Madam leg hurts please hug

A red sports car gallops down the road.

While staring at the time on the phone, An Xiaoyue stepped up the gas pedal.

She was eating when she received Zhu Yueyun's text message.

As soon as she saw the content of the text message, she couldn't sit still, and she didn't care what Wang Xinhui said angrily, she told her parents and drove back in a hurry.

Calculating that the Anjia Villa is not too far from the Fortune Mansion, today always feels particularly long.

Four and 10 minutes later, the red sports car finally drove into the garage.

She pressed the door code to open the door, and the light in the living room was on.

She looked around but didn't see Gong Yumo, so she changed her shoes and hurried upstairs.

The door to the bedroom was ajar, and there was no light on inside.

She gently opened the door, and the person on the bed seemed to hear a sound, but did not wake up.

An Xiaoyue didn't turn on the light for fear of waking him up, so she walked gently to his bedside, and reached out her hand to touch his forehead, which felt a little hot.

"Yu Mo?" An Xiaoyue stroked his hair gently, and called softly, "Yu Mo, you have a fever, we are going to the hospital."

Gong Yumo moved slightly, and opened his eyes slightly when he heard An Xiaoyue's voice calling him, "Are you back?"

His voice was a little hoarse, with sick dryness, which made An Xiaoyue's heart twitch suddenly.

She gently stroked his hot face and said, "Well, I'm back, but you have a fever, shall we go to the hospital?"

Gong Yumo stretched out his hand to hold her hand in his palm, and shook his head, "I've taken the medicine, it's fine, don't worry."

"How can I not be worried? Last time I caught a cold for no reason, and this time I had a fever for no reason, and I was not at home when you were sick, why didn't you tell me?"

An Xiaoyue's voice trembled as she spoke, if Zhu Yueyun hadn't just come to her house to look for her, if she hadn't sent her a message, she didn't know what time she would be back today.

When she thought of Gong Yumo being sick and taking medicine alone at home today, her heart ached to death.

"Don't cry, I'm really fine, I just have a cold." Gong Yumo felt uncomfortable when he heard her cry.

He didn't want to tell her when he was sick because he was afraid that she would worry. He didn't want to worry her like last time.

Gong Yumo sat up, turned on the light in the room, and the white light cast down, making his face even paler.

There was a half-drunk glass water glass on the bedside cabinet, An Xiaoyue reached out to check, it was lukewarm water.

"Don't worry, I drank hot water." Gong Yumo smiled with his eyes bent.

Knowing that he was stubborn and refused to go to the hospital, An Xiaoyue picked up the water glass and stood up, "I'll make you some ginger tea, you lie down and sleep for a while."

Just when he was about to leave, Gong Yumo grabbed his hand.

She turned around to look at Gong Yumo, he smiled and said, "Don't be too busy, go take a shower and sleep."

"No! I have to wait for your fever to subside!" An Xiaoyue tucked him in a thin quilt and kissed him on the forehead, "Get better soon, I haven't kissed you yet."

"Okay." Gong Yumo responded obediently on a rare occasion, then watched An Xiaoyue walk out, and sighed slightly.

Ten minutes later, An Xiaoyue served a cup of steaming ginger tea.

After drinking ginger tea, Gong Yumo fell asleep, An Xiaoyue adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and then physically cooled him down.

After a while, a layer of sweat broke out on Gong Yumo's body.

An Xiaoyue wiped him with a towel, and helped him change into clean clothes.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning, when An Xiaoyue changed him into the fourth set of clothes, that his fever finally subsided.

An Xiaoyue sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the sleeping person on the bed, then stretched, rubbed her sore shoulders, and then went to take a bath.

It wasn't until almost four o'clock that she got under the quilt, put her arms around Gong Yumo's waist, smoothed his hair, and fell asleep.

This sleep was very light, and An Xiaoyue woke up just after dawn.

He looked at Gong Yumo's handsome sleeping face, and touched his forehead, but luckily the burn was gone.

She rolled over lightly and got out of bed. After washing, she went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When I went downstairs, Sister Zhang just arrived.

An Xiaoyue signaled that she was busy with other things. Today she came to prepare breakfast.

After a lot of work, he put the breakfast on the dining table, and saw Gong Yumo going downstairs with a water glass in his hand.

An Xiaoyue hurried over to take the water glass in his hand, and said with a smile, "Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you have a headache?"

Gong Yumo smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's already healed."

An Xiaoyue pulled him to sit down at the dining table, "It's time for breakfast."

Gong Yumo looked at the two glasses of fruit juice on the table and asked, "Don't you drink milk today?"

"I need vitamin supplements when I'm sick, so I'll drink juice today." An Xiaoyue handed the juice to his mouth and coaxed, "It's delicious, try it."

Gong Yumo took a sip, it was sweet, and then took another big sip, "It's delicious."

Although Gong Yumo likes milk more than juice, as long as it is made by An Xiaoyue for him, he likes it.

After breakfast, An Xiaoyue pulled Gong Yumo to the sofa and watched him take his medicine.

Today she enforced that Gong Yumo was not allowed to go to work and had to rest at home.

And her task today is to accompany Gong Yumo and pay attention to his diet and medication time.

Seeing her serious appearance, Gong Yumo smiled and said seriously, "From now on, I will try my best to get sick less and make you less worried."

"That's what you said." An Xiaoyue walked up to him and bent down, holding his face in both hands and jokingly said, "Don't get sick in the future, it's hard for me to take care of you."

Gong Yumo's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and said, "Sorry, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that he was blaming himself, An Xiaoyue reached out and squeezed his waist, and said, "But I am willing to take care of my husband, I am willing."

Only then did Gong Yumo raise his head and smiled with crooked eyebrows, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

The door of the study room was closed, and the windows were not even opened.

Gong Yumo stood by the window and called Professor Pi again.

"Ah Mo, what's the matter?" Professor Pi on the other end of the phone was still yawning, as if he had just woken up.

Not knowing how to speak, Gong Yumo straightened his words and asked, "Professor Pi, I have a little cold recently, does it have something to do with my leg disease?"

"A little cold?" Professor Pi yawned and said nonchalantly, "I must have caught a cold."

"Recently, I have caught a few frequent colds, and" Gong Yumo hesitated, and said frankly, "the right knee hurts a bit, and I am taking painkillers."

"What? Painkiller?" Hearing these three words, Professor Pi woke up more than half of his pajamas in an instant, and asked hastily, "I remember that your resistance has always been very good. Do you have frequent colds recently? What's wrong with your legs? No numbness, or loss of consciousness?"

"I've had a fever twice recently." Gong Yumo said with a serious face, "Other phenomena... haven't appeared yet."

Professor Pi sighed heavily at the other end, and then said to him seriously, "Ah Mo, you'd better put down your work immediately and come to the United States to find me immediately! I have to judge your situation with my own eyes before I can rest assured."