The weather outside suddenly became gloomy, and the ward was also dark.
Su Bai was waiting for Zhang Mingliang, and the longer he waited, the more anxious he became. Fu Yanye and Yan Zheng were staring at him at each stop.
——
Shengyuan.
"I'm back."
Zhuo Jian was ordered to go home.
"Young Madam, you came back just in time, and I have a letter from you."
After Zhuo Jian returned, her aunt took a letter out of her pocket and gave it to her.
Zhuo Jian was a little dizzy, glanced at it, took it apart and walked towards the living room.
After taking it apart, it turned out to be an old photo.
It's Lin Ruxiang and Fu Yanye.
This was not the first time she received such a photo. She held it in her hand and turned it over, thinking that it was Lin Ruxiang who sent it before, but what about this time?
It will definitely be the same this time.
Zhuo Jian put it on the coffee table without paying much attention, then sat down on the sofa and leaned back.
Suddenly my scalp feels tight and my back is covered with sweat.
The aunt came out with tea. Seeing that her expression was not right, she asked softly: "Is Madam not feeling well?"
"Um?"
As soon as Zhuo Jian opened his eyes, his vision went dark and he closed them again.
The aunt felt something was wrong, so she immediately walked over and touched her forehead, "Oh, why is it so hot?"
Before Zhuo Jian could say anything, she heard her aunt's voice getting farther and farther away: "Master, the young lady has a fever. It seems to be quite serious."
"I'll go back right away."
Fu Yanye was still in the hospital. After hearing the call, he immediately left Su Bai and went home.
Su Bai was still waiting for Zhang Mingliang, and kept calling when he couldn't wait.
Half an hour later.
Fu Yanye returned home, handed his coat to his aunt, and asked, "Where's Madam?"
"I'm lying on the sofa. I just took my temperature. It's thirty-eight degrees five."
The aunt greeted him while answering.
Fu Yanye went to the living room with a sullen face, and then found her on the sofa.
When he accidentally saw the photo on the coffee table, his eyebrows jumped.
"You're back, how is Brother Su Bai?"
Zhuo Jian raised his eyelids. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew it was him.
"My body should recover soon, but I'm not in a good mood."
Fu Yanye looked at the photo, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
He couldn't even remember when the photo was taken.
"What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian asked again tiredly.
Fu Yanye came back to his senses and sat down next to her, "I don't care about him now, what about you?"
"Compared to Brother Su Bai's injuries, my injuries are minor, and I have already taken medicine."
She responded to him with a voice that was slightly hoarse due to fever.
"Are you sure it's a minor problem? Let's go to the hospital."
Fu Yanye spoke a little seriously and touched her forehead, burning the palm of his hand.
"I don't want to go to the hospital. My aunt just gave me medicine and I should be fine soon."
"Do you think you know better than doctors?"
Fu Yanye said and wanted to withdraw his hand.
"Don't take it away, keep putting it on it, it's so comfortable."
Zhuo Jian hugged his hand that was about to let go and put it on her forehead. It felt so cold and comfortable.
"You have a serious fever."
Fu Yanye knew that she was coveting that bit of coolness, so he stretched his other hand into her clothes while worried, and his body was as hot as a furnace. He also followed the heat on her body, and his face became even more ugly.
"Why don't you go back if you can't retreat, Liang."
Zhuo Jian's body bowed slightly, and the hand he stretched out into his clothes was cold, but his words were muted and a little coquettish.
"Carry you upstairs to rest?"
Fu Yanye immediately took his hands out and pulled her clothes up.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded and lazily raised his arm.
Fu Yanye stepped forward and hugged her, gently pressed his face against her neck, and whispered: "I'll forget about it if you burn it to death."
Zhuo Jian giggled and hugged him tightly.
"Don't let your son come back first, it will be bad if he gets infected by me."
Zhuo Jian warned.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agrees with this.
He just lowered his eyes and looked down at the photo, and his face darkened.
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Later, when she returned to the bedroom, Fu Yanye lay with her for a while. She was dizzy with fever, and Fu Yanye kissed her on the forehead distressedly.
Zhuo Jian snuggled into his arms, and then her hot little hands began to move around on his shirt.