Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 72
Looking back suddenly, a dark and cold face came into view, and a chill emanating from the man penetrated into her heart like an electric current.

Fear arises spontaneously, avoiding his eyes and not daring to look at him.

"Where do you want to go?" The voice was low and angry.

"Of course I should go home when the fever subsides..." Wen Ti'er dared not speak loudly. In fact, at this moment, she was so weak that even her voice was weak.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Qiao Chengxun didn't allow it. Instead, he held it even tighter, and put his other hand on her forehead.

Still piping hot.

Damn, is this called a fever?This woman's brain is burned out.

Without saying a word, he picked her up by the waist, turned around and walked back to the ward.

Wen Ti'er realized the direction he was walking, and struggled anxiously, "I want to go home, you put me down!"

"Don't move around." The man sternly stopped.

Wen Ti'er shrank her neck in fright, and her body calmed down strangely.

Back in the ward, Qiao Chengxun gently put her back on the hospital bed, and only said: "I'll call the doctor, you'd better stop walking around."

Finished talking and left.

Wen Ti'er sat obediently on the bed, she caught a glimpse of a porridge on the table out of the corner of her eye, and was a little puzzled, where did this porridge come from?
Not long after, Qiao Chengxun brought the doctor, "Treat her right away."

"Yes, Mr. Qiao, be safe and don't be impatient." After all, the doctor is a person who has experienced countless life and death, even under the oppression of Qiao Yama's powerful aura, he can still maintain his composure.

He took off the needle of the infusion tube, replaced it with a new one, and then wanted to grab Wen Ti'er's hand.

Wen Ti'er hid on the other side of the bed like a frightened kitten, shaking her head repeatedly, "I don't want an injection, can I take medicine?"

The doctor looked a little helpless, and persuaded: "Miss Wen, you have a fever of 40 degrees, and you will recover faster with an injection. Taking medicine may not necessarily reduce the fever."

"40 degrees..." Wen Ti'er was taken aback, no wonder she always felt her head was heavy.

Just as he was fascinated by his thoughts, Qiao Chengxun walked up behind her and said in a deep voice, "Are you afraid of injections?" There was clearly a hint of teasing in his tone.

Wen Ti'er's face was slightly hot, but she insisted on speaking confidently: "Who doesn't have anything to be afraid of..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Chengxun suddenly bent his face, clasped her chin, and pressed his lips down.

Wen Ti'er's head exploded with a buzz.

What is Qiao Yanwang doing?

I wanted to struggle, but unfortunately my body couldn't exert any strength because of the fever.

The man put his arms around her waist, grabbed her right hand with his other hand, and stretched towards the doctor.

Seeing this, the doctor immediately understood, and tacitly held the girl's hand.

Wen Ti'er was in a state of struggling, her small hands clenched into fists consciously, and the doctor found the location of the blood vessels with ease.

After sterilizing the virus, he inserted the needle in quickly and accurately.

Depend on!
it hurts!

The girl frowned, feeling an urge to throw the needle away.

Don't get sick again next time you beat her to death, my head hurts!
Seeing this, the doctor tactfully withdrew and closed the door for the two of them.

Qiao Chengxun's heart ached inexplicably.

His wife had a fever, and he suddenly realized the problem.

(End of this chapter)