Chapter 218

Jiang He's face was full of worry.

This person is good, how can complication myocarditis encephalitis nose tumour

Is she going to be a widow before she gets married?

"Let's go and find the doctor..."

"Wait, stop! Let go of me! I'm really dead if you toss again

Xu Qing tightly pulls his quilt, and the whole person is dragged to the bedside by Jiang He.

"Calm down. Don't worry. Let go."

After spending ten minutes explaining to Jiang He what a cold is like, and making sure that the medicine he just took is very effective, Xu Qing finally let Jiang He put out the idea of carrying him out.

By the way, I went to the cupboard and found out that the thermometer was under my arm. Xu Qing sat by the bed wrapped in a quilt, while Jiang He sat watching him.

"In summer, you are still wrapped in quilts. Are you really OK?"

"As long as I'm sweating, I wrap my quilt for better sweating. As long as I don't have a fever, I don't have to go to the hospital."

"And this one?"

"This is used to measure whether my hair is hot. It's useless to touch my forehead. It can only be felt when the temperature is too high. This can be accurate to 0.1 degrees."

Xu Qing leaned on the head of the bed and patiently explained. By the way, she tore a paper towel to wipe her nose. The later she got cold, the more severe it was. She just had a little stuffy nose, and now she has been running nose.

"Fever is serious, isn't it? Would you like a towel to cover your forehead? "

"No, now there's high technology. You don't have to make a fuss. My constitution is not as good as yours. I've only caught a cold once a year. It's quite rare. It's easy to catch a little cold in general

Take out the thermometer and have a look. It's 37.1 ℃ and a little hot. The temperature under the armpit is generally about 36. After thinking about it, Xu Qing goes out to the living room to drink a large glass of water. When he comes back, Jiang He is holding the thermometer and looking hard there.

"Look at this, see the thin line? When you get to 38, it means that you are ill. Now it's only 37. You can rest assured that you can go back to sleep. Don't search on the Internet blindly. "

"You don't suddenly turn 40 in the middle of the night, do you?" Jiang He thinks Xu Qing's words are dull now.

"If I become 40, I will probably burn to be a fool. It can't happen. I need to sleep to keep my spirits."

"Oh."

Jiang He watched anxiously as he lay down, stretched out his hand to cover his quilt tightly, and then touched his forehead to see Xu Qing put two pieces of paper into his nose to get ready to sleep. After a moment's hesitation, he turned off the light in the utility room and let him have a good rest.

The most uncomfortable part of a cold is nasal obstruction, especially one nostril. When lying on one side, the nostril under it will turn into another one. It's very annoying, so Xu Qing used two pieces of paper to plug it. In this way, she can breathe with her mouth and sleep easily.

Xu Qing didn't feel much bored when she covered the thin quilt tightly in the summer. The main reason is that she had just been sleeping with Jiang He for a few days, and now another person moved in. She felt a little lost. It was more comfortable to hold her together and reach out to meet her

In the middle of the night, Xu Qing felt confused and felt that someone was touching himself. He reluctantly woke up from his sleep. He didn't know when one of the paper balls was missing. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in the dark. After a moment of silence, he said: "what do you do?"

"Ah?"

Jiang He's black shadow stopped, "I'll... See if you have a fever."

"Have you finished?"

"It seems a little hot. Would you like to measure it again?" Jiang he groped for his hand, put in a warm thing, touch is the thermometer, don't know how long Jiang He took, the cold glass became hot.

Xu Qing reluctantly pressed the thermometer under the pillow and asked, "what time is it now?"

"More than three."

"Come here, lie down."

“……”

"Come up."

Xu Qing pulls the tangled Jiang He to the bed in the dark, covers her with a quilt, holds her waist and is ready to continue to sleep.

"You must have searched some messy, but I can't believe it on the Internet. I'm not feverish either. I'll go to bed as soon as possible, and I'll see if I can go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Then I, I..."

"Sleep like this, lest you come and touch me later."

“……”

Jiang he stares at the ceiling. After a while, he moves his feet and sticks them together with Xu Qing's feet to feel the temperature on him carefully.

It's like... It's not as hot as you think.

"If you rub me again, I won't be able to sleep." Xu Qing felt that her act of rubbing her feet was tantalizing.

Even though I know what she is doing, I still have this feeling.

"You're not afraid to give it to me?"

"I'll just let you experience what a cold is, so that you won't feel like I'm going to die if I have a cold and fever in the future." Xu Qing has no good temper.

Jiang He didn't talk. Xu Qing didn't seem to be seriously ill.

If it was serious, he would not think so.

After relaxing, Jiang he closed her eyes. The spring bed in the utility room here is very small. It's a single bed. It's a bit crowded when two people sleep. She can only be encircled by Xu Qing like this.

Feeling Xu Qing's hand on his stomach, Jiang he stretched out his hand to press him across his clothes and slowly fell asleep.

All night long.

The next day, when Xu Qing woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. Jiang He didn't know when he ran away. He was the only one left on the bed.

After stretching out of bed and going out of the living room, a peculiar smell of ginger permeated the room. Jiang He felt out his head from the kitchen when he heard the movement: "I boiled ginger water."

"I don't want to drink it. It's hard."

"No, you want it."

Jiang He came out with a big bowl and saw Xu Qingmei jump.

For this thing, he refused, although you can eat coriander or something, but ginger is really no way to enjoy, when eating, you have to pick it out.

But it seems that Jiang He can't refuse.

Finally, after washing, Xu Qing was forced to drink a large bowl of ginger soup by Jiang He holding his arm. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, Bah, bah, bah.

Jiang He also drank a bowl with him to prevent colds.

"Do you want to sweat with a set of fists?"

"No, I just want to be quiet for a while. Go and play games."

Xu Qing is lying on the sofa in a blanket, with a runny nose, a mouse in one hand and a tissue in the other.

I feel weak all over, and the cold is getting worse.

As you know, when you get better, either you don't get sick, you will be more seriously ill all your life

"Really want to sleep separately, you don't want to leave me, crowded into my bed in the middle of the night, really will infect you."

"I didn't squeeze into your bed!" Jiang He didn't expect that this man should be turned upside down and said, "it's you who are holding me!"

"If you don't want to, can I move you?"

"... shut up."

Jiang He doesn't want to talk to him.

When does she want to hit this man.

"You'll live there in the future. Don't move." After a pause, Jiang he added.