My wife is squeamish

Chapter 882 That's Clearly Domestic Violence, Don't Say It So Nicely [One More]

Even though he knew that he would have a fever when he was frightened, An Zhi was still unwilling to go to the doctor, and firmly stated that he would definitely survive tonight.

No matter how coaxed Gong Zhan is, he is very firm.

Just don't go, and don't die.

Even coaxing and persuasion didn't work, Gong Zhan finally lost his temper and poked a red mark on her fair and tender face.

He said angrily, "Okay, it's okay not to go, but if you have a fever at night, you can get an injection directly, there is no need to discuss."

"Just get the injection, just pretend that I'm afraid you won't succeed." As soon as An Zhi's temper came up, he pinched his waist and straightened his chest, with his little chin raised high.

It looked like he was going to fight him hard.

Gong Zhan stared at her for a long time with unknown meaning, then suddenly raised his hand.

An Zhi thought he was going to hit him, so he quickly covered his face with his hands.

With horror in his eyes, he squinted at him.

Gong Zhan, who was originally furious, couldn't help but smiled bitterly when he saw her like this, "You think I'm going to beat you, huh?"

"No, isn't it?" An Zhi blinked and gradually relaxed his vigilance.

"You." Gong Zhan reached out to hug her, and patted her on the back lightly, "Remember, little brother will never hit you."

"Liar, you said you were going to spank my little ass before." An Zhi retorted, but her hands were very sincere, and she wrapped her arms around his thin waist.

The little face rubbed against his shoulder.

"That's not beating you, that's love and fun." Gong Zhan pinched her soft little buttocks.

An Zhi crawled forward, avoiding his hand, and hummed, "That's clearly domestic violence, don't make it so nice."

"Well, let me put it bluntly. The doctor will come in a while. He will examine you first and then give you some medicine." Gong Zhan's voice suddenly became cold.

The tone is irrefutable.

An Zhi pushed him away, his eyes widened, and he said crisply, "You, I told you not to see a doctor."

I thought that if I refused to go to the hospital, I could avoid disaster.

Unexpectedly, what should come still has to come.

"That's right, what you said was not to go to the hospital to see a doctor, and you didn't say not to let the doctor see you." Gong Zhan raised his eyebrows.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door.

He went out and opened the door.

Zhao Liang led the doctor in.

An Zhi wanted to run, but as soon as he raised his legs, Gong Zhan held down his shoulders and pushed him onto the sofa.

Imprisoning her with both arms, he raised his head and said to the stunned doctor, "Show her."

"Eh, okay."

The doctor came to his senses and checked Anzhi.

During this period, Gong Zhan slowly told him about Anzhi's situation.

After hearing Gong Zhan's words and making sure she was fine, the doctor gave him two pills, "Take this at bedtime, and if she has a fever in the middle of the night, then give her the white one at the back."

"This white one is antipyretic."

The little guy was so sick, Gong Zhan knew what kind of medicine it was at a glance.

"It's antipyretics." The doctor nodded.

"Okay, I'll let you take you back, and I'll call you again if necessary." Gong Zhan said, winking at Zhao Liang, "Send the doctor back."

"Okay, young master." Zhao Liang responded and left the hotel room with the doctor.

After An Zhi was checked, she was not willing to speak much, and stared straight at the pills on the table, which was very strange.

Want to throw them in the trash.

She doesn't want to eat at all.

"Don't think about what you shouldn't, these two pills are yours." Gong Zhan rubbed her head vigorously, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

"It's still early." An Zhi shook his head, not letting him touch it.

Concerned about what happened just now.

(End of this chapter)