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An awkward atmosphere flowed in the air.

Meng Wantang didn't know whether she should continue to wipe him.

At this moment, Lu Qingye said: "I will do it myself."

He actually struggled to do it and wanted to come over and get a towel by himself.

"You come by yourself?"

Meng Wantang almost laughed angrily.

"Why are you here? Do you hate yourself for not dying fast enough?"

Meng Wantang walked over and held his shoulders, pushed him down and scolded him: "Look at your face? It's paler than paper. You still want to do it yourself?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Lu Qingye's eyes.

His frown caused Meng Wantang to misunderstand.

Meng Wantang sneered: "You don't have to worry about me taking advantage of you. Don't worry, I won't touch any place I shouldn't touch, and I will never look at it."

Really pissed off!

Still dislike her?

Meng Wantang threw the towel into the basin, washed it a few times, wrung it out and took it out to continue wiping his body.

She didn't forget to cover his waist with a quilt.

"You'd better pray that you don't have a fever or sweat, otherwise I will definitely wipe you a second time."

Meng Wantang became angrier as she talked.

He didn't even look at Lu Qingye properly.

Lu Qingye opened his mouth to explain, but Meng Wantang turned around, picked up the basin and went out.

Meng Wantang washed the towel again outside, replaced it with a basin of clean water, added some hot water to it, and walked over expressionlessly.

"Raise your hand."

Lu Qingye looked at her cold little face and raised his arms in cooperation.

Meng Wantang wiped his arm. After wiping one arm, he said very coldly: "Take out the thermometer and let me take a look."

Lu Qingye stretched out his hand to take out the thermometer for himself to see, but a snow-white hand snatched it away.

"38.2 degrees, I have a fever."

Meng Wantang frowned.

She shook the thermometer and put it in the drawer. Take the towel out of the basin, wring out the water and continue wiping him.

"The current temperature is less than 38.5 degrees, so there is no need to take medicine for the time being. If you have a headache or feel uncomfortable, I will get you a piece of paracetamol."

Paracetamol is a miracle drug.

After 50 to [-] years, it is still used, it is cheap and effective. There are no other problems except that it is bitter and people with thin throats have to break the medicine into four pieces and take it at one time.

Otherwise, the pill will get stuck in the throat, unable to go down or come up, and the bitter taste will quickly spread in the mouth.

The taste is quite sour and refreshing.

"Not yet."

Lu Qingye has been injured and sick a lot in recent years, most of which he managed without taking medicine.

"Then finish wiping this one first. I'll go back to cook later and bring you some porridge. You haven't eaten all day, and your body's resistance is not up."

Meng Wantang asked him to turn over.

Lu Qingye turned sideways with difficulty, and cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose. Meng Wantang looked at him coldly without making a sound, and found that this man was really tolerant.

The back muscles are smooth and full of wild and explosive power.

Meng Wantang had no time to appreciate it, so she pressed her hand twice on his waist and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

"Fortunately."

Your voice is breathy when you speak, are you okay?

Hard-mouthed.

If you have the ability, you will always be tough-talking.

Meng Wantang finished wiping his body, poured out the water in the basin, and brought back a basin of cold water.

Fold a towel soaked in cold water and place it on his forehead.

"I'm going home to cook now. Can you stay here alone?" Meng Wantang was a little worried.

But if I don’t go back, there will be no one to cook and no one to take care of the children.

The three children are still hungry at home.

"I'm fine. You go back and see the child first." Lu Qingye couldn't wear the clothes he wore before. Now he was only covered with a sheet, which made people feel very insecure. He hesitated and said, "You Bring me another set of clothes, it's in my luggage."

"understood."

It's still raining outside, but it's a lot lighter now.

Meng Wantang ran home in the rain.

Such a big thing happened to Lu Qingye, and no one from the Lu family has come yet. Everyone from Lu Qinghai is here, which means that the Lu family should also know about this.

Meng Wantang trotted all the way.

When I got home, several children were sitting on the kang, lying on the window sill and looking outside.

"came back!"

Gou Sheng shouted excitedly.

Meng Wantang entered the room. Without even taking a breath, Goudan stepped forward and asked eagerly: "How is my dad?"

"Your dad is fine. He just needs to rest at home these days. I'll come back and get him some clothes. You three just stay at home and be good."

"Sister-in-law, is my second brother okay?"

"Well, it's alright."

Lu Qinghe didn't even go home to change his clothes. The clothes on his body were still half-dry. "Then I'll go back first."

"You have dinner at home before leaving."

They helped look after the child for such a long time that they didn't even have time to go home and change clothes. Meng Wantang planned to keep the child at home to eat.

"I'll just go home and eat."

With that said, Lu Qinghe rushed out of the house.

Meng Wantang thought about thanking Lu Qinghe another day, and started cooking porridge without even having time to change her clothes.

Just eating porridge will make children hungry in the middle of the night.

Meng Wantang took out the few eggs she had, washed them and boiled them in a pot.

When the eggs are cooked, take them out in advance and put them in a basin of cold water to cool down.

When it's not boiled, share it among the three children, each of them eating one.

She also used a small pot in the house to boil a lot of ginger soup, put some brown sugar in it, and let the three children drink more.

Finally, make a few egg pancakes, scoop them out and serve them on the table.

"Lu Yunhe, you take care of your brother's meals. After I leave, you lock the door and don't open the door for anyone to come. I will stay with your dad in the hospital tonight and come back to cook tomorrow morning."

Goudan nodded: "Okay."

Meng Wantang filled two boiled eggs, a rice bowl full of porridge, and then put ginger soup into a pot. Lu Qingye opened the package, took out a set of clothes from it, put it in a cloth bag and carried it away.

"I'm leaving. You two take care of your brother at home and go to bed at that time."

"understood!"

The twins echoed in unison across the room.

Meng Wantang put on her raincoat and rain boots, carried clothes and food, and walked back into the rain with Jiang Tang in her arms.

……

"Have a meal."

Meng Wantang arrived at the health center, put the rice jar on the table, opened it and handed it to Lu Qingye: "Drink some porridge first, then ginger soup. Don't drink ginger soup on an empty stomach."

Lu Qingye had an injury on one of his arms. It was almost fine at first, but it became serious again when he jumped into the flood to save someone.

He originally planned to put on his clothes before eating, but Meng Wantang directly thrust the rice bowl into his hand.

Lu Qingye couldn't refuse.

He planned to put the rice bowl on the table first, but who knew that when he moved, a gust of wind blew in from outside the window.

The list was blown up lightly.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the sheet back, but found that he had no hands and watched as the sheet fell to the side.

"Right, you..."

Meng Wantang peeled the eggs and was about to hand them to Lu Qingye, but before she could finish her words, she suddenly stopped.