Mr. Lu's family's act of being a demon

Chapter 231 Lu Ming's Tenderness

Sitting by the bed, Lu Ming chuckled, wondering how cute she is.

One hand covered her boneless little hand, and the other gently pinched her little face.

"The phone ran out of battery last night. Xue Fanghua fell ill and sent her to the hospital without telling you. Are you worried?"

"..." Jing Yiren lay back on the bed. Because of Lu Ming's explanation, her little face flushed with embarrassment, she bit her lower lip and smiled, and her moist eyes rolled around.

The feeling of being uncomfortable at first was relieved.

It turned out that Lu Ming didn't deliberately not contact her, nor did he deliberately accompany Xue Fanghua.

But thinking about making her feel bad all the time, Jing Yiren still looked unhappy.

"What does it matter to me? It has nothing to do with me. I don't worry at all."

"..."

Lu Ming stayed with Jing Yiren in the ward. After the phone was fully charged, he asked the secretary to send the work to be done to the hospital.

In the early hours of the night, Jing Yiren suddenly developed a fever.

Lying on the bed, shaking his little head, shouting in his sleep.

"Emperor... Your Majesty... Lu Ming... Don't... Don't... Yiren doesn't want to die..."

Lu Ming, who had been watching on the sofa all the time, stood up suddenly in shock and hurried towards Jing Yiren's hospital bed.

See her face covered with sweat, hair sticking to her pretty little face.

Subconsciously touching her forehead, Lu Ming suddenly withdrew his hand because it was so hot.

But Jing Yiren grabbed him tightly.

"Lu... Ming..."

Lu Ming comforted and brushed the sweat and hair from her forehead.

Holding her distressedly: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Don't...don't kill me..."

"..." He didn't even have time to hurt her. How could he kill her? What kind of strange and terrifying dream did she have?
Lu Ming quickly rang the service bell.

Then he withdrew his hand from her little hand, quickly turned around and went to the bathroom to find a dry towel to help Jing Yiren wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Her hospital gown was drenched with sweat.

Lu Ming lifted her thin quilt, and a sultry heat gushed out from the quilt.

How high is her fever, can it be so hot?

Lu Ming eagerly pressed the service zero next to the bed a few times.

Then he opened the cup completely, this opening made Lu Ming's heart shrink suddenly, as frightened as if his soul was about to leave his body, his face was pale.

His originally sweltering body temperature seemed to fall into hell in an instant, and a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

In the room with normal temperature, it was as if he was in an ice cave.

Jing Yiren's body was scarlet and covered with blood.

At this time, the female doctor of gynecology hurried in.

Lu Ming asked angrily, "Didn't you say she's fine? Why did she have a fever and bleed so much?"

The female doctor glanced at Jing Yiren on the bed in a panic, and then explained: "Mr. Lu... let me see what's going on first?
Then Lu Ming withdrew his reason and moved out of the way.

The doctor went up to examine Jing Yiren, pulled off Jing Yiren's hospital gown, pressed her stomach, and then shone a flashlight into her eyes.

Then Wang looked hard to open Jing Yiren's small mouth, but she clenched her teeth so tightly that the doctor failed to open her small mouth after a few strokes.

He pinched her little face hard and squeezed it in.

Seeing this, Lu Ming frowned: "Take it easy!"

The doctor had no choice but to turn around and ask Lu Ming for help: "Mr. Lu, Ms. Jing has a high fever and her teeth are clenched too tightly. I need to check her tongue coating."

Lu Ming approached, squeezed the doctor away impatiently, and gently lifted Jing Yiren's gracefully curved chin.

(End of this chapter)