The Strongest Rebirth: It's not easy to mess with a beautiful wife

Probing the back of his hand repeatedly, the hot temperature on Li Sichen's forehead showed how bad his condition was.

Jiang Li withdrew his slightly sweaty hand, grabbed the phone from the table, and dialed a number without looking at it.

"Lu Jiu, please call the family doctor for me, Li Sichen has a fever."

"Ah?" Lu Jiu on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned, and raised the phone in front of her in disbelief to confirm the caller ID, before answering again, "Okay, ma'am."

As he spoke, he nodded violently unconsciously, and then realized that no one could see him, so he stopped again.

Wasn't he fine just now, why did he suddenly get sick?

As Li Sichen's assistant, the speed of work is naturally extremely fast. After a while, the doctor rang the doorbell with the consultation box.

"Ma'am." He nodded to Jiang Li, looked up and saw her slightly frowning brows, followed her into the room clearly, and took out the stethoscope with ease.

The cold metal didn't have time to warm up in his hands, and it stuck to the hot skin.

Li Sichen couldn't tell whether the coolness brought him more discomfort or to evacuate the heat, so he subconsciously moved impatiently, trying to avoid the annoying object.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

She held down Li Sichen who was constantly moving around like a child at this moment, leaned over to his ear, and coaxed him softly.

In order not to make Li Sichen feel uncomfortable, the doctor speeded up the examination, took his temperature, stood up and took out an appropriate amount of medicine from the consultation box, and lowered his eyes to tell Jiang Li how to take care of the patient.

"Anti-fever medicine can help him sleep more peacefully, but before taking the medicine, he must drink some porridge to pad his stomach, otherwise taking the medicine directly is not good for the stomach. After taking the medicine, he can use physical cooling at the same time, so he will heal faster .”

"Physical cooling?"

Hearing her puzzled question, the doctor chuckled slightly, with cunning in his eyes, "Usually wipe the whole body with alcohol."

Jiang Li's complexion became subtle, and she smiled in embarrassment, and asked, "Does it have to be like this?"

"Of course not, it's okay to apply a wet towel to your forehead."

Taking her hesitation as shyness, he raised his eyebrows and let this young lady go.

Immediately relieved, Jiang Li politely thanked the doctor and sent him all the way to the door.

After closing the door and returning to the house, she first prepared the basin and towels, brought them straight into the room, and placed them on the bedside table. The pure white and soft towels were soaked in water, absorbing the transparent liquid.

The excess moisture was wrung out, the towel was folded squarely, the sweaty bangs were lifted, and covered on the forehead.

The coolness covered and relieved the temperature, Li Sichen couldn't help stretching his expression, and retracted into the quilt obediently.

"It's too late to eat too nutritious and I can't digest it. The white porridge is tasteless, and I probably can't eat it when I'm sick..."

Temporarily settling down the sick person, she pinched her chin and thought for a long time.

She repeatedly opened the refrigerator to check the ingredients, and finally settled on the staple food of lean meat porridge.

White bubbles are bubbling from the porridge boiled over medium heat, and the rice grains are turning somersaults inside, gradually becoming fat and soft. The chopped lean meat is seasoned with a little salt and soy sauce, and then put into the pot after frying .

The faint aroma of food mixed into the air, and lingered in every corner of the room.

Carefully filled a spoonful to test the taste, Jiang Li smacked his lips and put it into a porcelain bowl with satisfaction.

"Come, have some porridge."

Resting his back with his fingers, Li Sichen, who was in a daze, reluctantly half sat up, his weak body leaned against Jiang Li's arms, and his heavy head slid down on her shoulders.

Not fussing with him too much, Jiang Li adjusted her posture, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it near her mouth and blew a few times, and touched his lips.

The porridge was fed spoon by spoon, and entered along the esophagus, ironing the empty stomach.

When trying to feed the second bowl, Li Sichen turned his head and was unwilling to swallow it anymore.

The towel fell on the quilt, and she didn't care to deal with it. Before Li Sichen fell asleep, she quickly broke a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth, holding his jaw up, not giving him a chance to spit it out.

The drug dissipated in the body and worked slowly, and the towel was put back on the forehead.

Li Sichen half-opened his eyes, and felt a familiar atmosphere in a trance. Once upon a time, there was a person who gently fed himself porridge, stuffed it with medicine, and a towel with just the right humidity when he was sick.

Everything is owned by the gentle and strong figure in my mind.

"mom……"

He murmured in a low voice, hooking the fingertips of the man's fingers, trying to tighten them, for fear that she would disappear.

Maybe it was the warmth he hadn't felt for a long time, or maybe it was the grievance caused by illness, he buried his head in the quilt, trying to hide the teardrops in the corners of his eyes.

"Mom... don't leave me, okay?"

Listening to his thick nasal voice and looking at his softened face, Jiang Li looked at the hands that were clenched on one side, sighed deeply, and let him move without stopping.

As the saying goes, a child with a mother is a treasure, but this "child" has lost the care of his mother, pretending to be himself with erect thorns, and only showing weakness when he is sick.

Jiang Li stroked his hair with the other hand, with a faint heartache in his eyes.

A sour feeling filled her heart, she patted Li Sichen's chest lightly, and hummed an unknown tune in a low volume.

The dark sky gradually fades, the morning sun shines in the sky, and the sun reveals with a warm orange. The birds are sensitive to the change of time, calling and jumping on the branches happily.

The towel lost its coldness and became warm, the eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the black and white eyes blinked in confusion.

Li Sichen twisted his neck, and with only a slight tilt, he saw Jiang Li lying on the edge of the bed with a tired face.

He moved his fingers unconsciously, and there was a touch belonging to another person hidden in his palm, and there were empty bowls, leftover medicine and a basin of water beside the bed.

It was not difficult to guess what kind of care he received all evening.

The tip of the heart seemed to be wrapped in warm water, melting fine ice cubes.

He stretched out a hand to touch her cheek, and the deliberately light movements did not affect his admiration of her sleeping face.

After watching in silence for a long time, fingertips slid across the drooping hair, passed by the frowning eyebrows, and stayed on the tip of the nose.

The index finger and thumb were closed together, and they used a little force with bad intentions.

"Well... don't move."

Jiang Li clapped his restless hands away, folded his arms together and wanted to fall back into a sleepy embrace.

But the bad sleeping position abruptly brought her consciousness back somewhat.

Keeping the sitting position for a long time, the muscles were sore and dissatisfied.

She stretched her legs uncomfortably, still sitting on the ground, the hand that was being held didn't dare to move an inch.

Shaking his head amusedly, Li Sichen half propped himself up, leaned over, held his breath, and pressed his dry lips that were peeled due to fever to his red cheeks from sleep.

The fingers under the quilt found her hand and gently shook her hand.