Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 378 How to take care of patients
People's voices will be distorted through mobile phones.

An Yan was stunned for a moment and recognized who it was: "Song Jing?"

"..." There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment.

Thinking of Song Jing's care for Bai Shao in the hospital these days, An Yan also knew what was going on.

"Bai Shao was here last night. She was ill and is still unconscious."

"Are you unconscious?" Song Jing simply said four words, and then remained silent.

It fits his usual taciturn style.

An Yan didn't know what happened last night, but Song Jing wouldn't make this call for no reason.

After thinking about it, An Yan briefly described Bai Shao's situation.

"I found a doctor for her last night and took medicine, but she still looks very serious."

"understood."

There were no fluctuations in Song Jing's voice, and then he hung up the phone neatly.

An Yan put down her phone and couldn't help but shake her head.

She could sort of see what Bai Shao was thinking about Song Jing.

I just don’t know if this thousand-year-old iron tree in Song Dynasty can bloom a flower for white peony root.

Within an hour, the servant reported that Mr. Song was here.

The tall man with long legs walked in, as cold and indifferent as ever. When he saw An Yan and the three little ones, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he showed a slight smile to say hello.

As soon as the three little ones saw Song Jing, they immediately opened their arms and rushed towards him: "Godfather!"

Song Jing also opened his arms to hug the three little ones and talked to them as usual. An Yan observed them carefully and found nothing unusual.

She couldn't even tell whether Song Jing came simply to see the three little ones or to see Bai Shao.

An Yan looked back at the guest bedroom and asked Song Jing: "Bai Shao is still sleeping. Do you want to go see her?"

Song Jing's breath froze for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and stood up: "Well, let's take a look."

An Yan understood, holding back her laughter and quickly pulled the three little ones away: "Your godfather is here to see your aunt, so don't pester him first."

"Then I'll take my godfather to find my aunt. My aunt does have a cold, but it's serious!"

An Suisui took Song Jing's hand to the guest bedroom. Song Jing was stunned for a moment: "Cold?"

"Yes, my aunt was caught in the rain and had a fever. I gave her a lot of medicine before it came down."

"Just a cold?" Song Jing was stunned, then looked back at An Yan: "Then why did you say it was so serious on the phone?"

An Yan blinked her big eyes and pretended to be confused: "What I said is true. I just didn't tell you that she had a cold."

"You..." Song Jing couldn't laugh or cry, but he couldn't do anything to An Yan.

He could only turn his head calmly and follow An Suisui forward.

The door to the guest bedroom was ajar. Before Song Jing could hesitate, the three little ones opened the door for him and pulled him to the bedside.

"Daddy, my aunt hasn't woken up yet. She will be very happy to know that you came to see her. I'll wake her up right now!"

An Suisui volunteered to wake Bai Shao up, but as soon as he stretched out his little hand, he was pulled back.

An Yan held back her laughter and pulled An Suisui out: "Your aunt had a fever last night and was fighting bad cells. She is very tired now and needs someone to take care of her. Don't disturb her."

After saying that, An Yan asked Song Jing for help with a sincere expression.

"It's not convenient for me to take care of Bai Shao now. My aunts at home are also busy. Can you help me take care of Bai Shao for a while?"

"But Auntie is free now..." An Nuannuan asked puzzledly.

An Yan dragged An Nuannuan away again and explained with a serious face: "Auntie has taken care of your aunt for so long last night. She is also tired and needs to rest."

An Chenchen's face remained calm, and she already understood her mother's intention.

He walked out obediently and even took away An Suisui and An Nuannuan, who always wanted to stay by their godfather's side.

"Whatever Mommy arranges, you two will go over there with me to play." An Yan took the opportunity to chase people away: "Come on, hurry up, your dad doesn't allow us to get close to your aunt, have you forgotten?"

There was a pregnant woman and three weaklings. Zhan Mochen was worried that they would be infected by Bai Shao's severe cold, so he gave them many instructions before leaving the company.

When the three little ones heard this, they remembered their father's instructions. They quickly opened their calves and pulled An Yan away: "Mommy, don't come over here. Go back to the living room!"

An Yan left surrounded by the three little ones and took the time to turn back and wave to Song Jing: "I'll leave the white peony root to you!"

Song Jing stood there, feeling like he was being chased away.

He turned his head and glanced at Bai Shao.

Bai Shao's long hair was spread out on the pillow, and her originally small face was only as big as a palm. Her bright red lips had lost their beauty and looked pale and dry. Her big and smart eyes were tightly closed, but her long and curled eyelashes were slightly fluttering. Trembling, indicating that she was not sleeping peacefully.

In a trance, time seemed to flow backwards, as if they had returned to the morning after the two of them had a ridiculous night together.

Song Jing looked away, feeling a twinge of guilt in his heart.

Because of his negligence, he got the innocent Bai Shao involved, but he didn't know how to compensate her.

Since An Yan asked him to take care of Bai Shao, he should do something to make up for her.

Song Jing is not good at taking care of people.

Bai Shao was hospitalized a few days ago. Most of what he could do was accompany him, and he still had to rely on nurses to do the specific work.

But now he is the only one left...

Song Jing had a cold face and was at a loss as he tried hard to think about what he should do now.

Put a cold towel on her?
But her fever seems to have gone down.

Feed her medicine?

She was sleeping well, so it wouldn't be good to wake her up to take medicine.

What care does a sleeping patient need?
Song Jing was thinking a lot, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

Just when he made up his mind and turned around to take steps, Bai Shao's voice came from behind.

"Water, I want to drink water..."

Song Jing turned around, and the sleeping Bai Shao let out two slight coughs. It must be that her throat was uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll pour it for you." Song Jing understood, picked up the cup on the bedside table and went to get water from the tea machine next to it.

The two lights on the tea machine are on, one red and one green.

The red one is boiling water and the green one is ice water.

The patient should drink boiled water, right?
Song Jing thought for a moment, took an almost full cup of boiling water, turned around and carried it to the white peony bed.

He held Bai Shao in one hand to help him up, while the other hand was still holding the glass of water steadily.

Bai Shao fell into a deep sleep. In a daze, her eyelids trembled a few times but she still had no strength to open them.

She smelled a familiar scent between her nostrils, and her heart immediately settled down. Following her instinct, she leaned gently on Song Jing's solid arms, her whole face almost buried in Song Jing's arms.

The girl's soft body and the faint fragrance in her hair were unfamiliar to Song Jing, and he instinctively felt uncomfortable all over.

Song Jing held the cup in his other hand and tried to maintain balance, but Bai Shao was not stable in his sleep and struggled several times to lie back down.

Normally, there is no pressure when fighting the murderers, but at this moment, Song Jing felt a little restless and at a loss.

After thinking for a while, he lifted Bai Shao up from the quilt with one hand and placed it on his shoulder.

The big hand went around Bai Shao's neck, carefully passed through Bai Shao's ear, lifted her chin, and put the cup to her lips with the other hand.

"Drink water." Song Jing habitually ordered coldly.

Bai Shao's eyelids trembled, and her dry lips opened slightly.

The next moment, Bai Shao pushed hard and let out a low cry.

(End of this chapter)