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"Qiu Yu, Qiu Yu—"

Meng Chuji shook Pei Jing, but he didn't wake up, so he quickly asked Ah Fu to summon Doctor Liu.

As soon as Doctor Liu entered the room, Meng Chuji dragged him to the bedside, "Doctor Liu, take a quick look, what happened to Qiu Yu?"

"Don't panic, young master, don't panic, young master."

Doctor Liu comforted him, went to the bedside and took Pei Jing's pulse, stroked his beard and meditated.

Meng Chuji waited, extremely anxious: "Doctor Liu, how are you?"

Dr. Liu put down Pei Jing's hand, and said: "Excessive worry and fatigue, suffering from cold, sudden wind and cold emergency, I will prescribe a prescription to boil a bowl of medicine to reduce fever and fever, and the rest will have to observe whether His Highness will have other symptoms. If there are no symptoms, it is not a serious problem, just take care of it."

"Then hurry up."

Meng Chuji kept urging.

Dr. Liu prescribed a prescription, and went to grab the medicine and decoct it with Ah Fu. Ah Fu was stupid, and Dr. Liu was worried, leaving Meng Chuji alone in the room.

Meng Chuji poked Pei Jing's forehead, it was very hot, he seemed to be disturbed by a nightmare, and he frowned in his sleep, Meng Chuji remembered that when he had a fever when he was a child, his mother put a hot towel on him, and asked someone to warm him up When the water came, the hot towel was wrung out and applied to Pei Jing's forehead.

During the period, the hot towel was changed a few times, and the medicine decoction came. Meng Chuji held the medicine and called over and over again: "Qiu Yu."

Pei Jing woke up slowly, his eyelashes fluttered, his eyes were full of confusion, as if he didn't know where he was, and when he saw Meng Chuji's face clearly, his thoughts gradually returned. It fell from the forehead, and asked in astonishment: "What's wrong with me?"

As soon as the words came out, his voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and painful, his body was weak, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere. Meng Chuji said: "Qiu Yu, you are not feeling well. The doctor said that you have an emergency of wind and cold. You need to treat it well. Come on, first. Drink this bowl of medicine."

Pei Jing rubbed her sore brows, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

He thought nothing serious would happen.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chuji was alarmed.

"What are you talking about?" Meng Chuji spooned a spoonful of concoction and fed it to his lips, "Come on, open your mouth."

Pei Jing obediently drank a spoonful, and when Meng Chuji scooped up the second spoonful, she said, "Quiet, let me do it!"

Meng Chuji resolutely refused: "How can that be done? There is no reason to let the patient drink the medicine by himself. When I was sick when I was young, my mother always fed me like this. Look at you now, what if the end is unsteady and you spill it? ?”

Serving tea, pouring water, feeding soup, and delivering medicine is a great opportunity to cultivate feelings, he is a fool not to grasp it well.

If Pei Jing was a woman, she would be so touched now that she wished she could give her body.

hum!

Pei Jing couldn't laugh or cry.

He just suffered from a cold emergency, not a broken hand.

"Quiet..."

"Be obedient and open your mouth."

Without any choice.

Pei Jing compromised and let Meng Chuji feed him spoonful after spoonful.

Meng Chuji was very serious about feeding the medicine. He imitated his mother and blew on the medicine juice in the jade spoon. He would also sip a little to taste the temperature. He would only give it to Pei Jing when he felt it was just right.

After feeding him completely, Meng Chuji didn't forget to stuff him with a candied fruit to dilute the bitter taste in his mouth.

Pei Jing chewed the candied fruit, saw Meng Chuji heaved a sigh of relief and then smiled, as bright as the spring sun in March, she was dazed for some reason, and strangled his hand that retracted after feeding the candied fruit.

Meng Chuji was startled, but he didn't struggle. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "More?"

Pei Jing woke up instantly, and realized what she had done belatedly, but she couldn't move her fingers, let go of his hand, and looked at him fixedly, a strange voice in her head urged him :

hug him, hug him, hug him...

In the end, he still restrained himself, Pei Jing forced himself to look away, and replied, "Well, I still need more."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to like sweets."

Meng Chuji fed him another one.

Pei Jing chewed the candied fruit again, but felt that the candied fruit was too sweet and bitter. Seeing him swallowing it again, Meng Chuji planned to feed him a third one, but Pei Jing refused in a low voice: "No more."

Meng Chuji stopped feeding immediately, eating too much of such a sweet thing would cause a toothache, and he didn't approve of Pei Jing eating more.

Taking the towel in his hand, he stretched out his hand to probe his forehead again, and found that the fever had subsided a lot, and it was still hot, but not as hot as before.

"Qiu Yu, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Pei Jing shook her head, feeling very restless.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Meng Chuji felt depressed, so he just thought he was in a panic, put down the pillow behind him, and pressed him to sleep.

"Think about everything tomorrow and sleep again."

While talking, tuck him in the quilt.

Pei Jing asked: "What about you?"

"Me?" Meng Chuji said as a matter of course, "I'll stay here with you!"

Pei Jing continued to watch intently, Meng Chuji raised three fingers, "Go to sleep, I won't leave, I swear."

Pei Jing then closed her eyes.

Meng Chuji found it funny inexplicably. Pei Jing, who was sick, was not half mature and stable. He was like a child, and he needed someone to accompany him. He almost saw what he looked like when he was sick when he was young. He must be tugging on the Queen's sleeve Life and death do not let go.

Meng Chuji continued to read the script, and put towels on Pei Jing from time to time until his fever completely subsided. This time, Pei Jing didn't wake up for several hours after sleeping. Doctor Liu came to see him twice and said that he should be fine. It's a problem, but it's better not to cover it when the fever subsides, and the windows can also be opened appropriately for ventilation.

Meng Chuji followed suit one by one. After dinner, he was ready to go to bed. After taking a bath before going to bed, he felt blessed. Hot water came up.

How could he be comfortable sleeping like this?

Pei Jing was sound asleep, he didn't know that Meng Chuji lifted the quilt, he didn't know that Meng Chuji unbuttoned his clothes, he didn't know that Meng Chuji wiped his upper body, he didn't know that Meng Chuji unbuttoned his pants...he knew.

When Meng Chuji put on the clean underwear for him, he was vaguely aware of it. His lower body was groped for a while, and he woke up completely. When he looked up, Meng Chuji was taking off his trousers. Get up from the bed, dumbfounded:

"Quiet you..."

Meng Chuji had an innocent and pure face: "I see you are sweating all over, I'll wipe you and change your clothes."

Pei Jing's face froze, he didn't know what to say for a moment, Meng Chuji said again: "Why are you so ashamed, anyway..."

The word "man" was almost uttered, Meng Chuji braked suddenly, and changed his words: "Anyway, we are all friends, and we can help each other with little effort."

Pei Jing was dizzy, took a deep breath and said, "No, thank you."

"Hey, why are you being polite? I don't think it's convenient for you to take a bath. You can smell it tomorrow if you sleep with your sweat covered."