Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

At the moment, the horse is not here, and ye Qingcheng has no other way. He can only slowly put the chair flat - the sofa has an adjustable place, and his legs are flat.

This makes it a mini bed.

Ye Qingcheng took a thicker quilt from the bed to cover Dongfang Shijin, and looked for medicine from the drawer - antipyretic medicine is an ordinary family medicine, but there is a slight musty smell in the drawer, which should be caused by the moisture of wood at sea.

Some medicine bottles even have a touch of mold on them. I don't know how long they have been left here.

Ye Qingcheng rummaged around, his inexplicable hands trembled, and the faint sea breeze blew over, which made people feel nervous. There were many thin and dense cold sweats on her forehead, which made her cold when the wind blew.

A medicine bottle said ibuprofen. Ye Qingcheng knew that it was generally a medicine to reduce fever. She looked at the shelf life date behind it. It didn't expire until next year.

Ye Qingcheng poured out a few tablets. The medicine was ok, but some tablets were broken.

She poured some warm water, slowly propped up the neck of Dongfang Shijin and let him take the antipyretic medicine.

Ye Qingcheng used to touch the fish soup. The fish soup was a little cold. At this time, ye Qingcheng couldn't eat anything at all. He had to go to the deck and wait for the horse to come back. At least after the horse came back, he could call a doctor.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the deck and carefully closed the door of the room. Just a moment after he came out, he vaguely heard the subtle footsteps from the nearby grass. This slight sound was very clear in the night. Ye Qingcheng subconsciously looked at it and saw the vague people who could see coming over there.

She narrowed her eyes and could vaguely judge that it was the horse.

Ye Qingcheng walked over, and the horse was looking over, "Miss ye, why did you come out? It's cold outside..."

Ye Qingcheng could not feel it at all, or the cold temperature. When he came out to stay for a while, he became numb.

"By the way, is there a doctor here? Dongfang Shijin has a fever, 39.6 degrees... I always think his recent temperature is very strange, as if he has been suffering from a low fever intermittently..." Ye Qingcheng explained. As soon as the horse heard this sentence, he walked towards the room over there.

When I opened the door, there was a faint musty smell, as well as the unique smell of the sea, wet and faint fishy leisure of the sea tide.

The tall body of Dongfang Shijin was lying on the small sofa like that. It felt uncomfortable anyway.

He was covered with a quilt. Although Ye Qingcheng tried hard to wrap him in the quilt, the height of Dongfang Shijin was there after all, so his legs were still exposed.

When the horse went over, there were some thin beads of sweat on the face of Dongfang Shijin. His face was abnormally pale, and even his lips were cracked.

This is not normal.

Because generally, people with fever usually have red cheeks, and Dongfang Shijin's face is not only pale, but even lifeless.

Ma Zi immediately felt something bad in his heart. He raised his hand and touched the forehead of Dongfang Shijin. His forehead was cold.