I love you, Mr.Commander

Lin Qing reported the address, and the doctor roughly calculated the time: "twenty minutes." Then cut off the phone.

Lin Qingshou was beside the bed. He didn't know how many times he changed the towel, but the man's high fever showed no sign of abating. Instead, he was more hot and sweating.

Her palm covered the man's forehead, filled with sticky sweat. From waking up to now, he has been out of consciousness, his narrow eyes closed, and his raised eyebrows have not loosened.

Men exercise every day. How can they have a high fever?

Lin Qing didn't expect to think of the plastic cover of the syringe.

She pulled up the man's arm and stroked his skin inch by inch with a weak light. He has lost weight these days, and his muscles feel more and more obvious. Lin Qing has not missed anything from his fingertips to his forearms and then to his elbows, and there is no trace of a needle eye at all.

She breathed a sigh of relief and changed her towel. It was easy to think.

Carefully put the man's arm back into the quilt. She tucked in the quilt corner and took her temperature again. It was still nearly 40 degrees.

The doctor hasn't arrived yet, and the time has passed for a long time. Lin Qing's eyes are slightly red, he sucks his nose, and his hand suddenly moves.

The man opened his eyes and immediately saw her worried and vague consciousness. He knew what was going on. His voice was dark and hoarse. He put his palm on her leg: "it's just a fever. What are you crying for?"

"I didn't cry." Lin Qing turned her head and wiped the corners of her eyes. Her fingertips were wet. She really didn't know that tears overflowed. She looked back, her nerves were no longer tight, and her forehead was still hot. "Isn't it very uncomfortable?"

The man shook his head. "It's okay."

"It's almost forty degrees."

"Am I an ordinary person?" Mu Li wanted to sit up and moved. Her whole body was weak. She didn't want to worry, so she didn't move again.

Lin Qing saw his intention and pressed him down on the shoulder: "don't move. There's no medicine at home and I can't go to the hospital. I'll come to the doctor soon."

The replaced towel let the cold and damp feel seep into his head. He was more sober. He smelled and looked at the deep sky on the other side of the hidden curtain: "the doctor who came in the middle of the night is just a fever. It's no big deal. Just have a sleep."

He held Lin Qing's wrist to let her go to bed. He immediately ignited a shudder and heat on her fair skin. The continuous temperature can't reassure people, let alone sleep.

Lin Qing put her finger against his thin lip. The slightly cracked lip flap is distressing: "you never get sick at ordinary times. You burn too much at the moment. Lie down first and call you when the doctor comes."

She then wiped his lips with a cotton swab dipped in water and fed him a small half cup of water.

The man couldn't stand it, but the mania in his body seemed to start a prairie fire, and he couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes heavily and heard a slight walk on the carpet. After a while, Lin Qing returned to the head of the bed.

She probed into the man's forehead, clenched her lips Rou, almost deep in blood.

The disease came like a mountain. It was good to say that at this time, there seemed to be two forces fighting in his body, and no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't support it.

The woman told him that the medicine at this stage should not be taken indiscriminately. Later, the doctor called by Lin Qing doesn't know what medicine he will prescribe.

Mu Li looked at her worried face and touched the corners of her eyes: "OK, you're scared."

"I'm not afraid." Lin Qing took his hand and naturally clasped his fingers.

At this moment, no one spoke again. Lin Qing's mobile phone buzzed and vibrated twice. A text message came in. She glanced and let go of the man's hand.

"The doctor is here. I'll open the door."

"Which doctor?" Mu Li looked at her back and opened his mouth. His slightly hoarse voice was particularly sexy. He didn't remember that Lin Qing knew a doctor who could come to tie at 2 a.m.

Lin Qing went to the bedroom door and gently turned the doorknob: "the one Ling Annan called me last time."

Mu Li didn't know about it, but Lin Qingji was confused. He said a word and went out of the bedroom.

Mu Li picked up her cell phone and saw the text message.

Before long, Lin Qing took the doctor back to the master bedroom. A pair of cotton mops stepped on the high-quality carpet and silenced instantly. Behind her, the female doctor who was slightly taller than her put her hands in her pockets, wore soft soled leather shoes and a white medical bag on her shoulder.

"How many degrees?" Entering the bedroom, the female doctor stood one meter away from the big bed, looking at the man.

"Thirty nine degrees six."

"Very powerful." The female doctor was expressionless. She put her backpack on the single sofa at the end of the bed. After checking the situation, she handed the medicine to Lin Qing, "warm water, once every three hours, must be eaten on time." She stressed that men still closed their eyes and did not respond.

Lin Qing saw that the box was an ordinary antipyretic. He took two tablets and sat in front of the bed. With one hand around the man's neck, he picked him up and put the edge of the cup against his thin lip.

After Mu Li drank the medicine, black eyes moved their eyes to the female doctor when they lay down.

"Where did you find the doctor? I haven't heard of it." The man's voice can't hear his emotions. "Is it famous in city a?"

Lin Qing put down his glass and explained patiently in a soft voice: "last time orange had a fever, Ling Annan gave me the doctor's phone and said it was very authoritative." Listening to the man's voice should be better, she felt relieved and gently pulled her lips, "I can't make fun of your body."

The female doctor gently raised her eyebrows and smiled. Lin Qing turned her head and just met the female doctor's line of sight.

