I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 201 The thermometer broke, and I lost my fever (alert)
Hearing the thermometer, Feng Xian's expression became unnatural for a moment, "When I was measuring the temperature just now, it broke."

"Broken?" Zheng Ling immediately took out the phone.

"what are you doing?"

"Buy a thermometer." Zheng Ling didn't raise his head, "Ask the takeaway to deliver the thermometer."

Feng Xian: ...

Unexpectedly, there would be an operation of food delivery, Feng Xian stopped Zheng Ling, "You don't need to buy it."

"Ok?"

"I'm already much better." Feng Xian said seriously: "After taking the medicine, I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore."

Zheng Ling:? ? ?
She burst out laughing, "Mr. Feng, how long have you been taking the medicine? It's just an ordinary capsule, how could it be effective so quickly."

He seemed to be resistant to buying a thermometer, and Zheng Ling had a flash of inspiration, "You don't hide your illness and avoid the doctor, do you? Mr. Feng, you need to see a doctor when you are sick."

"No." Afraid that seeing a doctor is something only children would do, Feng Xian lifted the quilt, "It's just that I feel much better already."

"is it?"

Is it right, you can find out at a glance.

Seeing that Feng Xianfei said that his fever had subsided, Zheng Ling stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead.

The old man himself was stunned.

"what are you doing?"

"Let's see if you're really well." Zheng Ling's five senses were very powerful, he touched Feng Xian's forehead, and then reached out to touch his own forehead.

The temperature of the two is actually about the same.

"It seems that the fever has indeed subsided."

There is no need to buy a thermometer, and there is no need to soak the antipyretics downstairs, "By the way, Mr. Feng, have you had breakfast?"

"not yet."

"Then I'll make breakfast first." However, Zheng Ling's level is relatively limited, "You are sick, you should not eat too much for breakfast, just drink some white porridge."

After speaking, Zheng Ling went downstairs.

The medicine she brought in the morning and the water glass she just brought up from downstairs were all on the table beside the bed.

Feng Xian looked at the extra things in the house and was stunned for a while.

Just now he said that the fever has subsided, and the temperature on his body has dropped.

But now-

With his hands on his forehead and cheeks, he felt as if he really had a fever.

hiss.

temperature.

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Ordinary porridge was placed on the rotating table.

Feng Xian put on his down jacket and sat in the restaurant.

Zheng Ling felt that a white porridge was indeed a bit monotonous. She wanted to fry an egg, but considering her limited skills, she made a boiled egg.

The breakfast was rather bland, the porridge was very hot, and the two talked while eating.

"Mr. Feng, no matter how busy you are at work, you have to eat on time." Zheng Ling showed concern, "Especially when the new year is approaching and the weather is cold, overtime should be appropriate."

"I know."

Feng Xian: "Not anymore."

"That's good, lest you get sick."

"You too." Feng Xian felt that he was still in the building at least when he was going to work, and Zheng Ling was really out in the open, "Keep warm and rest."

"You turned to educate me instead." Zheng Ling clicked his tongue, "But it's not me who is sick, it's you~"

Well, Feng Xian, who was pretending to be sick, didn't dare to say anything after hearing this.

Then while talking, Zheng Ling suddenly raised his head and looked Feng Xian up and down for a while.

Feng Xian has a question mark on his head:?

"I don't know why, it feels like after I came...Mr. Feng, your cold seems to be cured all of a sudden?"

Man's hand holding a spoon for a meal.

"It seems to be." Feng Xian also raised his head, his eyes slightly puzzled, "After you came, I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable."

"really?"

"Ah."

　Everyone guessed right, the old man is going to attack.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)