My wife is squeamish

Chapter 160
Before dinner, Gong Zhan received a call from the bodyguard, and Jiang Yong found him.

But people are dead.

He was lying under the roof of the teaching building, looking at it from the scene.

It must have slipped and fell.

After Gong Zhan heard this, his brows frowned slightly. He remembered that An Zhi had said that he had tricked him into junior high school. If so, why did he fall to his death on the rooftop?
"what happened?"

Seeing that he seemed distressed, Gong Qiao asked aloud.

"It's nothing, Jiang Yong is dead." Gong Zhan said succinctly.

"That's right, congratulations to your aunt, who successfully got rid of the serious problem in her heart." Gong Qi sneered, got up and left the living room.

Gong Zhan immediately followed suit and went upstairs to see An Zhi.

Her small body was sunk in the bed.

The long eyelashes trembled, the white forehead was soaked with sweat, and the bright red mouth was muttering, as if he was having a nightmare.

Gong Zhan hurriedly sat by the bed, touched her forehead with his hand, and sure enough, she had a fever.

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"Hiss, 39 degrees, a bit high."

After Dr. Chen was called back again, he put away the thermometer, rummaged through the medicine box, and found the medicine and the syringe.

Gong Zhan was silent for a while, and asked, "...Can I hang water?"

"The fever subsides faster after the injection."

Dr. Chen was also very helpless. He even imagined that when the injection was given for a while, he knew that the crying sound could knock off the roof.

Gong Zhan touched his poor little guy, in order to make her recover faster, he could only reluctantly nod, "Then let's get an injection, before she wakes up."

Hit quickly.

Otherwise, it will take several people to hold her down.

Doctor Chen understood what Young Master Gong meant, and quickly took out the potion, "Turn her over, grab her wrist, and don't let her move around."

Gong Zhan complied, turned her over, grabbed her tiny wrist, and watched as Dr. Chen pulled her pants down a little.

On the delicate skin, rub povidone iodine.

Find the right position and stick the needle down.

An Zhi, who was burning in a daze, opened his eyes suddenly.

Wow!
Loud cries came from the room, which could be heard from far away.

She knew, she was getting an injection, but she didn't know, she thought who was being tortured.

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Dr. Chen threw away the syringe in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at An Zhi who was still sniffling and crying with a headache.

Look at the messy bedding again.

He said in a low voice, "Young Master Gong, after this injection, the fever should subside in the evening. I will prescribe some medicine and put it here. If there is still a sign of fever at night, I will give her medicine."

"En." Gong Zhan nodded.

His hand was still on An Zhi who was lying in his arms, sobbing, and he patted her back lightly.

An Zhi lay in his arms, crying and convulsing.

It took a long time before she raised her head, facing her red eyes, her voice was hoarse from crying, she rubbed her flat stomach and said, "Little brother, I know I'm really hungry."

"Okay, what do you want to eat, my little brother asked the chef uncle to make it for you." Gong Zhan raised his fingertips to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

The little guy's eyes were swollen from crying.

An Zhi grabbed his collar and said pitifully, "If you want to eat chicken legs, you have to eat two."

"Eat one, and then have a bowl of porridge." Gong Zhan discussed with her. She was still sick, and the chicken legs were too greasy.

It should be bland.

An Zhi puffed up his cheeks and shook his head, "Two, I know I want two."

Gong Zhan didn't want to make her cry anymore, so he had to agree, "Okay, eat two and have a bowl of porridge."

Big deal, pick two smaller drumsticks.

"Yeah, hurry up, I'm so hungry." An Zhi sniffed and lowered his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)