Madam is right

Chapter 140 040. In short, just catch a cold!
When Mo Zhichu reacted, she was already standing in front of Zhao Mo's barracks.

At this moment, Mo Zhichu stood outside his door with a bewildered expression on his face, and kept asking himself, why on earth is she here?
And at this time, the "cuckling" stomach gave her the answer.

Helpless, Mo Zhichu simply stepped forward to knock on the door.

But, why is the door of his room ajar?
She knew about Zhao Mo.Either the door is closed tightly, or it is wide open.

But this...

Although Mo Zhichu had some bad premonitions in his heart, he knocked on the door politely first.

But at this time the door was ajar, she just put a little force on her hand, the door creaked and opened by itself.

Mo Zhichu looked through the crack of the door, but asked, "Qing Yan, are you there?"

Then he muttered in a low voice: "I didn't intend to see it, the door opened by itself..."

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but Mo Zhichu was shocked when he saw it.

I saw Zhao Mo lying in the room in his middle coat.

Mo Zhichu immediately rushed up, helped him up, and let him rest on his lap.

It's just that the temperature you can touch with your hands is so high that it's shocking.

I saw that his normally red lips and white teeth were now flushed abnormally, but there was no trace of blood on his thin lips.

Mo Zhichu hurriedly called him: "Yan Qing! Yan Qing, wake up!"

Zhao Mo seemed to have heard her voice in a daze, and forced his heavy eyelids to look at her vaguely.

"Chu'er...is here? Is Chu'er...hungry? I'm sorry...wait a minute..."

As soon as Zhao Mo said this, Mo Zhichu felt his eyes sore.

"What are you waiting for! You have burned so badly, leave me alone!"

"That... can't be done, my... little Chu'er... how could... be hungry... I... feel distressed..."

"You are..."

Before she could finish her sentence, hot tears dripped down his face.

That tear was hot, no different from his body temperature, but he knew instantly that his first child was crying.

He slowly raised his hand, trying to wipe away her tears and coax her, but the powerlessness in his body became stronger and stronger.

"Chu'er...don't cry..."

She subconsciously replied, "Who is crying!"

Before he finished speaking, he lost consciousness.

"Yan Qing! Yan Qing!"

But there was no reply.

Mo Zhichu wiped away his tears, quickly moved him to the bed, rushed out of the barracks, and went to the military doctor's office.

The poor old military doctor who was still in his dream at this time was dragged out by Mo Zhichu while he was still in bed, and carried to Zhao Mo's barracks.

If Mo Zhichu still had the usual sense at this time, she would know how Yu Shu brought the doctor here so quickly back then.

The old military doctor was also suffering and couldn't tell, so he sat beside Zhao Mo's bed with his mouth pouted unhappily, and felt his pulse.

"Old man, you can be more careful!"

"What are you doing?! You feel bad!" the old military doctor said unhappily.

"What are you talking about? It's said that doctors are benevolent. Why didn't I see it in you?"

The old military doctor Song He also had a big temper, so he took the pulse and threw it into Mo Zhichu's arms, angrily said: "Then you come!"

"Hey! Why are you so angry all of a sudden...Is it okay if I'm wrong? Who can be as powerful as your army Zhonghua Tuo?" Mo Zhichu hesitated.

Song He almost smashed the medicine box, try it early in the morning, how does it feel to find yourself in the air when you open your eyes!
In the end, under the attack of Mo Zhichu's various good words, Song He calmly checked Zhao Mo's pulse.

During the period, Mo Zhichu once saw Song He dragging his chin with his left hand and thinking about something, but she didn't know, and she didn't dare to ask.

In the end, Song He only said: "The virtual fire is too strong, and it is not handled properly, that's why it happened."

"Can you explain more clearly?"

Song He glared at Mo Zhichu, "In short, it's a cold! I'll prescribe the medicine and take it first."

"Okay, thank you, old man."

Song He reached out and knocked Mo Zhichu's head hard. Mo Zhichu swore that no one had ever dared to hit her on the head so hard!

"Remember to bring a thank you gift! Who will pick up the medicine?"

Mo Zhichu was taken aback, "Huh?"

"I said, who, come, take, medicine! Deaf at a young age?"

"Screw you!"

This question really stumped Mo Zhichu.

Has Zhao Mo had any close friends since he entered Weihu Camp?It seemed like there was no one else but her...

Leave it to other brothers, she is a little worried, after all, he usually takes care of him so much, now he is sick...

After a while, Mo Zhichu said, "I'll go, I'll go!"

"you?"

"What's up!"

"Come over to pick up the medicine in an hour. During the period, the towel on his head has to be changed when it gets hot. Every other cup of tea, I'll feed him some water. Do you understand?"

"Ah? It's so troublesome? How about I go find someone else?"

"Can you be a little patient, boy? You won't be ashamed of yourself!" After finishing speaking, the old military doctor took the medicine box and left.

Mo Zhichu was depressed, she was despised by the old military doctor...

But turning his head to look at the unconscious person on the bed, Mo Zhichu sighed resignedly.

……

In a certain barracks in Weihu Camp.

A few stunned soldiers formed a group on the kang, muttering something.

Little Soldier A: "Are you sure everything is done?"

Soldier B: "Okay, I'll take care of things, don't worry!"

Little Soldier C: "Are we going to be too ruthless? What should the instructor do with such a big barracks?"

The little soldier smiled lewdly: "Look for a man!"

Everyone: "Yes!"

Little Soldier A: "Let's just wait and see the good show!"

……

Mo Zhichu sat on the footrest beside Zhao Mo's bed, resting his chin on his bed in boredom.

Zhao Mo's hand was right in front of her eyes.

I have never seen his hands before, but now I look carefully, the knuckles are distinct, the fingertips are round, and the nails are neatly manicured, but this hand is still white and tender, looking crystal clear.

Will such a hand feel as cool as porcelain?

Thinking so, Mo Zhichu quietly stretched out his index finger.

She just taps, taps lightly...

Finally, Mo Zhichu's fingertips lightly pressed against the back of his hand.

Ah, it's warm.

Just as Mo Zhichu wanted to withdraw his hand, he grabbed it tightly.

She was shocked, and hurriedly explained: "There is nothing, I just want... just want to see if you... er... have your fever gone! Yes!"

But she waited for a long time and didn't wait for a reply. When she looked up, she realized that Zhao Mo hadn't woken up at all.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but!

Why can't I pull my hand back?This girl is holding tighter and tighter!

Mo Zhichu's old face blushed, and he heard someone who was unconscious on the bed talking indistinctly.

She put her ear close to her, only to hear him say: "Chu'er, don't go...I love you..."

(End of this chapter)