Zhou Mo raised his hand to test it out, and it was indeed the same warmth as her palm.

Chen Peng's forehead was cooler.

"I'll get the thermometer, you can measure it."

Zhou Mo reminded: "Disin it first."

"..." Chen Pan knew that Zhou Mo had a cleanliness obsession, although after she used it, Zhou Mo's thermometer had been disinfected.

Zhou Mo is not an absolute cleansing eroticist, but he only shows cleansing erotic in some aspects.

Chen Pan could understand, so she dipped gauze in alcohol, carefully wiped the thermometer, and handed it to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo took it and looked at the mercury column below the red scale and clamped it under his armpit.

"Price time."

Chen Pan turned around and went to find his cell phone, unplugged the charging cable, and turned on the timer.

Ten minutes later.

Zhou Mo took it out, "Thirty-seven degrees and five, it's okay."

"What does it mean? Is it okay to have a fever if the temperature is low?"

Zhou Mo: "Don't take cold medicine for this temperature, just physically cool down."

Chen Pan had no choice but to eat first, and after dinner, you go lie down for a while. If you feel uncomfortable, I will take you to the hospital."

Zhou Mo nodded, and was listless.

In just less than two days, she and Shen Pan changed their identities.

Yesterday she was still taking care of Chen Pan, but today she became Chen Pan.

The fever is really uncomfortable, and Zhou Mo has already started to have headaches.

This is a typical symptom of her cold.

"No, my head hurts so much, I can't stand it anymore," Zhou Mo felt really uncomfortable. Her head seemed to be filled with hot boiled water, which was swollen and painful. She put down her bowls and chopsticks.

"No, you can eat something."

Zhou Mo waved his hand, "My throat is like burning, and I can't swallow it."

She felt that she could spit fire at any time.

Chen Pan felt a little distressed when he saw that she didn't want to eat a bite of food, so he sent her to bed to rest.

As soon as Zhou Mo touched the pillow, he fell asleep in a daze.

Chen Pan finished his meal quickly and cleaned up the dishes.

I went to the bathroom to buy a towel, and wiped Zhou Mo bit by bit as Zhou Mo took care of her the night before yesterday.

Then he took alcohol and applied it to Zhou Mo's palm, arms and neck.

Nine o'clock.

Lu Zhishu called and the train was delayed.

Chen Pan said anxiously: "Why are you so inch? I just happened to be sick, Zhou Mo is sick again, now I have a fever, and my forehead seems to be getting hotter and hotter."

Lu Zhishu was surprised: "How could it be? She still..."

He scolded people with great spirit.

Chen Pan: "Why can't it be? She has been taking care of me for almost two days, and she cooked for me and took me to the hospital. Last night, I was hospitalized for infusion. She saw me all night, but she didn't have much rest, and the robot couldn't bear it."

Lu Zhishu comforted him: "Go to Dongjiang immediately, and I will definitely go back immediately when I reach Dongjiang."

Chen Ying was anxious: "Hurry up."

Put down the phone.

Chen Pan touched Zhou Mo's forehead again, and it was as hot as a stove.

She took the thermometer, sanitized Zhou Mo, "Momo, can you test it again?"

Zhou Mo responded in a daze, and his body did not respond at all.

Chen Pan had no choice but to pull Zhou Mo's arm, turn on her collar, and put the thermometer in it.

Her hands burned when they touched Zhou Mo's skin.

It's over, the temperature is rising.

Chen Pan had just experienced this situation, but she was the one lying down, and she was unconscious.

At this moment, the person who cared for people became her, and she realized how scared Zhou Mo was yesterday.

She was so unsure that she was so panicked.

Lu Zhishu Hui didn't know when, but in a hurry, a person suddenly appeared in his mind - "Han Chen".

Yes, he is a doctor, he must have a way.

Chen Pan did not have Han Chen’s contact information, so he could only read Zhou Mo’s mobile phone.

Zhou Mo's mobile phone is unlocked with a pattern. Starting from the upper right corner, it circles around the outermost point clockwise, and the last two points are not connected.

Chen Pan has always known it.

Click on the call record and found Han Chen's number. The call record was several days ago.

She dialed the number, and the phone beeped twice and quickly connected.

"Momo, I haven't figured it out yet..."

"Han Chen, Zhou Mo has a fever..."

The two of them were talking at the same time, but they were stunned at the same time.

Chen Pan first reacted.

"It's me, Chen Pan, Zhou Mo has a fever. At my house, should I be sent to the hospital or what? What should I do?" Chen Pan said anxiously.

"Where is your home?" Han asked in a deep voice.

“Economic Development Zone, Ganding Apartment on Hexi Road, Building 18, 603.”

"I'll go over right away," Han Chen asked, "Have she taken her temperature?"

"It's measured right now," Chen Pan: "It's measured around seven o'clock, 37 degrees and 5 degrees. It's hotter than before. By the way, it should be the one I transmitted to her. Yesterday I was influenza and had a fever." His tone was full of apology.

"It's the season when the flu is high recently," Han Chen didn't mean to blame.

One hour later.

Han Chen rushed to Chen Pan's house.

"You are finally here," Chen Pan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief the moment he opened the door. At this time, he saw a doctor, which was almost the same as seeing a life-saving straw.

"Come and have a look," Chen Pan led Han Chen to the bedroom.

As soon as Han Chen entered the door, he saw Zhou Mo lying on the bed, weak and white in his face.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, probably because of a headache.

This is also Zhou Mo’s old habit, and he will have a headache when he catches a cold.

Han Chen stepped forward and directly pressed Zhou Mo's forehead with his big palm, "How much did you measure just now?"

Chen Pan: "It's thirty-eight."

Han Chen reached out to touch Zhou Mo's neck temperature, which was much hotter than his forehead, and it was full of sweat.

Chen Pan asked worriedly: "What should I do? Should I take her to the hospital? Yesterday I was thirty-eight degrees and Momo took me to the hospital."

"No," Han Chen: "I'll take her back."

Chen Pan didn't know whether he should believe him or not.

"The hospital is not a good place. It is not comfortable to live in a germ," Han Chen: "I will take her to my place first. It is close to the First Hospital of Dongda University. I can go to the hospital at any time."

"It makes sense." Chen Pan didn't understand these things either. Anyway, Han Chen was a doctor, so I believe he was right.

Han Chen lifted the quilt, helped Zhou Mo get up, and hugged her horizontally.

Zhou Mo was as soft as an earthworm, burning her so hard that she was confused and could not use any force at all. She was just lying on Han Chen's shoulder.

She was like a stove, and even the breath she exhaled was hot.

The nose was pressed against Han Chen's shoulder, and the hot breath was like a wave of heat, rushing to Han Chen's sternorrhea, making people feel pain and itchy.

Chen Pan helped open the door and drove the elevator, and took the two of them downstairs.

He also helped to open the passenger door.

Han Chen put Zhou Mo in, adjusted the angle of the backrest so that she could feel more comfortable, and then fastened her seat belt.

"I'll leave it to you." Chen Pan said.

Han Chen nodded and said politely and politely: "Goodbye."

After getting into the cab, the car drove away.

Chen Ying looked forward to leaving the blue and black BMW and couldn't help but sigh, are doctors making so much money nowadays?

This car is good, and I will draw it in the comics after looking back.

I was still conceiving a story in my mind, and my phone suddenly rang.

"Dear," Chen Pan said: "Have you arrived in Dongjiang?"

Lu Zhishu: "Just leave the station, how are you?"
Chapter completed!