Jiang He's face was full of worry.

This person is so good, how could he have complications such as myocarditis, encephalitis, and rhinoma...

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

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

"Wait, stop! Let me go! If you keep tossing me, I will really die!"

Xu Qing pulled her quilt tightly and was dragged to the bed by Jiang He.

"Calm down, don't be anxious, just let go."

After spending ten minutes explaining to Jiang He what the cold was about, and ensuring that the medicine he had just taken was very effective and that all he needed to do was take a nap, Xu Qing finally made Jiang He give up the idea of ​​taking him out.

By the way, he went to the cabinet and found a thermometer and tucked it under his arm. Xu Qing sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt, and Jiang He sat on the side and looked at him.

"Is it really okay if you wrap yourself up in quilt in the summer?"

"As long as I sweat, I'll be fine. I wrapped myself in a quilt to better relieve the sweat. As long as I don't have a fever, I don't need to go to the hospital."

"What about this?"

"This is used to test whether I have a fever. Touching my forehead is of no use. You can only touch it if the temperature is too high. This can be accurate to 0.1 degrees."

Xu Qing leaned on the bedside and patiently explained, tearing up a tissue to wipe his nose. The cold got worse as time went by. Just now it was just a little stuffy, but now it's a runny nose.

"The fever is serious, right? Do you want me to get you a towel and put it on your forehead?"

"No, there is high technology now, so you don't need to make a fuss. My physique is no better than yours. I only had one cold in the past year...it's quite rare. It's easy to catch a cold when the seasons change."

He took out the thermometer and took a look. It was 37.1°C, which was a little bit feverish. The armpit temperature was usually around 36. Xu Qing thought about it and went out to the living room to drink a large glass of water. When he came back, Jiang He was taking a hard look at the thermometer.

"Look at it this way, do you see the thin line? If it reaches around 38, it means you are sick. Now it is only 37, which is within the normal range. You can rest assured and go back to bed quickly. Stop searching blindly on the Internet."

"You didn't suddenly turn 40 in the middle of the night, right?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing's words were dull now.

"If I turn 40, I'll probably burn out like a fool. It's impossible. I need to sleep now to recuperate."

"oh."

Jiang He looked at him worriedly as he lay down, stretched out his hand to cover him tightly with the quilt, and then touched his forehead. Seeing Xu Qing stuffing two pieces of paper into his nose to prepare for bed, he hesitated for a moment before closing the utility room.

lights and let him have a good rest.

The most uncomfortable thing about a cold is nasal congestion, especially if one nostril is blocked. When you lie on your side, the lower nostril becomes blocked, and when you turn over, it will become the other one. This is very annoying, so Xu Qing used two pieces of paper to block it, and used his mouth like this.

Breathing makes it easier to fall asleep.

Xu Qing didn't feel too stuffy at all in the hot summer when she was covered tightly with a thin quilt. The main reason was that she and Jiang He had just shared the same bed for a few days, and now they moved here alone. She felt a little bit disappointed, so she still hugged her.

It feels more comfortable to be able to touch her when we reach out together...

Sleeping until midnight, Xu Qing felt dazed and felt someone touching him. He reluctantly woke up from his sleep. The paper ball stuffing his nostrils fell out of nowhere. He opened his eyes and looked in the darkness.

The ceiling was silent for a moment before he said, "What are you doing?"

"ah?"

Jiang He's dark shadow paused, "I... will see if you have a fever."

"Have you finished reading?"

"It seems a little hot. Do you want to take another test?" Jiang He fumbled with his hand and put in a warm object. It was a thermometer. He didn't know how long Jiang He held it for, but the cold glass turned into a thermometer.

It must be hot.

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

"It's past three o'clock."

"Come here, lie down."

"..."

"Come up."

Xu Qing pulled the tangled Jiang He to the bed in the dark, covered her with a quilt, held her waist and prepared to continue sleeping.

"You must have searched some random things again, but I can't believe it on the Internet. I don't have a fever either. Go to bed quickly. I'll see if I go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Then I, I..."

"Just sleep like this, lest you come over and touch me again later."

"..."

Jiang He stared at the ceiling. After a while, he moved his feet and touched Xu Qing's feet, carefully feeling the temperature of his body.

It seems...it's not as hot as expected.

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

Even though I knew what she was doing, I still felt this way.

"Aren't you afraid of giving it to me if you get sick?"

"I just give you a taste of what a cold is, so that you don't think I'm going to die if I get a cold or a fever." Xu Qing said angrily.

Jiang He stopped talking. It looked like Xu Qing was not seriously ill.

If it was really serious, he would definitely not think so.

After relaxing, Jiang He closed her eyes. The spring bed in the utility room here was very small. It was just a single bed. It was a bit crowded for two people to sleep. She could only be held in Xu Qing's arms like this.

Feeling Xu Qing's hand on his stomach, Jiang He stretched out his hand to hold him down through his clothes and slowly fell asleep.

A night of silence.

The next day, it was already nine o'clock in the morning when Xu Qing woke up. Jiang He ran away at some point, leaving him alone on the bed.

He stretched out and got out of bed and went out to the living room. A unique smell of ginger filled the air. Jiang He heard the noise and poked his head out of the kitchen: "I boiled ginger water."

"I don't want to drink it, it tastes terrible."

"No, you want to drink."

Jiang He came out with a large bowl, which made Xu Qing's brows jump.

He refused this thing. Although he could eat coriander and the like, he really couldn't enjoy ginger. He had to pick it out when eating.

But Jiang He seemed unable to refuse.

After finally washing up, Xu Qing was forcibly pinched by Jiang He's arm and poured down a large bowl of soup made with shredded ginger. He spat out the remaining ginger shreds in his mouth.

Jiang He also drank a bowl with him, which can prevent colds.

“Would you like to do a set of punches to get sweaty?”

"No, I just want to stay quietly for a while. You can go play games."

Xu Qing was lying on the sofa with a blanket, his nose constantly running, holding the mouse in one hand and resting on a tissue with the other.

I feel weak all over and my cold is getting worse.

You know that after your physical condition improves, you either don’t get sick, or you get more serious when you get sick...

"We really need to sleep separately. Don't be reluctant to leave me. If you squeeze into my bed in the middle of the night, I will really infect you."

"I didn't squeeze into your bed!" Jiang He didn't expect that this person would actually hit him, and said angrily: "It was obviously you who pulled me!"

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

"……Shut up."

Jiang He didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She wants to beat this man whenever she wants.
Chapter completed!