Chapter 85
Wen Qingruo has been standing at the door of the guest room on the first floor, full of hesitation in her heart.

He stretched out his hand to push the door, but it stopped five centimeters away from the door.

At this moment, a servant came out in a hurry, and he looked at Wen Qingruo stiffly, "Uh... young mistress... why are you here?"

Wen Qingruo said nothing, so the servant had no choice but to prepare to leave, "Then...young mistress...I'll go over there to get something first..."

Until the servant left, Wen Qingruo's gaze suddenly froze in the guest room.

A group of servants stood beside the large bed, and several doctors were busy at the head of the bed.

"Why did the young master suddenly have a fever? It has been a low-grade fever just now... How did you take care of these servants?!" It was Uncle Zhang who spoke.

"I... we... don't know... I just found out when Xiao Lan came over to change the towels..."

"Call quickly, and call some doctors over..."

After Uncle Zhang finished speaking anxiously, he went to make a call.

Several servants came out, "I've never seen the young master fall ill so suddenly... But the young master's stomach problem seems to be serious again..."

"That's right, I still refuse to eat or take medicine... What do you think I should do..."

When the two servants came out, they saw Wen Wen Qingruo standing at the door,

After being shocked, she was stiff and didn't know what to say, "Young Mistress..."

Why did the young mistress come out suddenly?Didn't the young mistress go upstairs after dinner?
When it came down to Wen Qingruo, the conversation they had just stopped.

"Is...is it serious?" Wen Qingruo bit her lip, suddenly she didn't know why she asked such a question.

Subconsciously feel worried? !This doesn't seem to be her Wen Qingruo personality, so... why is this?

"Young mistress...it's the young master. During the three days you left...he kept looking for you and drank a lot of wine...his stomach was not very good...he had a low fever all afternoon, but he suddenly developed a fever. high fever……"

"He doesn't eat or take medicine?!" Wen Qingruo just heard what they said.

The two servants looked at each other, and then saw Wen Qingruo frowning, so they nodded.

"Go and do your work." After Wen Qingruo finished speaking, she walked in.

All the curtains in the room were drawn, only two light yellow wall lamps were turned on.

There are people's quietness, and there are doctors' whispers.

There were also several servants changing the towel on his forehead for cold compresses before the bed.

Ruoqing peeled off a few servants standing in front of the bed, and saw Yan Junchen's face.

He didn't fall asleep, but opened his eyes, which were slightly bloodshot.

That arrogant man fell ill... She should have been happy, but now... she didn't have any extra feelings.

Seeing Wen Qingruo, the man didn't seem to feel it, but his eyes were downcast without emotion.

"Why didn't you take the medicine?!" Standing by the bed, Wen Qingruo asked coldly.

But no one answered.

"Do you want to die?" Wen Qingruo suddenly became angry for no reason, "Yan Junchen, do you want to die?!"

But it was still silent, several doctors and servants had never seen this scene, so they all retreated to the side silently.

Wen Qingruo fell silent suddenly.

"Turn down the temperature of the air conditioner, it's hot." After a while, the man said lightly, without even looking at Wen Qingruo.

A servant hesitated for a while, looked at Wen Qingruo, then at Yan Junchen.

In the end, I had to go over and lower the temperature a few degrees.

(End of this chapter)

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