"Yeah." Ji Muran responded, but still felt a sore throat and couldn't help but frown again.
When Shen Wenzhou saw this, he didn't say anything more, but silently stood up and went to the side to pour water.
He carefully poured a glass of warm water over, put it on the bedside table first, and helped Ji Muran, who was still lying on the hospital bed, up.
Ji Muran felt lighter now, but she still didn't have much strength. When Shen Wenzhou went to help her, her whole body was leaning on Shen Wenzhou.
Shen Wenzhou helped the person up, then took the cup and let Ji Muran drink water.
Ji Muran was so thirsty that he drank a glass of water in one breath.
"Do you want to drink more?" Shen Wenzhou asked quietly.
Ji Muran raised her head slightly and glanced at Shen Wenzhou, feeling a little embarrassed, but still nodded. She still felt very thirsty.
So Shen Wenzhou went to pour water again. Ji Muran's eyes were always following Shen Wenzhou's back, watching him patiently take care of him.
Perhaps because she was sick and mentally fragile, Ji Muran's eyes felt hot. She sniffed and tried to control her emotions.
Shen Wenzhou poured water over. This time Ji Muran drank half a glass and stopped. Although he was very thirsty, he felt that he could no longer drink.
"The fever has gone down. How do you feel now? Are you feeling dizzy or something like that?" Shen Wenzhou asked.
Ji Muran shook his head, "I'm not dizzy anymore, but my throat still hurts a little."
In fact, I still felt very tired, as if I hadn't had a good rest for a long time, but Ji Muran was embarrassed to say it.
Shen Wenzhou nodded, "The doctor prescribed medicine to be taken after meals. It's already past six in the afternoon. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
As soon as Shen Wenzhou finished speaking, Ji Muran's stomach began to growl before Ji Muran had time to say whether she was hungry or not. She answered Shen Wenzhou's question for Ji Muran.
"Heh." Shen Wenzhou chuckled lightly, "You have just recovered from your fever and can only eat something light. Let me order you some porridge."
Ji Muran was a little embarrassed, but when she raised her eyes and looked at Shen Wenzhou awkwardly, she realized that Shen Wenzhou's smile was very nice. He was obviously laughing at her, but it made Ji Muran look a little lost.
"But you can choose the porridge. What kind of porridge do you want to eat?" Shen Wenzhou asked as he took out his mobile phone to make a call.
Ji Muran's heart was beating loudly, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Just lean meat porridge."
"Okay." Shen Wenzhou responded, and the call was already dialed on his mobile phone.
While Shen Wenzhou was on the phone, he went to the window, and Ji Muran's eyes followed closely behind.
Because he was indoors and the heating was turned on at full speed, Shen Wenzhou took off his coat. At this moment, he was wearing a white shirt, with the hem of his shirt tucked into his suit pants.
His cuffs were slightly rolled up, and his well-jointed fingers were holding the phone empty. When he spoke, his voice was cool and cool without giving off the feeling of arrogance.
Ji Muran couldn't help but be in a trance as she watched. Her slender and thin hands were placed on the quilt, and she couldn't help but squeeze it tightly at some point, as if she had made up her mind.
Shen Wenzhou came over after making the call, "The doctor said you'd better keep under observation for one night. If you don't have a fever tonight, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Ji Muran nodded.
Shen Wenzhou also nodded, and then the two fell silent, as if they had nothing to talk about.