Mr. Bo, please stop

Chapter 63
The wound on Qin Xiaoai's head was not too big, but because of her lack of cooperation, it was also a little inflamed. Although it was bandaged now, her whole head still hurts badly, like a needle prick. She stayed in the room all day long, From time to time, she would read a book, play a game, and the servant asked her to eat, but she ignored it...

In fact, Qin Xiaoai was very hungry, but with the injury on her head and the injury on her hand, her heart was too tired, she didn't have the heart to eat at all, she felt like a useless person.

In the afternoon, the doctor came to check her up. The wound on the back of her hand is basically fine. As long as she doesn’t touch it, it will recover in a few days. The last thing I was afraid of was that Qin Xiaoai showed signs of fever...

The temperature was gradually rising. Bo Yiheng had instructed Qin Xiaoai not to have any problems. Seeing that it was almost time for Bo Yiheng to get off work, Qin Xiaoai had a fever...

"Miss Qin, you have a low fever. I need to give you a drip to help reduce the fever." The doctor said to Qin Xiaoai, and then started to prepare the bottle.

Qin Xiaoai frowned, it's just a low-grade fever, maybe it's because of the hot weather, as for... But thinking of Bo Yiheng's words: the injury is completely healed, you can leave!

There is no objection, and I don't know what's wrong with Bo Yiheng, just let her go, and I have to wait for the wound to heal... If I had known, I would have done it lightly yesterday. long sigh...

After hanging the two bottles of drip for two and a half hours, Qin Xiaoai felt uncomfortable all over. The back of her hand was extremely cold when the drip was injected into her body. Even in summer, she could feel the cold current passing through her body.

When Bo Yiheng came back, he didn't see Qin Xiaoai. He thought she was making a fuss again, or left, and was about to question the servant, but the servant had already walked over quickly and said, "Young Master, Miss Qin has a low fever and is in the upstairs room. Put some drips on!"

"How do you do things? Low-grade fever? Isn't it all right?" Bo Yiheng frowned, and when he heard her on the IV, there was only one feeling in his mind, that is, Qin Xiaoai's injury had worsened again...

The servant took a few steps back in fright, and quickly explained: "No, the doctor said it was a low-grade fever caused by the wound, not serious..."

Nothing serious?They are all on the drip, but it's not serious. Bo Yiheng glared at the servant, as if his eyes could kill people, and strode directly upstairs. Dao, if you have the ability, tell me it's not serious."

What the hell, a bunch of trash, really left him, couldn't do anything well, Bo Yiheng rushed into the room directly, but Qin Xiaoai fell asleep beside the bed...

Bo Yiheng frowned slightly, and walked over lightly, seeing that the potion in the hanging bottle was about to run out, and was about to pull it out for her, when the doctor came.

Bo Yiheng made a silent movement towards the doctor, leaned down, gently pulled out the needle on the back of her right hand, and pressed it with a cotton swab.

The doctor quickly packed up his things, and before he left, he didn't forget to tell Bo Yiheng: "Miss Qin hasn't eaten all day, and she has been given a drip. She should be fine."

Bo Yiheng frowned, hadn't eaten all day... nodded to let the doctor go out, checked for himself, made sure that there was no blood on the back of her hand, and then threw the cotton swab into the trash can...

(End of this chapter)