Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The moment the heavy security door opened, a warm air mixed with the familiar scent of flowers and woods entered my nose, and the dim light in the room was still on.

Gin frowned slightly, put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the shoe cabinet, then walked into the house, stood beside and changed into a pair of slippers.

The living room was extremely quiet. A man in a blue police shirt was half-leaning on the sofa, his chin propped up and his eyes half-closed, looking drowsy. There was a cup of cold tea on the table.

Gin looked around vigilantly and stood beside the sofa, looking at the man leaning on the sofa with his eyes half closed.

Most of the light in front of Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes was blocked. After opening his eyes, he looked at Gin. There was no vigilance or fear in his eyes. He just stood up calmly, picked up the coat on the armrest of the sofa and put it on. "I'm glad you're here. I have to work overtime at the Metropolitan Police Department tonight. I'll leave this place to you."

Gin:......

Can you give him, the organization's top killer, some face?

He is the leader of the action team!

Gin casually picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took out a cigarette, lit it, and asked vaguely, "Where are the people?"

Calling him over in the middle of the night just to work overtime?

Without mentioning whether anyone would ask him to take over for Gin, let’s first talk about his Scottish identity!

An undercover policeman had to work overtime as a police officer at the Metropolitan Police Department, so he called Gin to help take care of the patient.

If this is said out loud, the boss will start to suspect that Gin has been possessed by another spirit!

"Inside, I slept a little unsteadily because I didn't take painkillers. I also have a slight fever." Zhu Fujingguang pointed to the kitchen. "There is snow pear soup steamed in a porcelain bowl on the kitchen stove. The medicine is at the head of his bed. If the pain is not severe, it is best not to take painkillers. I took antipyretics two hours ago. If the fever has not subsided after four hours, take another pill."

Zhu Fu Jingguang finished speaking quickly and walked to the shoe cabinet to change his shoes. "I'm leaving first. I'll come back after noon tomorrow."

"boom--"

With a slight sound, the undercover agent who was not killed closed the door and left, leaving Gin standing in the living room with a chill all over his body.

Gin frowned slightly and stared at the door in front of him, as if he was thinking about something strange.

It is his job to clean up the undercover agents, but in Tang Muching's case, it seems that this job is not taken very seriously, and the boss does not seem to mind keeping two undercover agents.

but……

No one has ever doubted Tang Muching's loyalty to the organization. After all, not every member would send an email to the boss in the middle of the night to urge the progress of drug research, and the boss does not send emails to researchers every day to urge them.

Gin sighed, took two steps towards the bedroom, then turned and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face. After changing into home clothes, he opened the bedroom door.

The light was still dim, and a young man was lying on the soft bed, wrapped in a quilt, frowning and closing his eyes. There was a little redness on his cheeks due to the high fever, but his lips were still pale.

Gin walked into the bedroom silently, picked up the medicine on the bedside and looked at it.

Fever-reducing, cough-suppressing, anti-inflammatory, and some antibiotics.

Gin stood by the window and looked down at the half face exposed from under the quilt. After a moment's silence, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Tang Muching's forehead.

The scorching temperature came from the palm of my hand. When the body temperature is too high, the ambient temperature seems very low. The whole person seems a little cold hiding in the quilt.

"Scotland called you over..." Tang Muqing opened his eyes because of the cold hand. He squinted his eyes to look at Gin's face and patted the quilt beside him, "You have dark circles under your eyes. Go to bed early."

Gin:......

Are you serious?

"Go to the hospital? The unexplained fever may be caused by wound infection." Gin sighed heavily, his tone extremely cold, "Or you need a Vermouth to come to your bedside to take care of you."

He felt that Vermouth should be very happy, as not only could she rest but she could also exchange sweet words and tease with Tang Muqing.

"Forget it. I've been cultivating myself lately and don't have the energy to chat with her. It's not only a waste of my brain but also my reserve of sweet words." Tang Muching snorted and laughed, his voice sounding a little hoarse. "It was just that I caught a little cold when I was discharged from the hospital. If I had been infected, I would have been in the hospital long ago. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't care about my life."

Tang Muqing lay still, opened his eyes and looked at Gin, "I won't give you room today, I just warmed up this quilt."

Gin:......

Is he some frail little master who needs someone to warm his bed?

Gin sighed, raised his hand and rubbed Tang Muqing's chin and lips with his fingertips, "Drink some water and go to sleep. If the fever doesn't go down tomorrow morning, go to the hospital."

Tang Muqing:...

The smile on Tang Muqing's face collapsed. "If I don't drink water, I have to go to the toilet, and I really don't want to leave this bed now."

When a person has a fever, he will feel cold no matter how warm the outside temperature is. What's more, he is injured, so it would be painful for him to move to the bathroom.

Gin had a blank expression on his face, "What? I'll carry you there?"

"That's not necessary." Tang Muqing turned over and hid the lower half of his face in the quilt. "It's okay to say some dirty talk at ordinary times, but don't tease me when you have no intention to do so."

Do you know what it means to have the will but not the ability?