The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Lan Xinhui's fever was so severe that before she got back to the hospital, she became dizzy with fever. After being sent to the hospital, her high fever persisted.

Wang Zichen fell into a deep sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw An Ji sitting beside the bed.

"Why are you here?" He asked anxiously, "Did you find something?"

An Ji nodded, and said softly, "I found it." He took out the bracelet from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zichen.

Wang Zichen immediately reached out and snatched it, eagerly confirming it carefully, and he was relieved when he saw that it was indeed his bracelet.

After carefully putting the bracelet on, he had time to look at An Ji. Seeing that his face was not very good, he said, "Why is his face so ugly? Are you tired? Go back and rest if you are tired? I don't need you to watch over me for a while." .”

An Ji didn't go back immediately as he said, he turned his head and glanced at Lan Xinhui who was on the bed next to him, then turned to look at Wang Zichen, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually, she helped find the bracelet."

"Her?" Wang Zichen turned his head and glanced at Lan Xinhui who was quietly lying on another hospital bed, a little disbelieving: "Isn't she lying here all the time? How can I help?"

"She went to the river this morning and brought a group of people there. She also took a boat to the river to identify the place where the bracelet fell..." An Ji explained truthfully.

"Oh, that's it?" Wang Zichen glanced at Lan Xinhui on the hospital bed over there again, and said thoughtfully, "It's rare that she is so caring. She was seriously ill last night..."

His eyes suddenly shot to An Ji: "How is she now?"

"The fever has never subsided..." Before An Ji finished speaking, Wang Zichen had already thrown off the quilt and jumped out of the bed, rushing to Lan Xinhui's hospital bed.

Seeing that Lan Xinhui's face was flushed sickly on the hospital bed, he stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, and immediately felt the scorching heat: "Why is it so hot!"

"Why is it still burning so badly?" He glanced sharply at An Ji: "Didn't you call a doctor?"

"The doctor has seen her and given her an injection, but she has not sweated and her fever has not subsided." An Ji explained.

"Should we let her continue like this until the fever subsides?" Wang Zichen's voice was a little hoarse: "Go and call the doctor!"

An Ji went to ring the bell to call the doctor and said that he had already received an injection and should observe for a period of time.

After the doctor left, Wang Zichen also sent An Ji away.

He sat alone in front of Lan Xinhui's hospital bed, looking at her who was burned unconscious, his heart seemed to be burning with fire.The fire hurt his heart, liver and lungs, but he couldn't blame her: she helped him find the bracelet with good intentions, so how could he blame her?

Even last night, he couldn't blame her for meddling in her own business. On the contrary, he admired her bravery in saving others...

Yes, he won't blame her, but why is he so anxious now?

Can't figure it out.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore, he went into the bathroom upset and washed his face with cold water.

While drying his face, he suddenly remembered that when he was sick when he was a child, his family often put a wet towel on his forehead to reduce his fever.

So, he washed the towel, wet it again, took it and applied it on Lan Xinhui's forehead.

Two towels were applied alternately on Lan Xinhui's forehead, and Wang Zichen also wiped her limbs with a wet towel from time to time.

Soon, Lan Xinhui who had been lying motionless moved, she groaned softly and sighed.

"How do you feel now?" Wang Zichen asked her, "Is it better?"

Lan Xinhui didn't answer, she slightly opened her eyelids, half-closed her eyes, and looked at him without focus. Then, a smile appeared on her face that was flushed red.

The nurse came over and took her temperature and said that the fever had subsided a little.

For the next time, she was in a half-asleep, half-awake state.

Her eyes seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed not to be looking at him.However, that smile was always blooming on her red face...