Perhaps he was really confused because of the fever. Zhan Fengling raised his weak little hand and reached out to hold Xiao Zichen's hand. He sighed softly and muttered a lot, but Xiao Zichen didn't understand a word.
But judging from the shape of his mouth, he probably understood the meaning.
She was calling for wood, saying she was in pain.
There are many people who are nicknamed "Wood". He shouldn't think so much and shouldn't involve those things on himself. Yes, he can't think about it any more, as it will affect his own decision-making.
"Ahem... Mu..."
Zhan Fengling couldn't scream at the end. His face turned super red because of the fever, and he looked very pitiful.
Xiao Zichen lowered his eyes, took a deep look at the sick little woman, finally picked him up, turned around and left the room.
Xiao family.
"Why does the wind chime have a fever?" Ye Feifei looked at Zhan Fengling who was carried back by Xiao Zichen and couldn't help but feel worried.
"It's raining." Xiao Zichen answered.
"Uh... let's go up first and let your Uncle He Ze take a look at her. It's best to prepare some conditioning medicine. Don't let anything happen to her body." Ye Feifei reached out and touched Zhan Fengling's forehead.
The scalding temperature really frightened her.
"Xiao Zichen, didn't you give her basic treatment just now?" Ye Feifei asked again.
Xiao Zichen frowned and explained in a deep voice: "Mommy, I have done it."
"Forget it, it's useless to pursue those things now, let's go up first and talk about it later." As she said that, Ye Feifei walked in front.
After Xiao Zichen carried Zhan Fengling into the room, Zhan Fengling woke up vaguely and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master."
Master Xiao Zichen lowered his eyes, carefully placed the Zhan Feng Chime on the bed, and then covered her with the quilt.
But just as he stood up to leave, Zhan Fengling raised his hand and grabbed his hand, held it tightly, and said to him: "Xiao Zichen, I feel uncomfortable! Don't leave!"
Seeing the girl lying on the bed, with beads of sweat on her forehead, her brows furrowed tightly, and her cheeks flushed, she looked a bit pitiful. Xiao Zichen's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of hands, feeling inexplicably
It hurt, so he took a deep breath and finally sat next to Zhan Fengling's bed.
Ye Feifei saw the interaction between the two and smiled like an aunt. She waved her hand and did not stay in the room. Instead, she went out to look for He Ze.
He Ze actually came here today to check the pulse of the two elders of the Xiao family and do some basic examinations. He was also curious when Ye Feifei said that the girl who made Xiao Zichen change was sick.
"Uncle He Ze." When Xiao Zichen saw He Ze come in, he held Zhan Feng Ling's hot hand tightly with his backhand and said with worry on his face: "She has a serious fever."
"Have you taken any antipyretic medicine?" He Ze put the medical kit aside and first took out the thermometer to help Zhan Feng Chime measure his temperature.
Thirty-nine degrees six.
The little girl's fever is quite serious.
After He Ze put down the instrument, he went over to get a special physical cooling patch, tore off the white medical tape on it and helped Zhan wind chime to stick it on, and then checked her pulse.
Because Zhan Fengling had been holding Xiao Zichen's hand, it was very inconvenient to take the pulse for the first time. He Ze and Xiao Zichen both spent a lot of effort to get him to let go.
"How is it?" Xiao Zichen asked worriedly when he saw He Ze frowning.
He Ze pursed his lips, sighed, and said with some helplessness: "This girl's body has suffered serious internal injuries before."
The so-called internal injury means that the internal organs have been injured.