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Ji Zhengting was stunned.

Look at the ice bag on her forehead. Is it too cold?

He took the ice bag off and tried it on her forehead. The temperature doesn't seem to drop. What's the matter?

But looking at her lips are a little trembling, the body under the quilt also began to curl up, looks really cold. Ji Zhengting didn't care so much. He lifted the quilt and went to bed.

But I don't want to Under the quilt, she only wore a bathrobe. Because of the action just now, the bathrobe would be loose on her body, revealing a large amount of spring in front of her chest.

Ji Zhengting mistook her eyes and instinctively arranged her robe on her chest. Then he got into the quilt and fished her into his arms.

Song Qingcheng seems to feel the different temperature on his body. As soon as she touches him, she unconsciously sticks to him.

However, her body is very hot, only her hands and feet are cold.

Ji Zhengting has been exercising since he was a child, so he has been in good health all the time. He has almost never had any disease since he was a child. Therefore, he is really Xiaobai in terms of illness.

Just when he was at a loss, the door was knocked.

"Come in." He answered.

The housekeeper came in with two bowls of ginger tea in his hand, followed by a servant and a medicine bag in his hand.

Seeing the scene of the room, even the housekeeper's steps stopped slightly.

"Bring me the thermometer quickly." Ji Zhengting was impatient when he saw that the housekeeper was slow.

"Yes." The housekeeper quickly put the bowl in his hand on the cupboard at the head of the bed, took the medicine bag from the servant's hand, took out the thermometer and gave it to him.

Ji Zhengting measured the thermometer for her. In less than a minute, the thermometer gave a sound. Ji Zhengting quickly took out the thermometer to check the temperature above.

The degree on the thermometer made him twist his brow.

"Sir, Miss Song has a fever." The housekeeper also saw the number on the thermometer, which was 39 degrees.

"Why does she say it's cold when she's hot?" Ji Zhengting doesn't understand what's going on.

"That's what a fever is like, and it's cold on the hands and feet."

Ji Zhengting said nothing.

Because the housekeeper is right, song Qingcheng is now this kind of symptom, so fever is sure.

"Sir, we have some medicine here. Would you like to give Miss Song some?" The housekeeper asked again.

"Bring ginger tea to her first, and then have a look." He does not advocate taking medicine, and her body is not convenient, so try to use unreasonable cooling.

"Good." The housekeeper brought the ginger tea.

"It's too cold to drink the tea." Ji Zhengting talks to song Qingcheng, who is sleeping in the past.

"Well ~" Song Qingcheng only heard someone call himself, moved his body, not willing to open his eyes.

Ji Zhengting picked her up and leaned in his arms, worried that her nightgown would be gone. He pulled the quilt high, patted her cheek gently, and said to her, "wake up, get up and drink ginger tea."

"I don't want to drink it. It's so bad..." Song Qingcheng frowned and spoke like a coquettish child.

"Well behaved, drink not afflictive." Ji Zhengting had to coax her and put the bowl in her mouth. Song Qingcheng frowned, opened his mouth and began to drink.

She didn't want to drink it after two sips. Ji Zhengting seemed to have seen it for a long time. Instead of giving her the chance to refuse, she directly lifted the bowl down until she finished a bowl of ginger tea.

May be too fast to drink, song Qingcheng cough twice, he took a paper towel to help her mouth residual ginger tea wipe. He found that today he has coaxed her twice, and the effect is quite effective.

"Here's another bowl, sir. You'd better drink one to drive away the cold." The housekeeper brought him another bowl.

Ji Zhengting thinks it's necessary to prevent it. After all, he doesn't have two days. He took the bowl and drank it.

"Put the medicine here, you go down first." Ji Zhengting speaks.

"Yes." The housekeeper put the medicine bag on the bedside table and returned it with the servant.

Ji Zhengting raised his wrist and looked at the time. It's almost lunch time. Today, he invited important customers to have dinner together, and then there was an important meeting.

He gently put the woman in his arms on the bed, but song Qingcheng didn't buy it. He grabbed the robe on his chest and refused to let go.

The layer of rosy clouds on her face seems to be a little deeper, so she, let him not rest assured to leave.

He took up the ice bag again to cool her forehead.

Half an hour later, the two ice bags had gradually become constant temperature, and he took out a thermometer to measure her.

Fortunately, the temperature has come down, but it still hasn't reached normal temperature.

It's just that his time is over. He has to go. He got out of bed and went to the cloakroom to change into a suit. Before he left, he went to the bedside to see her again.

Look at her sleeping so deeply. I hope she can get rid of the fever when she wakes up.When Ji Zhengting arrived downstairs, he still told the housekeeper that he should send someone to observe the situation of song Qingcheng for ten minutes to avoid any accident.

If someone is always in the room, he is worried that it will affect her.

Ten minutes. Nothing should happen.

Thinking like this, he went out at ease.

……

Song Qingcheng has been sleepy, burning again and again. If you apply the ice bag for a while, the fever will subside. If you don't apply it for a little more than half an hour, it will burn again and again.

Several times, the housekeeper was worried and didn't dare to delay Miss Song's illness, so he called her husband.

Ji Zhengting was in the meeting when he saw that the mobile phone on the table was on. He glanced at the phone and saw that it was the housekeeper's phone. He announced a five minute break, and then left the meeting room with his mobile phone.

"What's the matter?" Ji Zhengting answered the phone and asked. The housekeeper knows that he has a meeting in the afternoon, but he still calls. There must be something important.

"Sir, Miss Song's condition is not very good, fever is always repeated, do you want to take medicine?" The housekeeper asked carefully.

Ji Zhengting frowned.

"Give her some water and continue to apply the ice bag. I'll have the medicine delivered right away."

"Home medicine..." The housekeeper wants to say that there are ready-made drugs at home, and they are all imported drugs with the best efficacy and the least side effects.

"The medicine at home is too long. I'll have someone deliver it."

“…… Good The housekeeper found that his husband was not generally concerned about Miss Song. The day before yesterday, he took some medicine from his family. When he came to miss song, he felt that the medicine was too long. He really thought that Miss Song was more important than himself.

"Send someone to watch. Don't let anything happen." Ji Zhengting once again exhorted.

"Yes, I know."

After Ji Zhengting hung up, he directly called Lu Qing and asked her to arrange someone to deliver the medicine.

Lu Qing talks for a long time before she agrees to deliver the medicine for him. Ji Zhengting hangs up and goes back to the conference room.