Li Mingxi shook his head: "No, you are seriously ill and must get an injection. Otherwise, your flight ticket tomorrow morning will be invalid."
Xiao Lang really wanted to say, if it's invalid, it's invalid. Anyway, it was my money, so I really don't feel bad at all.
He endured it and said gloomily: "Don't give me the injection now. If my condition doesn't improve, we'll talk about it later."
Li Mingxi gave him a blank look.
"You are so naive. Your fever has reached 39 degrees. If you don't cool down, you will become a fool."
"It's okay, I'm not stupid yet..."
"I think I'm already stupid."
Li Mingxi took the syringe and stopped following him.
"Now, you must give me your hand! If you don't give it to me, I will have someone take you to the hospital, and I will leave by myself early tomorrow morning. I will do what I say!"
This threat was severe enough that Xiao Lang did not dare to continue to be stubborn.
He pursed his lips and said, "Go and buy me a bowl of tofu soup, and I'll take the injection."
"Tofu soup?"
"Well, put more sugar."
Li Mingxi couldn't help laughing: "You still want to eat candy! I brought chocolate, how about you eat chocolate?"
"No, I want to eat bean curd soup."
"I'll buy you a lollipop."
Xiao Lang insisted: "I just want to eat beancurd soup."
Li Mingxi wanted to give him a big surprise, "The place that sells bean curd soup is so far away, I don't want to go there!"
Douhua soup was sold at the night market they visited on their first night.
But it would take more than ten minutes to get there by taxi, so she didn't want to go.
"But I really want to eat." Xiao Lang looked at her pitifully.
It was probably due to the fever. His eyes seemed to be misty, like the eyes of a wounded animal, confused, innocent, pitiful and cute.
Li Mingxi's heart was hit hard by his appearance.
She immediately took out her phone, clicked it, and took a picture of what he looked like at that moment.
Xiao Lang: "..."
Li Mingxi looked at the photo with satisfaction and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll buy it for you, but you can't fall asleep. If your condition becomes serious, call me immediately."
"Okay." Xiao Lang nodded in agreement.
Li Mingxi took her wallet and had to run errands again.
After she left, Xiao Lang endured his headache, turned over and walked towards the bathroom.
He took off his clothes, turned on the shower, and rinsed his body with cold water.
He was covered in sweat and really wanted to take a bath.
But the purpose of taking a cold shower was to make his condition worse...
Li Mingxi urged the taxi driver to drive faster along the way, but it still took her half an hour to get back.
Li Mingxi opened the door and entered the house with the bean curd soup. Li Mingxi didn't even change his shoes. He put down the bean curd soup and went to stroke Xiao Lang's head.
She found that his temperature seemed to have risen again.
Li Mingxi frowned, took the thermometer, and measured it at his ear.
39.7 degrees!
Li Mingxi felt flustered.
Xiao Lang was already confused by the fever. Li Mingxi pulled out his arm, got a new syringe, and gave him a dose of antipyretic injection.
The pain made Xiao Lang open his eyes: "Back?"
"What's wrong with you? Even taking medicine can make your condition worse!"
Li Mingxi scolded him while giving him an infusion.
After hanging the hanging bag, Li Mingxi took out a few more pills and fed them to him.
Xiao Lang was obedient now and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
After everything was done, Li Mingxi still didn't dare to be careless and kept paying attention to his temperature.
It wasn't until his temperature began to drop that she breathed a sigh of relief.