The doctor prescribed the medicine, and Ye Churan helped Qin Chuan go to the infusion room to get an IV.

The hospital is currently short of wards, and the infusion room is noisy.

Qin Chuan sat on the chair in the infusion room, with his hands resting on the railing, looking sullen and obviously uncomfortable.

Ye Churan looked at it for a while, and wanted to change Qin Chuan to a ward.

Thinking of going out for dinner together a few days ago, Ji Qianxun added him on WeChat, which just came in handy now.

Ye Churan flipped through her phone, found Ji Qianxun's WeChat account, and sent him a message.

Ye Churan: "Qianxun, can you get a ward now?"

Ji Qianxun came back quickly: "Yes, sister-in-law, are you sick?"

Ye Churan: "... Qin Chuan is sick."

He had to bring Ye Chuqi over and listen to him call Qin Chuan's sister-in-law a few more times to feel comfortable.

Ji Qianxun was startled: "Brother Qin? Is it true or not?"

Ye Churan: "It's more real than real gold, people are going to be burnt out, come here quickly."

Ji Qianxun: "40 degrees? My mother! Here it comes!"

Ji Qianxun sighed leisurely on the drive: "I have known Brother Qin for so many years, but I have never seen him get sick. When we were in college, he often laughed at us for not loving exercise."

"It's different when you're married, who knows if it's a bitter trick..."

Ji Qianxun didn't quite believe in Qin Chuan's integrity, and with a dubious attitude, when he arrived at the hospital, he saw Qin Chuan leaning on Ye Churan's shoulder, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The hand hanging the needle was also placed on Ye Churan's lap, cherishing it.

The infusion liquid was cold, and Ye Churan rubbed Qin Chuan's fingers from time to time to warm him up.

Ji Qianxun made an instant judgment: Qin Gou must be pretending to be sick.

Seeing that Ji Qianxun had arrived, Ye Churan turned sideways and said softly, "I've lost two bottles of potions, and the fever hasn't subsided."

Ji Qianxun was stunned, it was different from what he had imagined.

Is Qin Chuan really sick?

When Ji Qianxun saw the thermometer, he was frightened by [-] degrees, and hurried to the contact person to transfer Qin Chuan to the intensive care unit.

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain and goes away like silk.

Especially for a person like Qin Chuan who is usually healthy and healthy, when he gets sick, he is aggressive and gets better slowly.

After the infusion, Qin Chuan lay on the hospital bed and hadn't woken up yet.

Ye Churan stayed in the ward, and Ji Qianxun went to the cake shop opposite the hospital to buy some snacks.

Ye Churan looked at her phone for a while, but she didn't expect to see herself on the hot search again.

Who the hell is so rich that he bought him a yearly VIP service.

Ye Churan clicked on Hot Search without much interest.

Hey, I scolded him.

Ye Churan clicked in.

On weekdays on Monday, there are relatively few idlers surfing the Internet, the topic of discussion is not high, and correspondingly, less money is spent on popular searches.

Among a bunch of people's livelihood news powerhouse studies, only Ye Churan's trending searches are related to entertainment, which is very eye-catching.

A group of marketing accounts swear that Ye Churan's financial backer has gone bankrupt, so his resources have not been as good as before in the past year. He only filmed a variety show, and then picked his feet at home and became an Internet celebrity anchor.

As we all know, anchors and actors have a relationship, and [-]th-tier actors also have a relationship than messy anchors.

The benefactor has been helping the poor for many years. In order to praise Ye Churan, he lost tens of millions of dollars. Unfortunately, Ye Churan is too poor in qualifications and has a bad temper.

The people who eat melons smell the taste of big melons, and the comments are dragging their mouths.

"The benefactor is willing to praise him, it's true love."

"So the romantic confession on Qixi Festival a few days ago was...?"

"According to reliable sources, Ye Churan sees that there is no hope of becoming popular, and fuck. The strong man's persona will not be popular, so he has to keep a little wolf dog."

