Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

Late at night, a rapid ringing sound suddenly rang out on the quiet street. "Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling..." This sudden ringing sound was like a flash of lightning, breaking the silence of the night and waking Zheng Haoqian from his deep sleep.

"Damn it..." Zheng Haoqian cursed in a low voice and answered the phone with an unhappy look on his face. Xin Mujing's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, and his face instantly became serious.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Zheng Haoqian asked as he quickly stood up and started changing his clothes.

"Ji Yan...she has a fever, a very high fever!" Xin Mujing's voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously very scared.

Zheng Haoqian's heart sank suddenly, he grabbed the car keys and rushed out of the room. He stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the car shot towards the Imperial Capital Building like an arrow.

The accelerator was stepped on as high as possible, and the car sped through the night. Zheng Haoqian's heart was filled with anxiety. He kept urging himself, hoping to reach the Imperial Capital Building as soon as possible.

When he rushed to the room, he saw Xin Mujing frantically wiping Ji Yan's forehead with a wet towel. Ji Yan's face was pale, her cheeks slightly red due to the high fever, and her frown showed her pain at the moment.

"Go get my medical kit and don't get in the way." Zheng Haoqian said to Xin Mujing with a sullen face. His tone was so cold that Xin Mujing couldn't help but shiver.

Xin Mujing turned around quickly and obediently went to get the medical kit. He didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of angering Zheng Haoqian. Standing aside, watching Zheng Haoqian skillfully check Ji Yan's physical condition, his heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.

"Sit further away, you'll get angry if you see me." Zheng Haoqian glared at Xin Mujing unhappily, and gently stroked Ji Yan's pale face with his hand, and then flipped her eyelids, with a trace of worry in his eyes. He sighed softly, inserted the needle into the medicine, and skillfully injected it into Ji Yan's body.

Seeing Ji Yan's breathing gradually stabilize, Zheng Haoqian finally relaxed his tense body. He turned his head and stared at Xin Mujing coldly.

"Who doesn't blow dry their hair after taking a shower? Wouldn't you help blow dry her hair if she fell asleep? If you don't want to blow it, you can wipe it half dry with a towel. What are you thinking about? You are only thinking about your own comfort and letting her wear your shirt. What else are you thinking about?" Zheng Haoqian's series of reproaches left Xin Mujing speechless.

He lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, and didn't dare to look up at Zheng Haoqian. He knew that Zheng Haoqian was concerned about Ji Yan, but he also knew that he hadn't done well enough.

When Zheng Haoqian stopped scolding, Xin Mujing dared to secretly glance at him. He found that although Zheng Haoqian looked cold, he seemed a little aggrieved and pitiful at this moment. He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for Zheng Haoqian.

"So how is the baby now?" Xin Mujing asked cautiously.

"The antipyretic medicine has been injected. If the fever continues, you will become an idiot." Zheng Haoqian rolled his eyes at Xin Mujing and said unhappily.

He lowered his head and began to pack up the messy medical supplies, while Xin Mujing stood silently by to help. Although the two did not speak, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

"I'll take the baby to take a bath first, and you are responsible for making your own bed." Zheng Haoqian picked up Ji Yan, gently wrapped her in a quilt, and then walked to the next room.

The thin shirt on Ji Yan was already soaked with sweat, and Zheng Haoqian casually threw the unbuttoned shirt on the ground. He turned on the shower and washed Ji Yan's body with warm water, and every move was full of tenderness and care.

Ji Yan's fair skin was covered with red marks, and it was not difficult to see Xin Mujing's previous impulse and desire. Zheng Haoqian gently stroked her skin, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and traced Ji Yan's eyebrows, eyes, lips, and finally stopped at her slightly opened mouth. He lowered his head and gently kissed Ji Yan's blushing cheek, as if he was praying for her.

Zheng Haoqian carefully carried Ji Yan out of the bathroom, and his eyes instantly fell on Xin Mujing who was sitting on his bed. Xin Mujing's face was gloomy, and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied and angry.

"What?" Zheng Haoqian frowned and looked at Xin Mujing, with a hint of confusion and impatience in his tone.

Xin Mujing raised his head and looked at Zheng Haoqian, with a bit of grievance in his tone, "Today it's my turn..." He paused, as if looking for the right words.

"What's wrong with you today?" Zheng Haoqian frowned and looked at Xin Mujing's aggrieved expression, feeling a little confused.

Xin Mujing didn't answer, but silently stretched out his hand, motioning Zheng Haoqian to put Ji Yan on his lap. Zheng Haoqian reluctantly put the sleeping Ji Yan carefully on Xin Mujing's lap, then took out a hair dryer from the cabinet and handed it to Xin Mujing.

"Help her blow dry her hair." Zheng Haoqian sat on the sofa nearby, watching Xin Mujing clumsily blow dry Ji Yan's hair. Although his movements were clumsy, his eyes were full of tenderness and concern.

Zheng Haoqian couldn't help but sigh. He knew that Xin Mujing was like this sometimes, and liked to act like a child. But he also knew that it was because Xin Mujing valued their friendship so much that he cared so much.

Suddenly, Ji Yan's body trembled slightly, Xin Mujing immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at her nervously. After confirming that it was just a normal reaction in her coma, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to blow dry Ji Yan's hair.

"Let her sleep here first." Zheng Haoqian said softly as he looked at Xin Mujing's busy figure. He stood up, walked to the door of the guest room, opened it and walked in.

Xin Mujing looked at Zheng Haoqian's departing back, and a sense of success surged in his heart. He knew that as long as Zheng Haoqian felt that he was reflecting on himself, he would no longer be angry.

He gently stroked Ji Yan's hair, with a gentle light in his eyes. He knew that the friendship between the five of them was so deep that no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could get through it together.

Thinking of this, a warm current surged in his heart. He gently kissed Ji Yan on the forehead, then hugged her tightly in his arms and closed his eyes contentedly.