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There is a saying that sickness comes like a mountain!
It seems that this sentence is more convincing for people who usually don't suffer from any illness.

Huo Beicheng is usually a person with good physical fitness. He has never had a fever or cold for a year. If it is not a serious cold or something, he is basically healthy.

Only this time, because of taking care of people in the ward for several days and nights, and because of the constant fear in his heart, Jiang Muyu had just recovered, but he fell ill directly.

When the doctor came, Huo Dashao had already started to have a fever.

"39 degrees five, high fever!"

The doctor glanced at the thermometer, and Jiang Muyu was stunned by the number reported.

"I'll hang the elder and younger into the water, and I'll prepare the medicine later, and take the medicine on time with three meals a day."

Su Xiangyu glanced at the two patients sitting on the bed, and felt that his whole head was about to explode.

"Yiming, go and get the medicine with the doctor." After Su Xiangyu explained, he looked at the two people on the bed, one was pale, weak and thin, and the other was flushed and haggard with fever, "You really should look in the mirror and take a good look at yourself What's it like? Everyone doesn't know how to take care of themselves, so it's fun to toss themselves into what they are now?"

She sighed helplessly, feeling really worried.

She had been worried about these two children before.

She didn't like Jiang Muyu at the beginning, but now that she has gone through so many things and changed her mind, she never expected that she would still be unable to live in peace.

"I'm fine..."

"shut up!"

As soon as First Young Master Huo spoke, Su Xiangyu interrupted him.

"Go to the next room for me to rest right away, and leave this to Mu Yu. Don't let the two of you stay in the same space, don't you think there are not enough things to do? Continue to infect each other with a cold and try!"

On the bed, Jiang Muyu buried her small face lower and lower, both hands tightly clutching the quilt.

There seemed to be a somewhat embarrassing atmosphere in the air of the room.

Huo Dashao didn't say a word this time, he stood up obediently, swayed and walked out of the room.

How is he now?

Jiang Muyu raised her eyes and took a peek at Huo's mother. Out of the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help looking in the direction of the man, and her palms were covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Don't worry about him, he won't die." Su Xiangyu brushed the hair by his ear, and glanced at the girl on the bed.

The little face that was a little round after eating cake or something, now has a sharp chin.

I looked around and around, and couldn't help frowning.

This child looks like this, and I don't know how long it will take to raise it back.

Not to mention that she felt distressed looking at it, maybe her stupid son would not feel good watching it.

"Are you sober?"

Su Xiangyu stared at her, and asked abruptly for a while.

Jiang Muyu was stunned, and turned her eyes to her, meeting her eyes, "...should be awake."

Think about your own condition during this period of time, dammit, why do you feel so crazy?

Even though she was sad, she now felt that she was quite sober.

Su Xiangyu looked at her, his eyes darkened, his eyes fixed on hers, and he frowned, "Do you remember what happened these few days?"

Jiang Muyu stared at her.

The nerves in his brain were spinning rapidly, and the memories of the past few days were all flashed by like a movie.

Suddenly, her face turned pale, and her eyes widened, "It seems...that someone has been here! Xia Xiaoxuan!"