The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 332, you have the ability to get out of bed, you have the ability to not let the wounds become inflamed.

Hearing the meaning of the warm season, Feng Ling said: "There are a few people we will investigate, and now we have changed another group of people, rest assured."

Not long after the doctor came out of the ward, said that Mo Jing Shenmu had already had a fever-reducing needle before, but the fever is still very obvious, the body temperature is only controlled below 39 degrees, or is in a state of high fever, the next few Before the hour of complete fever, someone needs to take care of him all night, sleep for him, and warm him regularly.

The season is warm here, naturally no one will take this task with her.

Waiting until the night is quiet, Nan Heng returned to the base, and Feng Ling rested on the bench outside the ward, and the ward was quiet.

Mo Jingshen is still asleep, and his face is different from the previous high fever. Now his body temperature has dropped slightly. The man’s face is clear and pale. He sleeps too quietly, and the warmth in the heart only feels more and more. I am anxious, I don’t know when he will be completely good.

Stretching his hand and touching his forehead, it is still very hot.

After warming up, he went outside and took the new ice bag that the nurse had just sent in. After putting it in his hand for a while, he carefully placed the ice bag on his head.

Although the ink was deep, although it seemed to be drowsy, it seemed that the sleep was not stable. Because of the coolness of the head, the eyebrows were inadvertently smashed. The warmth of the season put his hand on his shoulder and patted and said, "You are having a fever." Sleep peacefully, now you don't need to worry about anything, just take a good sleep and get back down as soon as possible."

I don't know if her words played a role, or the ink Jing Shen was not too awake, not long after the voice fell, the man's breathing returned to the uniform, already sleep.

This obedient ink Jing Shen, if not his pale face is really worried, the season warm can actually feel that he is a little cute.

When he was asleep, he looked completely different from the one he was awake. I am afraid that few people in this world have the opportunity to see such a fragile, quiet and unprepared ink.

The season warmed up the chair and sat on the edge of the bed. He touched his head and hands from time to time, and then measured his body temperature from time to time with an electronic thermometer.

For two consecutive hours, I tried to give him warm water. I used warm water to soak the towel to help him rub the palm and neck to dissipate heat. Two hours later, the body temperature of Mo Jingshen finally dropped to about 37 degrees.

Make sure he is not burning, pick up the ice bag from his head carefully, then gently wipe his face, and finally sit on the side of the bed and watch him sleep through the light lights in the ward. The look of time.

There is still no blood on the man's face, just lying in bed quietly. The bruises on the brow bones have disappeared a few days ago. The clean look is inexplicably morbid.

Thinking of the man standing in her ward during the day, there is no emotion for Su Zhilan when he meets with the old man. He is even indifferent as if he can isolate any woman except her.

The warm one hand held the chin, leaning on the edge of the bed, watching the man's sleeping face, and then gently holding his hand, gently **** his five fingers, hand palms heart.

......

The warmth of the season did not know how to fall asleep. Suddenly, when I woke up, I felt that my head was a little heavy, and suddenly I raised my eyes and slammed into the eyes of a man like a sea.

"When did you wake up?" Feeling that his hand did not know when he was stroking her head, the season warmed up and sat down, and then raised his hand and gently pulled his hand down and touched his hand. The temperature, sure that he did not continue to burn, this is assured: "I actually fell asleep, you wait, I will call the doctor."

"Don't call the doctor, have you had a fever and told them to do something?" Mo Jingshen took her hand and did not let her go.

"You have had a high fever last night. It burned until the middle of the night. Now let the doctor come over and check it out..."

"The wound is inflamed and it is nothing more than an anti-inflammatory drug that is eaten for a few more days. It takes more than two days to make a fuss." The man's voice is lower than the previous days, but it is also clear: "Take me all night, Have you forgotten that you are pregnant?"

"There are senior care workers in the hospital, but if the care workers are here, I will not be able to come in to see you again, and you burned too badly last night. I can’t sleep at all here. It’s better to guard you here. The season warmed down, and the hand habitually touched his forehead.

"Then I called Feng Ling to buy some food." Touching his body temperature is no problem, the season warmly sighed and sat on the side of the bed, and then directly licked his face in his palm. Squinting and said: "You don't want to do this anymore. Originally, the wound is now afraid of inflammation. You have also pulled the anti-inflammatory needle directly. In fact, whether it is Miss Su or other people, it doesn't matter. You are still eager to protect me. Seeing my body can't eat now, I wasn't a little white flower that could easily be bullied on my head. As long as I am strong enough, no one can take me to do it. It's you, now hurts like this, trick Standing outside and being blown by the wind, the first one that falls down is definitely you. If you are even more powerful, do you have to know yourself a bit?"

"You said that I have been seven and eighty to suffer from a wound and can't get out of bed. I am not so vulnerable." The man chuckled.

"Hey, then you have the ability to get out of bed. You have the ability to not let the wounds become inflamed. Inflammation and high fever are more serious than the usual cold. It is really terrible to burn to forty degrees of coma." Next to a hospital-specific record note, it is the temperature that she recorded when she measured his body temperature several times last night: "Look at it yourself, if I burn it, you will not be angry, I will not care. Your own body?"

Mo Jingshen looked at her eyes and did not argue with her. She just patted her hand and said: "Nan Heng?"

"He returned to the base last night. Now I don't know if I have come to the hospital. Are you looking for him?" The warming season put the note back and turned to give him a cup of warm water.

"Well, you took care of me all night last night, I have a good rest today, call and help me call Nanheng."

"Well, I will call him later. You should lie down and don't move." The warmth took the cup and gave him a few mouthfuls of water.

Mo Jingshen is quite helpless because of her careful feeding of water, and the warm season is really a bit of obsession with the kind of feeding him.

Until he was sure that he was drinking almost, the season warmed up and took his mobile phone out, and by the way, he called the seal that had been kept outside.

(End of this chapter)