Xia Zhi spent several seconds to judge his current situation. This weird posture, Xia Meng's attitude, the feeling that he couldn't exert any energy all over his body, and his head was a little dizzy...
Xia Zhi's face twitched. He knew that he either had a cold or a fever. But if it was a cold, Xia Meng shouldn't be so nervous... Xia Zhi raised his hand and put it on his forehead.
Up... Well, the temperature seems to be fine.
"Put your hand back. Only if you can feel it yourself is there a ghost." Xia Meng glared at Xia Zhi, quickly pressed Xia Zhi's hand back, and then gently pulled the quilt back for him.
Xia Meng had just had a mild fever a few days ago. She also knew that there was a thermometer here, so she walked to the table and rummaged through the cabinets. She quickly found the medicine box and also found the thermometer on the top.
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After quickly taking out the thing, Xia Meng walked over to Xia Zhi and was about to insert the thermometer into Xia Zhi's armpit under the quilt: "Take the temperature first."
"Wait, wait a minute." Xia Zhi's face twitched again and he quickly called Xia Meng.
"Be honest!" Xia Meng glared at Xia Zhi without giving any face, trying to be as fierce as possible.
"Before using it, shake it off..." Xia Zhi warned in a weak voice. Xia Meng was stunned, and her face that was still filled with tears suddenly turned red, and she glared at Xia Zhi fiercely.
She wasn't so arrogant as to say something ridiculous or willful like "I just won't throw it away". Instead, she shook her off quickly, but Xia Meng's little arms really didn't have the strength to swing them.
It seemed that Xia Zhi was a little doubtful whether she could get the thermometer back to normal.
Fortunately, Xia Meng didn't seem to forget the step of confirming the thermometer. After looking at it, she said "Okay", and then she put the thermometer into Xia Zhi's armpit under the quilt. Xia Zhi cooperated and put the thermometer
She was caught. When she looked up, she saw Xia Meng walking to the medicine box and looking for it again. Xia Zhi, who knew what she was looking for, started to sweat, mixing with the sweat.
Whether it's cold medicine, fever medicine, or anti-inflammatory medicine, there's not even a single pill left... Xia Zhi hasn't had time to buy it yet.
Seeing Xia Meng frowning, biting her lip and turning around, Xia Zhi was heartbroken. It would be better to make Xia Meng angry and be beaten by her afterwards than to make her sad and worried now.
"Well, Mengmeng..." Xia Zhi spoke with trembling lips.
"Don't talk and have a good rest."
"I've finished taking cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, etc., but I haven't bought them yet."
Xia Meng was stunned again, biting her lip. Xia Zhi lay there and watched. Although the world was spinning, Xia Zhi still saw tears running down Xia Meng's face. This was worse than killing Xia Zhi.
It made him uncomfortable, and he immediately struggled to sit up.
Xia Meng sensed Xia Zhi's movement, and quickly put down the medical kit in her hand, came to Xia Zhi's side, and put her hand on her shoulder without saying a word, as if she wanted to push Xia Zhi back.
Xia Zhi struggled to sit up for this reason, and naturally did not let Xia Meng go. Even though she had a fever, Xia Meng's strength was still not as strong as Xia Zhi's. The feeling of bullying her sister made Xia Zhi feel like someone was taking embroidery.
The needle pricks my heart, and that person is me.
Anyway, things have become like this...Xia Zhi doesn't want to worry about it anymore.
Raising an arm, Xia Meng was so lucky not to squat over the thermometer. Xia Zhi put her hand on Xia Meng's shoulder, gently hugged her over, and let her lie on his chest.
He came forward and gently stroked her head with his hands, comforting her from top to bottom. This was the only way Xia Zhi could think of and do to comfort Xia Meng now.
"Don't worry so much, it's just a slight fever. It will be fine."
"...Hmm." Xia Meng sniffed slightly.
After receiving Xia Meng's answer, Xia Zhi gently let go of Xia Meng and asked her to stay away from him. Who knows if he has a fever or a cold plus a fever. What if he hasn't recovered yet and infects Xia Meng again?
, that is really fatal.
However, we can't just let Xia Meng sit alone, tell her that she will be fine, and then do everything she has to do. That will make Xia Meng very sad. Of course, this kind of thing cannot be done.
Xia Zhi thought about what he needed to do when he had a fever.
First, take medicine. Okay, now there is not even a single pill that can be taken, so you can give up now.
Second, take a bath. That's okay, Xia Zhi doesn't want to go on vacation in the prison as soon as he recovers from his illness.
Third, boil water. This is so dangerous, we can’t let Xia Meng do it. Besides, if there is still no science at all like drinking more hot water, how can it possibly help with fever? Who dares to say that it does, Xia Meng
When I get better, I can buy a knife and apply for alignment.
Fourth, take a good rest. Although people who are sick should indeed take a good rest, but Xia Meng does not need to help...
Otherwise, why don't you just go to the hospital? It will get better faster.
But Xia Zhi thought about the prices in Japan again, and his heart twitched again. He still had the energy to think about these messy things, so there shouldn't be any big problems. Just take some medicine and he would be fine.
It seems... there is nothing that Xia Meng needs help with?
Xia Zhi was wondering if he would be scolded if he told Xia Meng that he would bring the computer over and study together. The answer was yes.
Is there really nothing that Xia Meng can do to help? None of the previous things are possible, and I don't even want to let Xia Meng do such a dangerous thing.
While Xia Zhi was thinking hard, he finally remembered a little trick that he could use when he had a fever.
"Mengmeng, can you bring me a basin of water? Just a little lower than normal temperature will be fine. You can apply it with a towel, it will be better."
Xia Meng nodded and stood up. However, Xia Zhi felt that if he wanted to get better quickly, this alone might not be enough.
"Wait a minute, Mengmeng, I'm going to take a shower and change clothes first... I'm running out of clothes to change. Forget it, I'll just wear summer clothes first. I'm not going out anyway."
With Xia Meng's support, Xia Zhi stood up slightly tremblingly, like an old man who was already seventy or eighty years old. Xia Zhi felt that doing so was a bit embarrassing for his brother, so he gritted his teeth and stopped wandering.
Feeling that she was still holding something, Xia Zhi finally remembered that the thermometer was still on her body. So, regardless of whether the time was up or not, she took out the thermometer and took a look... Thirty-eight degrees seven.
Hiss... Xia Zhi shook it secretly, then pretended to look at it, but Xia Meng reached out and snatched it away. After taking a look, she seemed to be slightly relieved.
When they came to the closet, they randomly found a set of clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Xia Meng was not at ease, so she helped Xia Zhi out.
When they reached the bathroom door, Xia Zhi stopped. Xia Meng looked at him with some doubts.
"Well...well, if I want to take a shower, I can do it alone."
Xia Meng blushed, bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and finally let go. Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.
If Xia Meng refuses to let go, Xia Zhi will probably go crazy.