"Zhixing said, this medicine is good for your body. After eating, remember to drink the soup." Sikong Lingge hung up the phone and said.
When Shangguan Rui finally relaxed his eyebrows again, he frowned again, "It's really bitter."
"Don't Chinese people often say that good medicine is bitter? Knowledge and action have said that it is good for your body." Sikong Lingge tried his best to persuade him.
Shangguan Rui pursed his lips, with a tangled expression.
"Otherwise, you have drunk this bowl of soup, I'll get the dessert and let you get the bitter taste in your mouth?" Sikong Lingge coaxed him with a smile.
Although Sikong Lingge seemed to be laughing, Shangguan Rui could see that there was a deep worry in her eyes.
I suddenly had a fever, which scared her.
"This is the only bowl?" Shangguan Rui asked with a frown.
"Only this bowl." The only bowl of this meal. Sikong Lingge nodded and added a sentence in his heart.
"Okay." Shangguan Rui took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, took the bowl of very terrible chicken soup, held his breath, and poured it in one breath.
The few seconds after the soup slid across the tongue and entered the throat, Shangguan Rui really suspected that he would be poisoned to death by the medicine.
Sikong Lingge quickly dialed the inside line and asked the servant to send some sweet things to avoid Shangguan Rui vomiting the medicine.
The housekeeper soon delivered the things.
After Shangguan Rui held a candy, his tongue became much better and he was no longer as painful as before.
"How is it? Are you okay?"
"It's better." Shangguan Rui said weakly.
"Your fever has not completely subsided yet, lie down and rest for a while."
Shangguan Rui was sick this time and was very serious. He was almost lying in bed for half a month.
Repeated fever.
Every time it fades during the day and gets feverish again at night.
Sikong Lingge is by his side every day and takes care of him carefully.
Half a month later, under Sikong Lingge's careful care, Shangguan Rui finally recovered slowly and could go out for a walk.
Sikong Lingge can finally take off his mask and accompany Shangguan Rui for a walk outside.
"How is it? Are you okay? Do you want to sit down and rest?" Along the way, Sikong Lingge kept asking, asking Shangguan Rui's physical condition.
"It's not that weak, it's just a common cold and fever, not a serious illness." Shangguan Rui laughed and wanted to leave by himself.
How could I lie in bed for half a month if I have a common cold or fever?
Sikong Lingge insisted on supporting him, "No, you are just right now, what if you fall accidentally?"
"..." Shangguan Rui, "Ling Ge, I just had a cold, not a stroke."
Just a cold, Sikong Lingge treated himself as if his limbs were not healthy...
Shangguan Rui was really amused and crying.
"So what?" Sikong Lingge looked at him and helped the person down the sun umbrella in the garden.
The sun is a bit big today, and Sikong Lingge is worried about Shangguan Rui’s heat stroke.
"Okay, I need someone to take care of you now." Shangguan Rui saw Sikong Lingge's eyes and knew that he could not resist her. He stopped arguing and obediently asked her to support her.