Madam leg hurts please hug

After finishing all this, An Xiaoyue was still busy in the kitchen.

Gong Yumo went downstairs and sat on the sofa, looking at An Xiaoyue's busy back, he frowned slightly.

It may be that the effect of the medicine came up, and the whole person began to feel a little tired, and he couldn't get much energy.

He reluctantly flipped through the magazine a few times to force himself to cheer up, but after a while he still started to feel drowsy.

When An Xiaoyue made a bowl of noodles and came out, Gong Yumo had already fallen asleep on the sofa.The good-looking brows are slightly frowned, his face is a little pale, and his face looks very tired.

An Xiaoyue didn't know what he was busy with in the United States these days, what important work he was so busy with, why he felt sick when he came back.

She squatted down beside the sofa, rubbed her fingers gently on his face, lowered her head and kissed his forehead, and called him softly, "Yumo. Yumo"

Gong Yumo opened his eyes slightly, the mist in his eyes dissipated, and he slowly curled the corners of his mouth, "Sorry, I fell asleep."

An Xiaoyue touched his cheek distressedly, "You look bad, have you not had a good rest these days?"

"Maybe it's because of the jet lag." Gong Yumo sat up from the sofa, and gently rubbed An Xiaoyue's hair, "I can smell the fragrance."

"I cooked you a bowl of noodles." An Xiaoyue pulled him up from the sofa and walked to the dining table, "Eat quickly and go to bed."

A bowl of delicate noodle soup with a poached egg and a few slices of green vegetables on top, which is very nutritious.

Gong Yumo sat down, picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles one bite after another.

An Xiaoyue sat across from him, propped her chin and looked at him happily.

He looked up at An Xiaoyue and smiled.

God knows how much he wants time to stop at this moment.

It wasn't until the bottom of the bowl of noodles that An Xiaoyue urged him to go upstairs to rest.

Gong Yumo obediently went upstairs and got into the bed, An Xiaoyue went back to the bathroom and took a shower again, washed off the smell of oily smoke from her body just now, changed into pajamas, and then got into the bed too.

She adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, then turned off the lights, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp.

She arched into Gong Yumo's arms, and pressed her cheek against Gong Yumo's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

Gong Yumo hugged her a little tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, and patted her shoulders lightly with his palms.

In the past two days when Gong Yumo was not at home, An Xiaoyue was not used to it, and she didn't sleep well.

In addition, she was a little tired after running around in the hospital for a whole day, and at night she endured sleepiness until Gong Yumo came back. Now that she was hugged and patted gently by Gong Yumo, she felt sleepy after a while.

When she was in a daze, she forced herself to shout, "Yu Mo."

"Huh?" Although there was only one syllable, Gong Yumo's voice was always so pleasant.

"I love you." An Xiaoyue muttered vaguely, and then slowly fell asleep.

Although the words were vague, they were still extremely clear to Gong Yumo's ears.

He kissed An Xiaoyue's forehead lightly, and said softly, "I love you too."

In the darkness, one slept peacefully, while the other was sober.

The next morning, An Xiaoyue was woken up by the scalding heat from Gong Yumo's body. After feeling his heat, An Xiaoyue woke up immediately.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

She immediately went downstairs to look through the antipyretics and thermometer in the medicine box, fed the medicine to Gong Yumo, and then physically cooled him down. All the actions were done in one go, and naturally even An Xiaoyue herself was shocked.

She remembered that when Gong Yumo had a fever for the first time, she would be at a loss and didn't know what to do, but after so many times, her body had better memory and inertia, and she would immediately think of what to do.

She will no longer be at a loss, just worried about whether he will feel uncomfortable.

But this time the high fever came fiercely. Although all the measures to reduce the fever were taken, it still seemed to have no effect.

At this moment, Gong Yumo was lying on the bed with a cooling sticker on his forehead.

An Xiaoyue took his temperature with a thermometer, "39 degrees five, Yu Mo, you have a high fever, let's go to the hospital."

Gong Yumo stretched out his hand to hold An Xiaoyue's hand, and rubbed it lightly in his hand, his voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, the fever will subside after a while."

An Xiaoyue felt that she was extremely calm from the beginning to the end, but now she couldn't control it, and suddenly burst into tears, "Yu Mo, let's go to the hospital, you have a high fever and you must go to the hospital, if you continue like this, you will have a fever." bad."

When An Xiaoyue cried, Gong Yumo felt extremely uncomfortable. He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears off An Xiaoyue's face, "Don't cry, I'll just go."

An Xiaoyue immediately called the driver and drove over, and then she helped Gong Yumo find clothes to put on.

In the car going to the hospital, Gong Yumo's spirit was very poor, and he was leaning on An Xiaoyue's shoulder all the time, drowsy.

While An Xiaoyue urged the driver to hurry up, did she even raise her hand to touch Gong Yumo's forehead to see if the burn was worse.

Before getting in the car, Gong Yumo gave An Xiaoyue a phone number, saying that it was a doctor he knew.An Xiaoyue called the phone number and explained Gong Yumo's current situation.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, the doctor surnamed Zhang was already waiting at the entrance in a white coat.

Doctor Zhang arranged an examination for Gong Yumo, and then transferred to the single suite for drips. Gong Yumo had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

An Xiaoyue stood aside nervously watching what Dr. Zhang wrote on the cardboard in his hand, and asked, "Doctor Zhang, how is my husband doing now?"

Dr. Zhang turned around and said with a gentle smile, "It's not a big problem. It's a fever caused by a virus. Just take an IV and take some medicine."

When An Xiaoyue heard that it was viral, she became even more worried, and hurriedly asked, "What is a viral fever?"

Dr. Zhang patiently explained, "To put it simply, it is a fever caused by some kind of viral substance in the air or accidentally eating some kind of broken food. It's not a big problem, basically everyone will have it. In this situation, especially in summer, harmful substances and bacteria in the air are more likely to breed."

"It's like this." An Xiaoyue thought about it seriously. Could it be that the noodles she cooked for him yesterday had expired?

Probably not.

She asked again, "But my husband has a high probability of having a fever recently, is it also related to this?"

"He usually works hard, so he should pay more attention to health maintenance and not be too tired." Dr. Zhang glanced at Gong Yumo who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and said to An Xiaoyue, "He will wake up later, you go out first and give him a hand. He bought something to eat, preferably light."

"Okay, I'll go right away. Please take care of Dr. Zhang here." An Xiaoyue helped Gong Yumo tuck the corner of the quilt, and then hurried out.