Quickly travel through the little ancestors: the pampering of the villain boss

Chapter 23 The rich brother spoils me too much (23)
I don't know if it's the effect of the medicine, but Shen Ci feels a little sleepy.

When Nan Zhi looked over, he had already fallen asleep.

"..." Did you fall asleep in seconds?

Nan Zhi tucked up the quilt for him, and walked out of the room.

Three hours later, Nan Zhi came in once.

She sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch the boy's forehead.

Why is it getting hotter?
Nan Zhi rummaged through the boxes for a long time before finding the medicine box. She took the thermometer back to Shen Ci's room.

Pushed him: "Shen Ci."

"elder brother?"

Shen Ci replied in a daze.

"Raise your hand."

Shen Ci raised his hand obediently.

Nan Zhi took his temperature, and it was 39.5 degrees.

It would be a fool to burn it any longer.

Seeing that he was very sleepy, Nan Zhi didn't bother him any more. After covering the quilt, she went downstairs and asked Uncle Zhou to invite a private doctor.

The Shen family's personal doctor came very quickly.

Shen Ci was woken up: "???"

When I looked up, I saw a doctor in a white coat and a mask coming in.

Shen Ci glanced at Nan Zhi resentfully: "...When did you call the doctor?"

Nan Zhi: "When you fell asleep."

"Fever-reducing medicines take effect too slowly, and one injection will definitely work."

Shen Ci's face was stiff, "It's okay if you don't fight."

Shen Ci is afraid of injections?
"You're not afraid of injections, are you?"

"How is it possible, don't talk nonsense."

The doctor at the side smiled. The young master is indeed afraid of injections, and he would never get an injection if he could recover from the medicine.

Shen Ci stared at the doctor as he inserted the needle into the small medicine bottle, made various combinations, and finally squeezed out the air in the syringe, spraying out a thin jet of water.

The doctor prepared the needle, "Master, stretch your arm."

Nan Zhi obviously felt that Shen Ci's body froze beside her.

Ah, big men are also afraid of injections.

Where has your manhood gone.

The moment the needle came in, he suddenly hid in Nan Zhi's arms, his broad palms burning on her back, hugging her so tightly, as if trying to melt her into her body.

Nan Zhi couldn't breathe: "Shen Ci..."

His choked voice fell beside her ears: "I'll just hold you for a while."

Nan Zhi raised her hand to struggle in mid-air, she took a small breath, voluntarily being a fish lacking oxygen.

Forget it, let him hug for a while.

Her arms dropped again, and she resumed the hugging position just now.

Nan Zhi raised her hand to cover his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't look, it will be fine in a while."

There was a slight tingling pain in his arm, and Shen Ci tightly closed his eyes.

The long eyelashes ran across Nan Zhi's palm.

Nan Zhi's palms were itchy.

It seems like a century has passed.

Shen Ci heard the doctor say, "Okay."

Nan Zhi lowered her head, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Ci raised his head slightly, his eyes were misty, and shook his head.

The doctor packed up his things, "Just sleep well and take your medicine on time."

Nan Zhi nodded, "Okay, thank you doctor."

After the doctor left, Nan Zhi wanted to laugh when she saw Shen Ci's helpless and pitiful appearance.

But he was afraid that he would be even more depressed if he laughed out loud, so he could only endure it with all his strength.

"Laugh if you want to." Shen Ci glanced at her.

Nan Zhi: You can't laugh, you can't laugh unless you really can't hold back hahahahahahaha.

She couldn't hold back any of it, but she was still happy after all, her eyes were crooked when she smiled, and her dimples were also very conspicuous, with a demeanor that was both annoying and lovable.

Facing her like this, Shen Ci lost all anger.

What can he do, in fact, he knows in his heart that it won't hurt too much, but he just panics and wants to hide.
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At night, Shen Ci woke up after taking the injection and fell asleep, and finally the fever subsided.

Nan Zhi cooked a bowl of porridge with bitter gourd and lean meat and brought it to his room.

Shen Ci frowned: "I don't like eating bitter melon."

Nan Zhi kept on handing the bowl: "Don't be picky."

Shen Ci: "I don't have much appetite, I can't eat."

Nan Zhi took a mouthful of porridge and brought the spoon to his lips.

Shen Ci: "..."

She fed it, how could he not eat it.

It's a piece of shit that has to be eaten.

Shen Ci took a sip, hey, not bad.

Take a second sip, and then a third.

In the end, the whole bowl of porridge went into his stomach.

Nan Zhi: "This is not finished."

How could it be possible to not be able to eat after not eating for such a long time? It was all a psychological effect.

Shen Ci: "..."

　Ask for tickets, tickets, tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)