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Without any hesitation, Zhong Ji directly brought Xin Chen into his home and bedroom.

He hadn't even started to think about it before he realized that something was wrong with Xin Chen.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face.

He thought of Gu Xiyuan's phrase "Are there still weak chickens who have a fever and a cold in this era?",

Zhong Ji stretched out his hand in disbelief, and touched Xin Chen's face...it was so hot!

He called the family doctor, who would come within half an hour.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Xin Shen's sleeping face, the sound of heavy breathing was especially harsh in the silent room.

For a while, he thought of what Xin Chen said jokingly when he was drinking, and for a while, he remembered Xu Qinghuai's question about "cold" when he asked Xiyuan...

The family doctor finally knocked on the bedroom door, and he didn't know how long he had been thinking about it.

"Mr. Zhong?" The doctor came in a hurry, sweat still dripping from his forehead, he glanced at the patient on the bed, and reconfirmed uneasy, "Are you sure, Lieutenant Colonel Xin just has a fever?"

Zhong Ji led the doctor in, his eyes were red, and his thoughts were in a mess: "It should be... They all said that Xin Chen was just drunk, but he started to have a fever as soon as he came back..."

The doctor saw Xin Chen in silence, and Zhong Ji asked abruptly, "Now, are there any weak chickens that have a fever and a cold?"

"It's... not easy to say." The doctor carefully examined this extremely noble patient, and was distracted to deal with this anxious young master, "It stands to reason that the physical fitness of human beings in the 31st century is much better than that of ten centuries ago." Long-term, minor illnesses such as colds and fevers are rare, and exceptions cannot be ruled out."

He didn't check Xin Chen, so of course he couldn't jump to a conclusion.

To Zhong Ji's ears, these words were no different from nonsense.

It was because he had never seen anyone with a fever in his old age, and the first case happened to Xin Chen, which made him anxious.

special case……

Even if it happened randomly, this kind of thing shouldn't happen to Xin Chen, right?

He has a natural double S-level talent, his physical fitness and super sense level are beyond the charts, learning any new thing is like installing an electric motor, and his progress is like flying. Rao is in the Bosen Military Academy, where there are so many masters, Xin Chen's level is also the same. One in a million.

How could such a thing happen to Xin Chen? !

The more Zhong Ji thought about it, the more confused he became. Seeing that the doctor was about to give Xin Shen an injection, Zhong Ji panicked and stopped the doctor's movements: "Don't rush to get an injection, I'll call Colonel Xin, and I'll talk about it after I have a clear question." !"

The doctor could only find out if Xin Chen had a fever, and what was the cause of the fever. He just did a simple check and couldn't tell without using professional equipment.

Because of Master Zhong's words, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Ji didn't often talk to Colonel Xin on the phone, but he didn't expect to get connected after two seconds.

"Xiao Ji, what's the matter?" Colonel Xin's tone sounded more anxious than Zhong Ji's.

Zhong Ji secretly sighed at the senior colonel's keen insight, and said truthfully, "Xin Chen was given a lot of alcohol just now, and came back with a fever...Uncle Xin, has this happened before?"

Before Senior Colonel Xin responded, the sound of a bench falling to the ground came from the other end of the phone. Zhong Ji was startled, and heard Senior Colonel Xin almost growl and asked, "Did you give him any medicine? Did you see a doctor yet?" ?”

"No." Zhong Ji calmed down instead.

As far as I can remember, Colonel Xin has never shown a flustered look, and he has been sitting firmly in his military headquarters.

There has been no interstellar war in the Blue Star Territory in recent years, so it is even more difficult to see Colonel Xin's gaffe.

"Uncle Xin, don't be in a hurry," Zhong Ji said, "What do you need me to do now?"

Colonel Xin finally regained his sanity. He walked out of the office quickly, and almost ran to the tarmac along the way: "Don't use any medicine. The only thing you can do now is to physically cool down. Where are you now? I'll let the doctor go over immediately."

"At my house...in my room." Zhong Ji winked at the family doctor, and the family doctor immediately took out the fever-reducing patch from the emergency kit knowingly.

General doctors would not put this thing in the emergency box at all, it takes up space and has no chance to be used.

He also stuffed it into the emergency box just after receiving the call.

Lieutenant Colonel Xin seldom has the pleasure of manually driving a starship. This time, he drove the starship at a speed sufficient to affix a ticket. He hurriedly said to Zhong Ji, "I'll be there in a while!" Then he hung up the phone and contacted After the doctor, concentrate on driving.

As it should be, he arrived at Zhong's house 10 minutes earlier than the doctor.

At this moment, Mr. Zhong, who had been idle for a long time, was in Zhongji's room.

The old man was sitting on the sofa beside the bed, staring at Xin Chen's face silently. There was no sign of panic on his face, but it definitely couldn't be considered pretty.

Zhong Ji could tell that his old man was in a bad mood, and it wasn't simply because of Xin Chen's fever.

"Dad, do you know something?" Zhong Ji asked very firmly.

The old man's eyes flickered, then sank again: "I don't want to tell you."

Zhong Ji sighed helplessly: "Why can't you tell me about Xin Chen?" He really couldn't understand this point.He and Xin Chen are already like this, there is nothing worth hiding.

"This kid used to be like this. He was persistent and frightening. I don't want to tell you anything about him." Mr. Zhong's voice was very steady, and there was no emotion in it.

Zhong Ji saw the signs of the secret being revealed.

If the old man didn't want to talk, he would sit quietly on the sofa without saying a word.

But at this moment, the old man keeps emphasizing that he doesn't want to tell Zhong Ji, it's more like hinting to himself that he can't, doesn't want to, and can't say it...

"Dad, if you don't tell me about this kind of thing, I will know about it when Uncle Xin comes." Zhong Ji was sure that within half an hour, he would know everything.

Mr. Zhong was finally overwhelmed by these words, he let out a long sigh, and asked slowly: "Didn't you realize that this child can maintain absolute energy despite sleeping less?"

Zhong Ji paused for breath.

Of course he found out about this. In the two years when Alexia was about to be born, he found that Xin Shen slept less than himself. He picked up and dropped off every morning and evening, and sometimes he took a lunch break, but Xin Shen was still awake.

He also asked Xin Chen how long he slept a day, and the man replied, three hours.

He didn't really believe it at the time, but when he calculated it seriously, Xin Chen could only sleep for three hours.

The man told him that it was easy for him to fall into a deep sleep, and three hours was enough.

Zhong Ji opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Mr. Zhong sighed faintly.

He hadn't seen his son show such a bewildered expression since Alexia's big sale.