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Ye Chunfeng's expression changed in an instant. If she hadn't been weak, she would have jumped up from the bed. She shouted: "Why do you still need an injection? I don't want it."

Xiao Qian sat down and said solemnly: "This is necessary. As a patient, you can't be willful, and you must obey the doctor's arrangement."

Ye Chunfeng said willfully: "I don't care, anyway, I don't want to get an injection, I definitely don't want it."

Xiao Qian stood up suddenly, bent down and pressed Ye Chunfeng's head with one hand, looked at her and said, "Then get better, don't give me a chance to give you an injection, if your body temperature drops to 37 degrees, let me give you an injection." ,I do not know either."

For some reason, Ye Chunfeng suddenly felt that this posture made the two feel very ambiguous.

It's like those wall dongs in TV dramas, um... are they bed dongs?

Ye Chunfeng realized that he was thinking about something, and hurriedly said: "I will definitely get better."

Xiao Qian smiled, and reached out to stroke the broken hair in front of Ye Chunfeng's eyes: "That's good, I'll wait for you."

The corner of Ye Chunfeng's mouth twitched. Why did Xiao Qian speak like this, it would be misleading.

Ye Chunfeng cleared his throat: "Go away, I want to rest."

Xiao Qian raised the corners of her lips and pulled up the quilt for Ye Chunfeng, then got up and sat beside her.

Ye Chunfeng always felt that Xiao Qian seemed different today.

She got her head into the quilt bit by bit, only revealing a dark head, because she knew that Xiao Qian was looking at her, and that sight made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to avoid it.

Hiding under the blanket, Ye Chunfeng felt hot, but didn't want to get out.

She wondered why Ye Chunfeng's attitude towards her changed so much.

After thinking about it, Ye Chunfeng felt that he must have been saved last night, so he found out with his conscience and treated her as a benefactor, yes, it must be so.

Thinking about it this way, Ye Chunfeng felt relieved, and then he felt relaxed, and soon fell asleep.

Xiao Qian waited for 10 minutes to make sure that Ye Chunfeng was asleep. He walked to the bed again and pulled the quilt down to her chest.

When Ye Chunfeng fell asleep, his mouth was slightly open, his hair was fluffy, and his hands were slightly curled up. He looked so much cuter than when he woke up.

Xiao Qian couldn't help itching, and stroked Ye Chunfeng's hair twice.

Her hair is very hard, completely different from the hair that has become limp and without any natural flavor after countless times of perm and dyeing.

Ye Chunfeng's hair is very much like her, stiff, doesn't know how to turn, and always likes to rush forward when doing things.

After Xiao Qian touched it a few times, she sat next to it.

He waited for two hours to take Ye Chunfeng's temperature again, it was 37 degrees 5, it has dropped a lot, no more injections are needed, and it will return to normal soon.

Although Ye Chunfeng's body temperature had dropped to near normal, Xiao Qian did not leave.

Because he remembered that Ye Chunfeng had wet the wound yesterday and blown it with a hair dryer, so he felt that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he had to take care of the patient's brain not online all the time.

He decided that until Ye Chunfeng's wound healed, he had to take good care of her, otherwise she might make him sicker again tomorrow.

Xiao Qian sat on the sofa and watched Ye Chunfeng for a while, and gradually felt sleepy, so she closed her eyes and planned to sit and squint for a while.

I just fell asleep and waited until I woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

Xiao Qian opened her eyes and saw that the bed was empty, and Ye Chunfeng's person was gone.