Sweet Wife in Palm: Mysterious Husband Loves Deeply

Chapter 481
"Yeah!" Ming Youyin sat up, frowned and said, "Brother Zhan, you have a fever, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhan Yunting supported the bed and wanted to get up, but Ming Youyin pressed him back, "Don't get up, lie down, why are you feeling uncomfortable, Brother Zhan, I'll get you medicine."

Zhan Yunting hooked the corners of his lips, "It's okay, but my head is a little dizzy and my throat is a little sore. Drink more water and it will be fine."

"How could it be all right?" Ming Youyin touched his forehead, frowned and said, "It must be a serious fever. I must have caught a cold while saving the child in the lake yesterday. I'll go get the thermometer."

She quickly brought the emergency kit from the study, took out the thermometer, and put it under Zhan Yunting's armpit.

She went out to pour another glass of warm water, sat down beside Zhan Yunting, scooped up a spoonful of water, and handed it to Zhan Yunting's lips.

Zhan Yunting laughed, "I will do it myself."

It's just a cold, but it's not like I can't move.

"Don't move, drink slowly," Ming Youyin refused to hand him the spoon, "You are a sick patient now, just lie down and rest."

Zhan Yunting had no choice but to rely on her.

She fed him half a glass of water spoon by spoon, and put the glass aside: "I'll drink it later, it's not good to drink too much at once."

Checking the time, it was almost time, she took out the thermometer.

Putting the thermometer in front of her eyes, she was stunned, "39 degrees five?"

She looked at Zhan Yunting in shock and complaint, "It's almost forty degrees, and you still say you don't feel uncomfortable?"

She had a fever of more than 38 degrees, and she felt uncomfortable all over, humming and moaning, and lay on the bed for injections, wishing she could recover immediately.

It's almost forty degrees in her family and elder brother, and they still say it's not uncomfortable!

Zhan Yunting was amused by her staring eyes, pinched her face, "It's okay, I'm in good health, just take a piece of antipyretic medicine and I'll be fine."

"Eat something before taking medicine, otherwise it will be bad for your stomach," Ming Youyin said, "I'll make you some millet porridge, soon."

She hurriedly got up and went out to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Zhan Yunting's eyes kept chasing her back, his eyes were as gentle as water.

He has good physical fitness, rarely gets sick, but is often injured.

Every time I was injured, except when I was lying in the hospital, there were doctors and nurses to take care of me. Whether I was in the army or at home, I took care of myself.

It's not that he doesn't feel pain, it's just that he's used to having a calm look on his face no matter how painful it is.

I am used to no matter how uncomfortable I am, I will heal my injuries alone without letting anyone know.

This was the first time in his life that someone cared for him, fed him water, cooked him, and cared for him just because he had a fever.

Even when he was young, he never received such tender care.

At that time, the person who took care of him was a nanny, and he wished he could do less. Whether he was sick or bruised, it was just a routine, no one would be like her, and his eyes were full of distress.

Soon, Ming Youyin came back from cooking the porridge, and she first filled a bowl to cool it down quickly.

A pillow was placed behind Zhan Yunting, and she fed Zhan Yunting spoonful by spoonful. She scooped a few spoonfuls from the bowl next to her, let it cool and continued to feed.

Although Zhan Yunting enjoyed her care very much, but he was such a big man, it was awkward for her to feed the porridge spoonful by spoonful.

He wanted to eat by himself, but she insisted on refusing.

He had a severe fever and had a bad appetite, so he drank a small bowl of porridge. Seeing that he couldn't eat, Ming Youyin stopped feeding him, and helped him lie down, "Let's eat less and eat more."

Zhan Yunting felt warm in his heart.

If she continues to feed, he will certainly continue to drink, as much as she feeds, as much as he drinks.

But she was sensitive to the fact that he couldn't drink anymore.

All the time, she was paying attention to his feelings.

The care of a lover is very different from the care of a nanny.

Ming Youyin found alcohol and rubbed Zhan Yunting's palms, soles of feet and back to physically cool him down.

After waiting for 15 minutes, she gave Zhan Yunting antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Seeing Zhan Yunting take the medicine, she touched Zhan Yunting's forehead, frowned and said, "The fever is too severe. If the fever doesn't go away after taking the medicine, we'll go to the hospital for an IV."

"No need," Zhan Yunting smiled, "I'm in good health, just take some medicine and I'll be fine."

He seldom gets sick, and when he does, he gets better with just a few pills.

From the time he can remember to the present, he has never had a drip because of a cold.

"It doesn't count if you say it!" Ming Youyin said seriously: "Now you are a sick patient, you have to listen to me, and it counts when I say it."

Zhan Yunting laughed, "Okay, listen to you."

After a pause, he said again: "If you don't get sick, I will listen to you."

He is willing to be a strict wife and fulfill all her wishes and requirements, as long as she is happy.

Hearing sweet words from her sweetheart unexpectedly, Ming Youyin couldn't help laughing, leaned over and kissed his lips, touched his face, and said with a smile: "Sweet words are useless, you should go to the hospital or go to the hospital .”

Zhan Yunting turned his face away and pushed her gently, "I don't know if it's the flu."

"Of course it's not the flu. It must have jumped into the lake yesterday to save the child from catching a cold. The lake is so cold now!" Ming Youyin chased after him and kissed him plausibly. faster!"

She frolicked on his body, kissing nose, mouth and eyes one by one like a dragonfly touching water.

Zhan Yunting had nothing to do with her, he gently embraced her and stroked her back.

Ming Youyin kissed his forehead and then his eyes, "Brother Zhan, you can sleep for a while, it won't be uncomfortable when you fall asleep."

Zhan Yunting was kissed by her, closed his eyes, and nodded.

Probably because of the severe fever, his head was dizzy, he closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Ming Youyin waited for him to fall asleep, then quietly got up, changed her clothes and went out.

Neither she nor Zhan Yunting are prone to colds. There are only anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever medicines at home, but no cold medicine.

She needs to buy a box of cold medicine, and by the way, buy some light and easy-to-digest ingredients.

There is a supermarket near the community, but the place to buy medicine is farther from the community.

Ming Youyin was in a hurry, took a taxi, and went to the nearest pharmacy to the community first.

She bought medicine, came out of the pharmacy, stood on the side of the road to take a taxi, and suddenly a person jumped up behind her, grabbed the medicine and handbag in her hand, and ran away.

Ming Youyin was startled for a moment, then started to chase after him, shouting while chasing: "Robbery! Grab that man, he robbed my wallet!"

The robber was running hard, when a young man suddenly rushed out from the stab, stretched out a foot, and tripped him to the ground.

The robber got up from the ground, and the young man grabbed what was in his hand, and the two wrestled together.

When Ming Youyin chased after him, the young man snatched Ming Youyin's belongings back, but he was kicked to the ground by the robber, with a painful expression on his face.

The robbers ran away, turned into a side road, and disappeared.

Ming Youyin quickly knelt down to help the brave young man.

"Is this your bag?" The young man raised his head, and what Ming Youyin saw was a handsome face that was as beautiful as a painting.

(End of this chapter)