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You... Mo Xue really couldn't control a patient. Although she hated him and hated him, he was still a patient after all. Thinking of this, all hatred and disgust softened. He rubbed his temples helplessly: Then take some medicine. If the fever continues later, no matter what you say, you must go to the hospital.

He smiled.

Moxue started to look for medicine. Although she just came back from the United States, she should not have anything at home, but her brother was very considerate and prepared everything for her, including necessary medicines for fever, cold, stomachache, etc. .

Looking at the instructions, she took out a variety of pills and took the hot water. Just when she was about to hand them to him, she suddenly remembered: By the way, have you eaten at night? These pills cannot be taken on an empty stomach.

Jiu Lanlu was half-lying on the sofa tiredly, with a hand on her forehead. Her silver eyes were not as sharp as usual, but instead had a hint of pity and heartache.

He didn't speak.

Mo Xue wanted to remember what he said when she asked more questions, so she waited here all afternoon. Since you have been waiting all afternoon, you must have eaten nothing: You haven't eaten anything, right?

You want to do it for me? he said with a smile.

Mo Xue's face was serious: I don't have anything good at home, so I can only make do with some food for you. As if she refused to admit defeat, she walked towards the kitchen after finishing her words.

What should people eat when they have a fever? I thought about it for a while in the kitchen.

It can't be greasy or spicy, it can only be light.

I found some matsutake and winter mushrooms, washed them, took out the white rice, and cooked some white porridge. In order to give the porridge a little flavor and make it less difficult to eat, I found the mushrooms.

While the porridge was being cooked, Mo Xue sat in the kitchen and did not go out to see him. It was not until half an hour later that the porridge was ready, and then she walked out with a large pot of porridge.

Jiu Lanlong was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed as if she was asleep, huh? Asleep or dead? Putting down the porridge, Mo Xue walked over: Jiu Lanlong?

He didn't respond...

Mo Xue stretched out her fingers and carefully probed his nose. The breath he exhaled was so hot, like steam. Just when Mo Xue was about to take back her hand.

Silver eyes suddenly opened and he grabbed her hand: Do you think I'm dead? He said lazily.

Mo Xue smiled awkwardly and took her hand out of his palm: No, I just want to ask you to get up and eat. By the way, how do you feel now?

Feeling normal. He replied calmly, forcing his body to move from a semi-recumbent state to ready.

Moxue calmly put the matsutake porridge in the pot into a small bowl, and said in a nonchalant voice: Here is white porridge. I know your picky tongue won't be able to eat this kind of thing. You just Think of it as a delicious medicine to fill your appetite.

Jiu Lanlu said nothing, looking at the steaming porridge on the table: Moxue, do you think I, a patient, have the strength to carry the bowl?

You have no strength, do you still want me to feed you? she asked in surprise.

After seeing Jiu Lanlu's firm eyes, she wished she could slap herself. Why did she ask such a rhetorical question? Isn't this looking for trouble for herself?

The two of them were silent, silent.

Jiu Lanlong didn't say anything, and Mo Xue didn't move either. He looked at the porridge that was radiating heat, and it was almost cold even if he put it down like this. Take another look at Jiu Lanlong's weak look!

Only this time! The only and last time! Moxue said with a firm attitude.

Hazy smiled.

She picked up the bowl with a straight face and sat on the side of the sofa, thinking all the time that he was a patient, and taking care of a patient was not a sinful thing. So it was only because he was sick that he was taken care of. There's no way I could let him die in my house.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it to Jiu Lanlu's lips.

Silver eyes glanced at it: It's so hot... ugh...

You! Mo Xue choked in her chest, ahhhh! This hateful guy! If it weren't for you being sick, I would really like to throw salt at you.

She took the spoon back and blew it gently. She really wanted to secretly spit in it, but she resisted the urge and handed it to him again.

Then he opened his lips and swallowed the porridge.

One bite after another, one bowl after another, after three bowls, Moxue thought that his picky tongue would take a few bites and stop eating.

But I didn't expect that he was so proud that he drank the whole pot of porridge!

He looked at the empty pot in surprise, then glanced at Jiu Lanlong in confusion: Did you just run out of prison and have been hungry for several days without eating?

The taste is a bit bad. Jiu Lanlong licked his lips and said nonchalantly.

Mo Xue had a knot on her forehead. This hateful person said, It tastes bad and you still eat so much! Humph! He cleared the table angrily, and then handed the medicine and water to Jiu Lanlu: Take the medicine quickly!

After sitting on the sofa and watching Jiu Lanlong take the medicine, Mo Xue breathed a sigh of relief and held her chin. It was almost 10 o'clock now. It was already late, and it was impossible for him to drive back by himself.

After thinking for a while, Mo Xue said in a calm tone: Jiu Lanlong, please call your subordinates to pick you up.

Silver eyes darkened: What a pity, I didn't take my phone with me when I went out.

Then I'll lend you my phone and you can call.

I forgot the number. He said this immediately.

You lied! Do you believe I threw you out like this? She stood up, frowning and glaring at him. There is absolutely no way she would leave Jiu Lanlong to live here. Even if he was a patient, even if he was An Yuchen's friend, she couldn't pass the test in her heart.

He smiled: Okay, if you can lift me up.

Speaking like a ruffian, Mo Xue clenched her fists. Do you still need to lift them? She could just kick him out! Although she thought so in her heart, Mo Xue did not implement it like this: I will take your temperature again. If the fever goes away, I will go to your house and ask your subordinates to pick you up.

With that said, Moxue took out the thermometer and took his temperature in the same steps as before. This time, Moxue learned the lesson well, put it in, and pulled her hand out after brushing it, without giving Jiulan any more opportunities.

wait……

Is there a mistake? 41 degrees 9? Mo Xue was completely stunned. The thermometer was almost reading. She had obviously eaten something and taken medicine, but why hadn't the fever gone down? Or is the medicine slow to take effect? But that won’t keep the temperature rising, right? !

Mo Xue scratched her hair anxiously and looked at Jiu Lanlu: No, you have to go to the hospital!

As she said this, Moxue was about to call an ambulance.

She grabbed her hair with one hand irritably.

At this time, his silver eyes fell on her neck covered by black hair, and the collarbone vaguely exposed under her neck: Moxue...come here!