For a moment, the female doctor couldn't tell the difference between Ling Ao and banter. Lin Qing frowned and opened her mouth.

Before he finished, the man pressed his wrist: "I've taken the medicine. I should rest assured."

Lin Qing looked down at him, still holding a thermometer in his hand.

"Don't say I didn't remind you. You're in a critical period." At first glance, the doctor did a few routine examinations and tossed around. It was nearly 3 a.m. when he was ready to leave.

Lin Qing sent the doctor out. Standing in the porch, she must be very grateful to the doctor.

"If you want him to get better quickly, take the medicine as I told you. Don't eat anything except light food. If you have any problems, contact me in time." The female doctor's windbreaker was blown by the wind in the corridor. She pressed down the corners of her clothes and pulled her scattered hair.

"Thank you for coming so late." Lin Qing looked at the doctor again. Different from his active treatment, he always felt that there was a mysterious and dangerous smell on the doctor.

Jiang Tong nodded impolitely and suddenly changed the topic: "your husband loves you very much."

"What?" Lin Qing didn't expect the transfer to be so fast.

"Nothing. Watch him take his medicine on time." Jiang Tong waved and turned around.

Lin Qing picked up the wallet on the porch cabinet. When she looked up, the doctor had walked to the elevator door. She opened the button of the wallet: "Dr. Jiang, expenses..."

"I've just returned home. I'll give you free advertising today. Remember to come to me in the future." She didn't say that such a good thing was enough to save face. The elevator door opened. Before Lin Qing had time to respond, she went in.

Lin Qing watched the ladder door close and the number kept decreasing.

I don't know who opened the glass window at the end of the corridor. The damp and cold wind passed through the hall. Lin Qing shrunk her shoulders and put her wallet back after closing the door.

After taking the medicine, his body improved obviously. Lin Qing came back to see the man leaning against the head of the bed, "how did he get up?" She walked over a few steps and measured a lot of hypothermia. "It's good to be useful."

"I don't know yet. You know such an enthusiastic doctor." Mu Li patted the other side of the bed. His body temperature was 38 degrees. He couldn't wake up much in his head.

Lin Qing got into bed and asked him to lie down. After setting his watch for three hours, he turned off the light. "Now you know my strength."

"Yes." The man had a thick nasal sound and was afraid of infection. He kept a distance from her. Now he recovered some strength and didn't hug her. "Let me learn more in the future."

Lin Qing came up and said, "what are you talking about?"

"No, sleep." Mu Li pushed her to the bedside, thought about turning on the light again, "take another quilt."

"What are you doing?" The sudden light makes people unable to adapt, and Lin Qing squints.

"I don't expect you to have a fever early tomorrow morning." The man reached out and pushed her around.

Lin Qing took advantage of the situation to hook his arm, pasted his whole body, and rubbed his small face in the nest of his neck: "I'm not afraid. I'm going to have a fever. You take care of me as before."

"You dare." The man was unhappy. "It's up to me to deal with you."

"Then get better first." Lin Qing yawned and couldn't stand it as soon as she relaxed. She raised her slender arm, patted off the bedside lamp and fell on the man's chest, "husband."

"Yes."

Lin Qing didn't say anything. The man thought she fell asleep so soon and pulled the quilt over her shoulder. The moment she took back her hand, her lips were covered with soft, she tasted it easily, and the corners of her eyes bent in the dark were included in the fundus of her eyes by men.

Jiang Tong drove back along Jiangyuan Avenue. The navigator gave a loud prompt that he was going the wrong way. At three o'clock in the morning, the city was falling into silence, not to mention how harsh and harsh the sound was.

Jiang Tong checked the route and went wrong again.

She has no other shortcomings, except Lu Chi, who can't be changed no matter which city she goes to.

Turn around and turn left to restore the correct route.

It's cold in late autumn. She can't stand it when the window is opened for less than half. She doesn't drive very fast and enjoys the quiet surrounded by the night.

The voice from the roadside ahead was still uncoordinated.

Jiang Tong kept his speed unchanged and drove past the man. When he was parallel, he caught a glimpse of a child wrapped in the man's arms.

She noticed that she was a girl of one or two years old, wrapped tightly by a man in the cold wind.

At this time, Jiang Tong called with a child on the roadside. Jiang Tong didn't care about other people's affairs. He closed the window and the man's last sentence floated into his ears.

"Give me the things tomorrow. When the deadline comes, it will come in handy soon."

She took a look in the rearview mirror and saw that the man's legs and feet were inconvenient.

That face seems to have been seen on TV.

Maybe it was Mu Li's affair that made her highly sensitive to the word "deadline". Entering the next stage means approaching the injection deadline. She hasn't found a perfect way yet. The laboratory mouse looks Wan and distracted for days. Just now, the man's situation is not very good.

Who on earth dares to inject him with this kind of thing?

Just because she doesn't ask doesn't mean she's not a little curious.

Jiang Tong raised the speed and gradually left the lame man behind. He didn't expect to meet the outlaw again soon.

Bai Xuan's hand trembled as she sat in the heated room. She was afraid that the other end of the phone would hang up suddenly. Her voice was full of anxiety: "I want to see my daughter."

"If you want to see me, you can exchange something for it."

"You let me see my daughter first."

"As you said, this is my daughter. I won't hurt her at all." Ah Zhi interrupted impatiently, "now, tell me where the things are?"