The spring that the wife receives

Qi Lian frightened Butler Lin quite a bit, and his face turned so ugly that he quickly caught up with the bloodless Qi Lian, "Master!"

Qi Lian leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair, throwing up as if he was going to completely empty his stomach, his movement was too loud, Lin Butler had never seen him throwing up so badly, and he panicked for a while, only Can squat next to the wheelchair and pat Qi Lian on the back first.

The maid in the villa ran out when she heard the sound, and was startled when she saw the mess everywhere. Butler Lin turned to her and said, "Go and call! Tell the doctor to come right away!"

The maid responded in a panic, then turned around and ran back.

Qi Lian vomited all over outside the door, there was nothing in his stomach, and after vomiting up all the yam porridge he ate, only violent retching remained.

"Master!" Butler Lin's hand that patted him on the back was trembling slightly, and he couldn't figure out why someone who was fine just now felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden.

The blood on Qi Lian's entire face faded completely, and even his lips were frighteningly white. He took the handkerchief handed over by Lin Butler to wipe his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice while wiping, "Don't tell Xiaoye."

Butler Lin frowned, "Could it be that you have been holding back, young master?"

"It's not like I've been enduring it all the time, Xiaoye started feeling uncomfortable just before she left." Qi Lian sighed softly, "It still doesn't work."

When eating that bowl of yam porridge, Qi Lian also thought that he could eat it, but it didn't take long for the familiar discomfort to come over like a rising tide.

Two or ten minutes later, two doctors in white and blue shirts came to the door with a medical kit.

Qi Lian lay drowsy on the bed in the master bedroom on the second floor. The doctor took his temperature and it was 37.5°C, and he was running a low-grade fever.

The temperature doctor suggested to observe first, use the method of physical cooling, wait until Qi Lian fell asleep, and then give him a nutritional injection, and then quietly leave Qi Lian's bedroom.

Lin Butler told the doctor exactly what Qi Lian had eaten some yam porridge in the afternoon, including Qi Lian vomited out all the food afterwards.

The two doctors have been treating him since Qi Lian came back from Germany. Even after Qi Lian moved to Xiangting Garden, they still came to give Qi Lian nutritional injections every day.

They were quite clear about Qi Lian's situation, so when Steward Lin said that Qi Lian was fine when he ate yam porridge in the afternoon, without any discomfort or resistance, the expressions of the two became very surprised for a moment.

They looked at each other, and the doctor in the blue shirt asked Lin Butler, "Why is the young master willing to eat yam porridge? How is this yam porridge different from the food prepared for him before?"

Butler Lin thought for a while, "The porridge cooker is different? The person who cooks the yam porridge for the young master in the afternoon is not the chef and nutritionist brought from the old house, but the young master's former schoolboy. The young master quite likes him."

The two doctors looked at each other again, and then asked Lin Butler: "This junior... I don't think I've heard of it before?"

Lin Guanjia said: "Because he reconnected with our young master in the past few days, and he will come here every day for these three days."

"...was the young master in a good mood when he saw him?"

"Yes, the spirit will be better."

"Then this person will have a positive influence on the young master. If possible, let him come and accompany the young master more often."

Butler Lin nodded, "The young master also hopes that he will come more."

The doctor in the white shirt was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Master's eating disorder may be largely caused by psychological factors. I think we should have a basic consensus on this point."

Butler Lin nodded solemnly.

"The young master refuses to cooperate, so we have no way of knowing the reason for his eating disorder. If that junior can make the young master show a better side, such as not rejecting eating and maintaining a happy mood, then he may be able to help us find the reason and cure the young master. ... If necessary, it is okay to tell him some things after considering the depth."

"I understand."

"Then let's say goodbye."

Qi Lian slept very deeply this time, and didn't get up until eleven o'clock the next day. When he woke up, his whole body was wet and sticky, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his brows were furrowed in discomfort.

No one dared to wipe his body when he was asleep, for fear of waking him up, butler Lin specially covered him with an extra quilt in order to make him sweat and reduce fever, which also caused Qi Lian to wake up with forehead and Neck is sweaty.

With a gloomy face, Qi Lian lifted the two quilts on his body. At this moment, Butler Lin opened the door and came in. Seeing that Qi Lian was about to get out of bed, he quickly stepped forward to help him.

Qi Lian frowned and broke away from Butler Lin's hand, "Put water in the bathtub, I want to take a bath."

"I'll get people ready."

Ten minutes later, Qi Lian sat down in the bathtub filled with hot water as he wished, and only then did he feel that the restlessness in his chest subsided.

At noon, the two doctors who came last night came to the door on time again, giving Qi Lian today's nutritional injections.

Qi Lian sat on the head of the bed in a bathrobe with wet hair, turning a blind eye to these two people who came to give him injections every day, and only lowered his head to concentrate on reading the recipe notes that Su Canye gave him.

Butler Lin was a little surprised by this, but the doctors were a little surprised. They took a peek at the injection during the injection and found that the recipe was written on the paper, and they were puzzled again.

A person with an eating disorder looking at a cookbook? !Or a handwritten recipe? !

After the doctor finished the nutritional injection, Qi Lian withdrew his hand indifferently, and Lin Butler took the doctor away knowingly.

When they went downstairs, they still couldn't help asking, "Young master is looking at the cookbook?"

"Yes, it was prepared for him by the junior I told you about last night. The yam porridge that the young master ate yesterday is the first page of that notebook."

Yesterday, the two doctors didn't dare to think too much, but it sounded so strange to hear this, and they wanted to ask Steward Lin more questions, and the two even had new guesses about the identity of the junior, but there were some words Even if they were sure, they couldn't say it casually, so they could only hide what they said.

For a whole afternoon, Qi Lian took out the recipe note and looked through it when he had nothing to do.

Lin Butler saw that he seemed eager to turn over the pages more than a dozen times a day, and was a little worried that the notebook might not last long before it would wrinkle.

"Master, why don't we go out for a walk to get some fresh air, it's still more than an hour before five o'clock."

Qi Lian turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, thinking that he might go out to pick up Su Canye when he came back, so he nodded in agreement.

Lin Butler pushed Qi Lian's wheelchair out of the carved iron gate, and walked straight along the sidewalk. Both sides of the sidewalk were full of white peonies in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers was refreshing.

Xiang Ting garden green plants cost a lot of money and thought, and they will change the flowers for viewing according to the four seasons. Qi Lian is not very interested in flowers, but Lin Butler is quite happy to see them.

When the two of them passed the corner of an intersection, they happened to see a delicate and beautiful woman carrying a bag and opened the door to get out of the car.

Because there were only the three of them on this road, it was no surprise that Qi Lian and the woman in black looked at each other, and then watched the woman walk into a villa by the road.

Qi Lian's eyebrows twitched, "Uncle Lin, do you think that person just now looks a bit like Xiao Ye?"

Butler Lin looked blank, "Does it look like it?"

Qi Lian turned his head and looked at Uncle Lin, and then suddenly realized that Steward Lin had never seen Su Canye who took off his glasses and opened his bangs, so he couldn't tell that the woman who walked past them just now and Su Canye The leaves look somewhat alike.