Mr. Shen's paranoid wife is reborn

"Yeah." Ji Muran responded, still feeling a sore throat, and couldn't help but frown again.

When Shen Wenzhou saw this, he didn't say anything more, but silently stood up and went to the side to pour water.

He carefully poured a glass of warm water over, put it on the bedside table first, and helped Ji Muran, who was still lying on the hospital bed, up.

Ji Muran felt lighter now, but she still didn't have much strength. When Shen Wenzhou went to help her, her whole body was leaning on Shen Wenzhou.

Shen Wenzhou helped the person up, and then took the cup for Ji Muran to drink water.

Ji Muran was so thirsty that he drank a glass of water in one breath.

"Do you still want to drink?" Shen Wenzhou asked quietly.

Ji Muran raised her head slightly and glanced at Shen Wenzhou, feeling a little embarrassed, but still nodded. She still felt very thirsty.

So Shen Wenzhou went to pour some water again. Ji Muran's eyes were always following Shen Wenzhou's back, watching him patiently take care of her.

Perhaps because she was sick and mentally fragile, Ji Muran's eyes felt hot. She sniffed and tried to control her emotions.

Shen Wenzhou poured water over. This time Ji Muran drank half the glass and stopped. Although he was very thirsty, he felt that he could no longer drink.

"The fever has gone down. How do you feel now? Are you feeling dizzy or something like that?" Shen Wenzhou asked.

Ji Muran shook his head, "I'm not dizzy anymore, but my throat still hurts a little."

In fact, I still feel very tired, as if I haven't had a good rest for a long time, but Ji Muran is embarrassed to say it.

Shen Wenzhou nodded, "The doctor prescribed medicine to be taken after meals. It's already past six in the afternoon. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

As soon as Shen Wenzhou finished speaking, Ji Muran's stomach began to growl before Ji Muran could say whether she was hungry or not, thus answering Shen Wenzhou's question for Ji Muran.

"Ha." Shen Wenzhou chuckled, "You have just gone away from your fever and can only eat something light. Let me order you some porridge."

Ji Muran was a little embarrassed, but when she raised her eyes and looked at Shen Wenzhou awkwardly, she realized that Shen Wenzhou's smile was very beautiful. He was obviously laughing at her, but Ji Muran was a little distracted.

"But you can choose the porridge. What kind of porridge do you want?" Shen Wenzhou asked as he took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Ji Muran's heart was beating loudly, and she pretended to be calm and said, "Just lean meat porridge."

"Okay." Shen Wenzhou responded, and the call was already dialed on his mobile phone.

While Shen Wenzhou was on the phone, he went to the window, and Ji Muran followed closely.

Because he was indoors and the heating was turned on at full speed, Shen Wenzhou took off his coat. At this moment, he was wearing a white shirt, with the hem of his shirt tucked inside his suit pants.

His cuffs were slightly rolled up, and his well-jointed fingers were holding the phone empty. When he spoke, his voice was cool and cool without giving off the feeling of arrogance.

Ji Muran couldn't help but be in a trance as she watched. Her slender and thin hands were placed on the quilt, and she couldn't help but squeeze it tightly at some point, as if she had made up her mind.

Shen Wenzhou came over after making the call, "The doctor said you'd better observe him overnight. If you don't have a fever tonight, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Ji Muran nodded.

Shen Wenzhou also nodded, and then the two fell silent, as if they had nothing to talk about.