Nie Zheng pushed open the door, and a pillow was immediately thrown over, hitting him right in the face.
"Get out."
Feng Xiaoxiao's voice was a little tired and hoarse, but she was still stubborn. She muttered: "If I don't see a doctor, can't you let me sleep well?"
Why.
Nie Zheng leaned over, picked up the pillow, and walked to the bed.
Feng Xiaoxiao covered her head with a cup and muttered, "Aunt Lin, I really don't want to see a doctor, huh."
Oh.
Nie Zheng chuckled and saw the thermometer on the bedside table, then picked it up and pulled back the quilt.
Feng Xiaoxiao was startled, "Aunt Lin, what are you doing?"
"Take your temperature."
"Trouble! Come on..."
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly froze and stared blankly at the person in front of him - Mr. Nie? Why is he back? Didn't he just leave yesterday?
These emotions were quickly forgotten by her, and the grievances followed.
Feng Xiaoxiao's eyelids drooped, and her words became more difficult to speak. "Mr. Nie, I'm sick."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded, picked up the thermometer and put it against her forehead.
"39.2℃."
Nie Zheng's eyes darkened and he joked angrily, "Where's the barbecue? Is it cooked?"
Feng Xiaoxiao stopped talking and leaned softly on the pillow.
Nie Zheng raised his hand and rubbed her head gently, "Feng Chuan is coming over right away. He needs to see a doctor. He should get injections and take medicine."
"Well..." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded obediently.
Feng Chuan arrived quickly, carrying a medical kit and a female nurse. After all, if an injection was needed, Mr. Nie would definitely not let him come.
Feng Chuan examined Feng Xiaoxiao.
"It's okay. If you have a cold or a fever, just take some medicine and have a good rest... then everything will be fine."
Nie Zheng nodded, "Okay, trouble."
Feng Chuan prescribed medicine and gave some instructions, all to the nurse.
"Let her take her medicine on time, pay attention to her body temperature, and... she should eat lightly, be careful not to catch cold again, and change sweaty clothes in time."
"Yes." The nurse nodded, "I know, Dean."
Feng Chuan left, leaving the female nurse to take care of Feng Xiaoxiao.
"I feel uncomfortable..." Feng Xiaoxiao frowned and groaned. "My body is all sweaty."
"Mrs. Nie, please change your clothes first." The nurse rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll get you some clothes."
Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Nie Zheng eagerly and said, "I want to take a shower and change clothes."
"Forget it about taking a shower."
Nie Zheng shook his head and said patiently, "You still have a fever. It's easy to catch a cold after taking a bath... Now, change your pajamas and be obedient."
The nurse came back with the clothes. Nie Zheng frowned and said, "Give it to me. You go and guard outside first. I'll call you if anything happens."
"Uh..." The nurse was stunned for a moment and didn't ask any more questions, "Okay, Mr. Nie."
Nie Zheng sat down by the bed and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, get up and change into your pajamas."
Feng Xiaoxiao turned over and looked at him, "I don't have the strength..."
this……
Nie Zheng was stunned for a moment. Does this mean that he can't change it?
"Then..." Nie Zheng asked, "I'll ask the nurse to come in and help you change."
Feng Xiaoxiao pouted, as if she was angry with him, "Oh, that's fine, I won't change it, so just leave it like this."
Why.
Nie Zheng sighed silently, what should he do with her?
Does she know that if she is like this... he will only become more and more reluctant to part with her? There are some things that she cannot give him, but she exudes a fatal attraction to him.
Nie Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, "Shall I change it for you?"
"Um!"
Feng Xiaoxiao turned around, opened her arms towards Nie Zheng, and said with a smile, "Okay."
Nie Zheng's throat felt itchy, and he suddenly leaned over and kissed Feng Xiaoxiao.
Feng Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank, what was Mr. Nie doing? Aren't you afraid of infection? However, she liked it.
