Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

Steward Ling smiled and said, "The young master was only scratched by the bullet on his arm, nothing else, young lady don't need to worry too much."

"I'll go in and see him."

Jiang Zitong firmly believed in Butler Ling's words, since he said nothing, then there must be no big problem.

"Young Mistress, Doctor Du said that the young master may have a low-grade fever in the second half of the night due to the injury. If the fever is serious, please let me know in time."

"Thank you, Uncle Ling, for reminding me. I will remember. I will take care of him in the second half of the night. Does Dr. Du have any other orders?"

Compared to Jiang Zitong's nervousness, Steward Ling seemed calmer: "It's nothing else, just take care of the wound after recuperating and don't get infected."

"Then... will the wound leave a scar?"

In fact, this is what Jiang Zitong wants to know more.

Although it is an honor for a man to have scars on his body, and it will be more masculine, but she doesn't want him to have any scars at all.

"I think the young master won't mind if he leaves a scar..."

Uncle Ling couldn't laugh or cry, the young master is not a little girl, how could he care about whether he left scars, but the young mistress needs to pay more attention to this issue.

Jiang Zitong smiled embarrassedly.Like I asked a stupid question and then flashed into the master bedroom.

On the bed, Shan Yuting lay flat and fell asleep, the white gauze wrapping the wound looming.

Not to mention, Jiang Zitong really felt sorry for Shan Yuting, even his usually good-looking facial features were slightly distorted due to the pain.

Jiang Zitong sighed softly, went to the bed and squatted down, stretched out his hand to gently smooth Shan Yuting's brows: "Duck, it won't hurt if I touch it for you."

Shan Yuting fell asleep, and Jiang Zitong didn't know if he could hear him, but he still rubbed for him.

After Aunt Ling prepared the dinner together, she left with Uncle Ling. In order to be able to take care of Shan Yuting nearby, Jiang Zitong took her script and pen into the master bedroom, and went to check on the man from time to time.

Sure enough, as Dr. Du expected, Shan Yuting began to have a fever when it was approaching midnight.

Jiang Zitong was not in a hurry to give Shan Yuting antipyretics, because the thermometer showed only four to five centigrade fever.

Taking more medicine is also not good, so Jiang Zitong used physical cooling.

Generally speaking, physical cooling will be wiped with alcohol cotton and warm water, which is nothing more than helping to dissipate heat and cool down.

Jiang Zitong used alcohol cotton, which would dissipate heat relatively quickly. After about 10 minutes, Shan Yuting's body temperature slowly returned to normal.

Afraid that his mouth would dry out, Jiang Zitong would even use a cotton swab to moisten his lips to replenish moisture.

Back and forth, tossing like this all the time, although Shan Yuting's body temperature showed signs of rising several times in the middle, but they were all safe and sound, and finally did not have a high fever.

When it was dawn, Jiang Zitong was so sleepy that he couldn't hold on anymore, he lay sideways beside Shan Yuting and fell into a deep sleep.

As for Shan Yuting, who sweated a lot and slept well, his spirits recovered pretty well.

When he saw Jiang Zitong by his side and the things on her bedside table, he realized that the little woman must have taken care of him all night.

Worried that Jiang Zitong would catch a cold, Shan Yuting wanted to sit up and cover her with a quilt.Since my arm was injured, it was inevitable that the wound would be involved when I got up: "Hiss!"

Jiang Zitong, who was supposed to be asleep, jumped up like a frightened bird. Although he was confused, he asked reflexively, "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's wrong?"

Shan Yuting chuckled: "Looks like you've been tormented badly last night, it's become a stress conditioned reflex."

Hearing the man's voice, Jiang Zitong finally came back to her senses, her eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand to touch Shan Yuting's forehead: "Great, the temperature is normal, there should be no more problems."

"Thanks to my wife, Mrs. Shan."

Shan Yuting took Jiang Zitong's hand, put it on his mouth and kissed it: "You're exhausted."

"That's not right!" Jiang Zitong got into the quilt and found a comfortable position to lie down, "I didn't see my two panda eyes, how dark are they! I need to catch up on sleep, don't disturb me !"

"Okay, let's sleep together then."

Shan Yuting also lay down again, and hugged Jiang Zitong with his uninjured arm: "Sleep more."

Naturally, the man failed to get the woman's answer, because she fell asleep very quickly again, and he also put his head against the person in his arms, and continued to catch up on sleep together.

When the two got up again, it was almost noon, and Butler Ling knocked on the door of the master bedroom: "Young master and young mistress are both up? Aunt Ling has already prepared lunch, and you can have some medicinal food to replenish your body."

"Uncle Ling, we got up and will be here in a while. Also, send someone to invite Dr. Du."