"Woooooo, that outsider boyfriend is really handsome, why is such a handsome man actually Ye Churan's little boy, I don't believe it!"

"According to the information revealed by Ye Churan during the live broadcast, this little brother can also cook, and his cooking skills are superb."

"I admire it. It's great to have money. I also want to be an anchor."

"Little brother, you can help me, how much Ye Churan pays, I can double it!"

Ye Churan randomly clicked on a marketing account, and finished eating her own melon with a delicate expression.

He was not angry, and lay on the bed for a while, poking Qin Chuan's face with his fingers hooked.

Unexpectedly, the little girls nowadays are chasing idols, and they still like Qin Chuan.

He didn't pay much attention to the comments on the Internet. It should be Song Yu who was able to beat the bankruptcy to such a death.

Ye Churan turned on the camera, took a photo of Qin Chuan's profile, put it on a mosaic, and edited a Weibo.

"Specialty: doing physics problems [S level];

Attribute: Accidentally caught a cold, hovering on the verge of being burnt stupid [F grade];

Appearance: Anyway, I won’t show you [S-rank];

The suitor I agreed to fell ill suddenly, which made me become a shit shovel officer. "

The fans arrived first to comment, and they were silent for a while, cursing angrily:

"Strong man, are you addicted to playing Nikki-Dress UP Queen, so good at showing?!"

"God, don't show me, sisters, show me, this is a big high-definition picture of the snail man."

"Fireworks all over the sky are really good for 1551, and Lemon Essence has no other ideas."

After Ye Churan posted on Weibo, she no longer cared about those meaningless gossips.

The specific matter involved Qin Chuan, and it was inconvenient for him to clarify it directly. He had to wait for Qin Chuan to wake up and discuss it with him.

Ye Churan just wanted to make it clear that the snail man and him were not in a messy foster relationship.

Obviously it is the relationship between the pursuer and the pursued.

It can also be said to be a legal cohabitation relationship.

Qin Chuan slept for a while, and after waking up, the fever had not subsided completely, but his mental state was much better, and his body was not so weak.

He opened his eyes, stared straight at Ye Churan, with a smile on his lips, Ye Churan almost had goosebumps.

"Drink the medicine." Ye Churan coughed dryly, turned around to get hot water, and poured a cup of cold medicine, "Three times a day, it gets better quickly."

The smile on Qin Chuan's face disappeared immediately, and with a bitter face, he shrank into the quilt unwillingly.

Ye Churan: "...cover your ears and steal your bell!"

Qin Chuan shrank back under the quilt again.

Ye Churan laughed: "I can't see you, I really can't see you."

Qin Chuan snorted: "Oh."

Ye Churan lay on the edge of the bed, and poked Qin Chuan's head through the quilt: "Can you breathe, is it uncomfortable?"

Qin Chuan replied honestly: "Unfortunate."

Ye Churan pursed her lips and smiled happily: "Then why don't you come out."

Qin Chuan swished and got out from under the quilt.

"It's time to drink medicine when I come out." Ye Churan held up the medicine cup and handed it to Qin Chuan, "It's warm, not hot."

Qin Chuan kept shaking his head. Seeing Ye Churan holding the medicine cup and not giving in, he pursed his lips and said, "Unless you..."

Ye Churan: "Unless I do something, you take your time to think about it."

"Unless you kiss..." Qin Chuan swallowed the second half of the sentence, and changed his words vaguely, "Hold me, give me a hug."

Ye Churan shook her head and said solemnly: "You are sick, holding you will catch a cold to me too."

"That's it..." Qin Chuan's face was pulled long, this answer made him not even want to say anything, and wanted to shrink back into the quilt.

Ye Churan said: "If you hide under the quilt again, I will ignore you."

Qin Chuan stopped his movements: "You are not nice to me at all."

Here we go again, Schrödinger's good.