Feng Xiaoxiao tightened his arms and hugged Nie Zheng tightly.
When Feng Xiaoxiao was almost out of breath, Nie Zheng let go of her.
"Mr. Nie..." Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes were watery and misty, "You will be infected by me. What should you do if you get sick?"
Nie Zheng laughed. He had been sick for her for so many years and was already terminally ill. Why was he still afraid of a little cold?
Nie Zheng looked at the medicine on the table, "Take antipyretics first, then cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine..."
"I won't eat."
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly frowned, with a look of disgust on his face.
Nie Zheng was used to her being like this. Feng Xiaoxiao was afraid of taking medicine. Whenever he got sick, he had to coax him for a long time. He was just like a child.
Nie Zheng ignored it and was peeling off the medicine box.
"snort."
Feng Xiaoxiao pulled up the quilt and turned her back to Nie Zheng.
Nie Zheng looked at the medicines and thought about how to coax her to take them this time. "Get up and drink some water. Aren't you thirsty?"
Feng Xiaoxiao hesitated. She had a fever, so she was naturally thirsty.
"Come, let me hold you up..."
Nie Zheng held back his laughter, hugging Feng Xiaoxiao and sitting on the head of the bed. Then, he handed her the water glass, "Here, drink some water..."
Feng Xiaoxiao took it and was about to drink water when suddenly...
"ah--"
Feng Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "Nie Zheng! Ah——"
It turned out that it was Nie Zheng's hand that suddenly reached out to her squeaky nest, where she was the most ticklish!
It was too late, but it was too late. Nie Zheng quickly threw the pills into her mouth.
Then, he put the cup over her mouth and coaxed: "It's already in her mouth. If she doesn't swallow it, all this suffering will be in vain."
Feng Xiaoxiao stared straight at Nie Zheng, why is Mr. Nie so bad!
Looking at her sulking look, Nie Zheng smiled fondly, "This is how you behave. Patients should be obedient."
He put down the water glass and his cell phone rang.
Seeing Song Feixue's name on the phone screen, she frowned.
"Hello."
Nie Zheng stood up and went to the side to answer the phone.
The room was very quiet, even if Nie Zheng whispered, Feng Xiaoxiao could still hear it.
"Feixue." Nie Zheng held the phone and listened to Song Feixue on the other end.
Behind him, Feng Xiaoxiao's body pressed close to him.
Nie Zheng was startled and his body froze slightly. What is Xiaoxiao... doing?
Feng Xiaoxiao hugged him tightly, leaning on his back, rubbing her cheek against his from time to time.
Muttered: "Mr. Nie, don't leave. I'm sick, so don't leave."
She knew this was not good, but she didn't want Nie Zheng to leave now. They were about to divorce, but at least Nie Zheng was still her husband now.
Nie Zheng's face felt a little hot, and gradually it burned, and the fire seemed to have burned all the way to his heart.
"Feixue, I have something to do. I'll call you again."
After hanging up the phone, Nie Zheng turned around and hugged Feng Xiaoxiao. There was a forbearing expectation in his deep eyes that no one else could see.
"Really, you don't want me to leave?"
"Hmm." Feng Xiaoxiao looked at him eagerly.
How could Nie Zheng refuse this? He completely regretted it now. He didn't want a divorce! He had no resistance to this woman at all.
As long as Feng Xiaoxiao shows weakness and smiles at him, he feels that he can do anything for her.
Maybe, they don't have to divorce?
The divorce was originally his decision.
As for being trustworthy? Nie Zheng naturally sticks to his word in the shopping mall, but... when it comes to Feng Xiaoxiao, there are times when it is not necessary.
Nie Zheng caressed Feng Xiaoxiao's cheek, "Want me to accompany you?"
"Hmm." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded again and nuzzled into his arms. "Okay? Why don't you leave?"
"good."
Nie Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, he was unable to refuse, and he didn't want to refuse.