subsided yet. Lie down and rest for a while."
Shangguan Rui nodded and slowly got down.
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Shangguan Rui's illness was very serious this time, and he almost stayed in bed for most of the month.
Recurrent fever.
Every time the fever goes away during the day and comes back again at night.
Sikong Lingge stays with him every day and takes care of him carefully.
Half a month later, under Sikong Lingge's careful care, Shangguan Rui finally recovered slowly and was able to go out for a walk.
Sikong Lingge was finally able to take off her mask and accompany Shangguan Rui for a walk outside.
"How are you? Are you okay? Do you want to sit down and rest?" Along the way, Sikong Lingge kept asking about Shangguan Rui's physical condition.
"It's not that weak. It's just a common cold and fever. It's not a serious illness." Shangguan Rui laughed and wanted to leave by himself.
How can I stay in bed for half a month with a common cold and fever?
Sikong Lingge insisted on supporting him, "No, you are just fine now, what if you accidentally fall?"
"..." Shangguan Rui said, "Lingge, I just have a cold, not a stroke."
It was just a cold, but Sikong Lingge took care of him as if his limbs were disabled...
Shangguan Rui really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"So?" Sikong Lingge glanced at him and helped him to the sun umbrella in the garden.
The sun is a bit bright today, and Sikong Lingge is worried about Shangguan Rui suffering from heat stroke.
"Okay, I really need someone to take care of me now." Shangguan Rui looked at Sikong Lingge's eyes and knew that he couldn't defeat her, so he stopped arguing and let her support him obediently.