Ye Churan especially wanted to laugh.

Qin Chuan took the medicine cup and put it on the bedside table. Without waiting for Ye Churan to speak, he rushed over and pressed Ye Churan's waist.

Ye Churan didn't stand still, staggered and fell on the hospital bed. Qin Chuan bent his eyes to look at him, and hugged him tightly.

The plan goes through, a little proud.

Ye Churan was tricked, and he was both angry and funny: "Why are you so naughty, you just wake up and make trouble."

Qin Chuan: "I'm not skinny."

Ye Churan: "Where's the face?"

Qin Chuan: "I'm bad."

Ye Churan was angry for a while, then nodded and commented: "You are quite self-aware."

Qin Chuan curled his lips lazily, with a careless expression on his face: "The scourge will last for thousands of years, don't worry about me."

The hospital bed was not big, Ye Churan was too lazy to get up again, and simply lay on it side by side with Qin Chuan, he raised his head, not looking at Qin Chuan: "You can live so well, I'm not worried about you at all."

Qin Chuan pawed a few times, rubbed his hands secretly through the quilt, and wrapped around Ye Churan's waist: "You really don't worry about me at all."

Ye Churan: "...Didn't you say that?"

Qin Chuan: "I was joking, I said irony!"

Ye Churan: "Hahahahaha."

Ji Qianxun bought a few boxes of small cakes to fill Qin Chuan and Ye Churan's stomachs. When he returned to the ward, he was shocked to see the two lying on the bed.

"Awesome Brother Qin, I don't forget to be a mandarin duck at [-] degrees."

Ye Churan blushed and couldn't laugh anymore. He patted the bed sheet and got up from the hospital bed.

Qin Chuan then smiled at Ye Churan and looked at him meaningfully.

So embarrassing.

Ye Churan wanted to put a seal on Qin Chuan's mouth.

"Drink it quickly, or it won't work if it's cold." Ye Churan took the cold medicine cup and handed it to Qin Chuan's mouth, "If you don't drink it, I'll go back."

Qin Chuan stopped and stopped smiling: "Bitter."

Seeing that Ye Churan had no discussion on his face, he closed his eyes, went all out, and drank the whole cup of cold medicine in one go, leaving no dregs behind.

Full score for cooperation.

After Qin Chuan finished drinking the medicine, he felt the taste on the tip of his tongue. His face wrinkled into a ball, and he swallowed: "This taste is really strange."

Qin Chuan added: "I feel like retching."

Ye Churan went to a cup of hot water again: "Rinse your mouth."

Qin Chuan rinsed his mouth, hooked Ye Churan's finger again, and said in a low voice, "Candy, I want something sweet."

Ye Churan felt that he should really thank the clerk, this box of strawberry marshmallows is so useful.

Hearing the phrase "sweet", Ji Qianxun took out a few boxes of small cakes from his handbag: "This one is sweet, sweet and greasy. I just thought Brother Qin would have to drink bitter medicine, so I asked the waiter to bring me the sweetest cake." Several kinds of cakes."

Qin Chuan glanced at him, touched Ye Churan's hand again, and said in a long tone, "Of course, Tang..."

Ye Churan calmly peeled off the candy bag, took out a piece of candy, and fed it to Qin Chuan's mouth.

I really want to stuff a lot of sugar in it and block his mouth.

With sugar in his mouth, Qin Chuan gently bit Ye Churan's fingertips.

"..." Ye Churan withdrew his hand, took out a tissue and wiped it.

If you don't take advantage of the opportunity, you will die.

Qin Chuan licked his lips: "It's too bitter, I still want to eat."

Ji Qianxun was dumbfounded: "This cake is really sweet..."

Qin Chuan wanted to throw this person out.

Ji Qianxun dumbly opened a box of cakes, and fed a whole piece into his mouth.

It was so boring, he poured a glass of water, deeply wondering if he had strayed into a special occasion.

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