The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Only Ye Jiao stayed by the hospital bed, staring at Mu Chenbi on the hospital bed with her worried eyes.

Mu Chenbi's pale face was already red from the heat. Even when he was in a coma, he twisted his brows uncomfortably. His bloodless lips were dry due to lack of water. When he touched his forehead, the temperature was scary .

Ye Jiao got up from time to time, took a towel dipped in cold water, and wiped Mu Chenbi's hot cheeks to help him physically cool down.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Chenbi's head suddenly moved, his eyes were still tightly closed, but his pale lips were closed, as if he was saying something.

Ye Jiao couldn't hear clearly, so she leaned over her ears and asked, "What? What did you say? Is it uncomfortable?"

When she got close to Mu Chenbi's lips, she finally heard him clearly, and he made a faint call from his mouth.

"A...Aci...Aci..."

Ye Jiao's heart trembled suddenly.

A Ci!

Even if the high fever does not go away and the coma is not awake, he still shouts A Ci!

Ye Jiao stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him fell to the ground with a choking sound, awakening several nurses who were napping in the ward.

They looked at Ye Jiao by the hospital bed in astonishment, and didn't understand what had happened.

Ye Jiao turned around and rushed out of the ward, and came to the gate of life and death. The cold wind in the mountains and forest pierced her bones, making Ye Jiao a little sober.

What good is it for her to breathe here alone?

Can Mu Chenbi stop chanting Yunci? Can Mu Chenbi's fever go down?

Can't.

Ye Jiao returned to the ward again, and several nurses were gathered around the bed.

They looked at Ye Jiao and said, "King Mu seems to be calling someone's name. He should really want to see her. Do you want that person to come over?"

Ye Jiao didn't speak.

Until the next day, Mu Chenbi's fever did not go away, and he was still in a coma, unable to wake up.

Ye Jiao was angry outside for a while. When she came back, she happened to see a group of doctors entering the ward. She was afraid that something might happen to Mu Shenbi, so she hurriedly followed in.

In the ward, fever-reducing pills and water were set aside, and the nurse was anxiously reporting the situation to the doctors.

"King Mu just refused to take medicine."

The doctors also looked sad.

"If you don't take medicine, just rely on infusion, the fever will not go away."

"I'll give it a try."

A doctor picked up the pills, asked the nurse to lift Mu Chenbi's head, and then stuffed the pills into his mouth.

Mu Chenbi rolled his head, resisting instinctively, and his dry lips closed together, as if he was muttering something to himself.

The doctor could not hear clearly, and asked, "What is King Mu talking about?"

The nurse replied: "He seems to be calling a name, A Ci, he has been calling that way last night."

At this moment, Mu Chenbi suddenly opened his eyes, his dilated pupils didn't know what he was looking at, and then he raised a hand with difficulty, as if trying to grasp something desperately, sending out an urgent and begging Calling: "Aci...Aci..."

Everyone turned their heads and looked, and the direction in which he reached out was clearly empty.

In the end, he ran out of energy, his hands dropped heavily, and all he caught was air.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with this situation for a while.

A nurse said: "Would you like to call the man named A Ci, maybe King Mu will take medicine after seeing her?"

Ye Jiao had been standing at the door, taking in everything that happened in the ward. Her hands on her side were tightly clenched, and she didn't even feel pain when her nails were pinched into her palms.