Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"The doctor has taken my temperature. I have a high fever of 39 ° 5."

The servant himself was frightened. Fortunately, he found it early.

If it's later, she can't imagine the consequences

If the little lady becomes a fool, none of them can get rid of their responsibility.

He hurried back to the official residence. Mu Jingxi looked cold and solemn. He walked up the stairs with long legs in a hurry.

In the children's room, little glutinous rice was still infused. She was lying in bed, a small ball, looking so weak.

The high fever hasn't subsided yet. His face is burning red and frowning. He seems very uncomfortable and sleeps uneasily.

The servant and the doctor were watching her. When they saw him coming in, they immediately gave way, "three little, you're back."

"How's it going?"

Mujingxi sat down by the bed and held the hand of little glutinous rice.

There was a needle on the back of her little hand, and the antipyretic potion was being infused into her body little by little.

She is most afraid of injections. At this moment, she doesn't cry. It can be seen that she really has no strength.

It hurts to be tortured like a little poor.

"The young lady has a high fever and the situation is urgent. She can only be given an infusion first, and then it depends on the situation."

Mu Jingxi painfully held her face, the temperature was hot, his fingers were cold, and the little glutinous rice rubbed comfortably.

Slowly open your eyes.

She blinked slowly, and her little milk voice was hoarse, "Dad."

"Dad is back." Mu Jingxi held her face. "Is it very uncomfortable? Tell Dad."

Little glutinous rice wrongly nodded his head and kicked the quilt, "little glutinous rice is hot."

"You're sick, so you're not feeling well. Good, will you bear it? "

Mu Jingxi coaxed softly and let go of his hand. He poured a glass of water and fed it to her with a spoon.

"Hungry or not?"

Little glutinous rice shook his head, gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Mu Jingxi has been sitting by the bed, holding her infusion hand. Because of the infusion, her hand has been very cold.

He held his small hand, carefully avoided the back of his hand, and passed his temperature to her little by little.

After more than two hours of infusion, the potion was finally hung up.

The fever subsided a little, but it was still a fever.

"San Shao, please let the little lady get up and have something to eat and take medicine half an hour after dinner. More hot water and sweating can better reduce the fever. "

Mu Jingxi nodded, "HMM."

Looking at the little glutinous rice wilted by the high fever, he was very distressed.

Guilt and heartache intertwined in his heart, which made him feel bad.

Gently patted her face, "little glutinous rice, wake up."

The awakened little glutinous rice opened his eyes and Mu Jingxi took her into his arms. "It's time for dinner."

"Dad, little glutinous rice is not hungry."

"Take some if you're not hungry. It's time to take medicine later."

As soon as he heard the word "take medicine", little glutinous rice was full of resistance.

His head kept retreating back to keep away from him.

Mu Jingxi pinched her face. "Is it hard to get sick?"

"... uncomfortable." Little glutinous rice drooped his head and looked like a poor little girl.

No one can bear to see it.

Mujingxi will not give in to the issue of principle.

Just like at the moment, she doesn't like taking medicine. Won't she take it?

This is wrong.

"If you take the medicine, you won't feel bad. When the little glutinous rice gets better, you don't have to take medicine. "

"But the little glutinous rice has joined hands."

"Infusion and medication complement each other."