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Chapter 851 Bitter Meat (Part [-])

the next morning.

Fang Ya'an stood at the door, hesitating whether to knock, but she finally knocked on Ning Zhaoyi's door.

After knocking for a long time, there was no response, Fang Ya'an knocked louder, "Ning Zhaoyi, don't forget what I told you, you will move out today."

"Of course, you don't have to worry about living, I've already found it for you." Fang Ya'an stuffed a piece of paper under the door, "This is the house I found for you, take a look, if you think it's not suitable, I'll You can find it again."

I don't know if the people inside heard it, but she has been waiting for the response in the room.

After a long time, there was no sound in the room, Fang Ya'an knocked on the door again, "Ning Zhaoyi, did you hear that?"

For some reason, Fang Ya'an panicked, she knocked on the door continuously, "Okay, okay, you don't have to leave, but open the door first."

She had promised not to drive him away, but the people in the room didn't respond to her. Fang Ya'an panicked and hurried to find the spare key for his bedroom.

In the process of looking for the key, she took it wrong several times, and her hand trembled a little when she aligned it with the key socket.

When the door was opened, the person was lying on the bed. When he heard the sound, there was no response when he moved on the bed.

"Ning Zhaoyi!" Fang Ya'an hurried in and pushed back the quilt.

Ning Zhaoyi appeared naked, naked.

He felt that his body was getting cold, but he frowned uncomfortably, and desperately leaned towards the place where the quilt was.

Seeing the naked man, she quickly pulled off the quilt and covered him. Before she could be shy, she anxiously touched his hand, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay...I'll lie down for a while and move out in the afternoon." His voice was weak and weak.

Fang Ya'an touched his forehead, it was very hot, his face was covered with sweat, and his lips were pale.

As if feeling the hand on his forehead, he grabbed her hand and pressed his face against her hand, "Uncomfortable."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you just have a high fever." Fang Ya'an wanted to walk away, but he didn't let go, Fang Ya'an withdrew his hand cruelly, "Don't be willful, I'll go find medicine."

In a daze, Ning Zhaoyi saw her back walking away, and his eyelids drooped in disappointment.

she left.

However, she came back again.

She put a cold thermometer under his armpit, "Hold it, let me take your temperature."

Ning Zhaoyi tightened her armpits cooperatively, and when the time came, Fang Yaan pulled out the thermometer and developed a high fever, which was still severe.

The figure approached again and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand fell on his forehead again, calling him softly, "Get up and take your medicine."

Ning Zhaoyi opened his eyes in a daze, his body was limp and he had no strength.

A hand fell on his neck, and he put the pillow under it, "Hey, open your mouth to take medicine."

Ning Zhaoyi opened his mouth mechanically, stuffed two pills into his mouth, the bitter western medicine melted in his mouth, he frowned, his stomach was overwhelmed.

All kinds of discomfort hit him, and he tried his best to hold back.

"Hurry up, drink water." A glass of water was brought to his lips, Fang Ya'an supported the bottom of the glass, "Be patient, okay, don't spit it out."

After taking a few sips of the water in the glass, the drowsy man suddenly pushed her away, fell to the bedside and vomited.

I vomited out all the medicine I just took.

Ning Zhaoyi is not hypocritical, but he has a hypocritical problem, that is, he can't take western medicine, and he vomits when he eats it. Every time he gets sick, he can only go to the hospital for injections and drink Chinese medicine, or stay at home to heal himself.

Right now, he has a high fever, and it is impossible to recover automatically. By the time he recovers automatically, he will probably have a fever.

"If you can't do it, you have to bear it." Fang Ya'an stuffed two pills into his mouth again, covered his mouth, "Be obedient, swallow it."

There is no water, the pills are in the throat, the bitterness continues to disperse, and the stomach is overwhelmed.

Fang Ya'an couldn't make him spit out, and wanted to let go of his hand to feed him water, but before he let go, he started to vomit.

The ground was in a mess, but he still didn't take the antipyretics.

Fang Ya'an panicked and wanted to send him to the hospital, but she couldn't carry him as a woman, so she had no choice but to call her private doctor, "Come here."

The people over there were worried: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

"It's not me, it's Xiao Ning. He has a high fever." Fang Ya'an didn't have time to explain to him, "Come here quickly."

"it is good!"

Fang Ya'an stopped feeding Ning Zhaoyi medicine, and went to bring him a basin of cold water to cool him down.

The towels and cold water were constantly changed, and some crushed ice cubes were put in it.

Fang Ya'an changed the towel for him, and wanted to cook some porridge to cool down until he got up to eat, but was grabbed when he got up.

"Sister." Ning Zhaoyi grabbed the corner of her clothes and held it tightly, his hands were shaking, "Sister, don't go."

"I won't go." Fang Ya'an said that she would not leave, she stayed by the bed for a long time, and her body couldn't stand it, so she moved a little. The person lying on the bed thought she was going to go, and held her tightly .

She changed her posture, Ning Zhaoyi put a pillow on her leg, and muttered in a low voice: "Sister."

When Dr. Zhao rushed over, he saw Ning Zhaoyi clutching Fang Ya'an's clothes, he was taken aback for a moment and I soon returned to normal.

"Miss, how is he?" Dr. Zhao put down the medicine box.

"I don't know, come and take a look." She was about to get up from the bed, but Ning Zhaoyi grabbed her hand tightly.

She glanced at Dr. Zhao and shrugged.

Dr. Zhao went to take Ning Zhaoyi's temperature, and then put him on a drip. The needle pierced into his blood vessel. He didn't even frown, but when she moved her body, all his muscles tensed up.

"Miss, he just has a high fever. Don't be too nervous. Is it possible for such a big person to burn out? It will be fine when the fever subsides."

First the doctor packed up the bottles and cans, took a look at the vomit on the ground, went outside to get tools and came in to clean the house.

After cleaning up, Dr. Zhao asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." There was a patient, and she couldn't find time to cook.

Fang Ya'an felt that Master Zhao could show off his cooking skills, so he specifically confessed: "Cook a bowl of clear porridge, and he can eat it after he wakes up."

"I really owed you in my previous life. Not only did I have to practice medicine, but I also had to cook." Dr. Zhao glanced at the boy who was pillowed on her lap, and went out to cook porridge helplessly.

Zhao Tingran is not only the family doctor of the Fang family, but also a good man who can go to the kitchen below the hall.

Zhao Tingran went to make breakfast, while Fang Ya'an watched over Ning Zhaoyi to hang water, and changed his towel to help him cool down.

When the temperature dropped, Zhao Tingran came in with clear porridge, and Fang Ya'an asked him to put it on the cabinet.

"I'm going out, call me if you need anything."

After they left, Fang Ya'an pushed Ning Zhaoyi, "Get up and have some porridge."

Ning Zhaoyi's symptoms eased, and he was not as uncomfortable as before. He opened his eyes and looked at Fang Ya'an, who was obedient and docile like a child, "Sister."

(End of this chapter)