Recollections of the stars

Chapter 22 High fever 38 degrees
Helping her change her clothes, Ye Xinchen covered her with the quilt again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took her into his arms, and held her gently.

His embrace was very light and full of love and compassion, which made her feel less uncomfortable in her body.

Her eyes opened slightly, and she felt her consciousness gradually becoming clear.

After living for 24 years, she had only been weak in front of her mother before, and Ye Xinchen was the second person who saw her weakness.

It also made the hard rock-like heart in her body gradually soften.

It turns out that it feels so good to depend on one person.

At least she doesn't have to pretend to be so tired, at least she can also taste the feeling of being taken care of.

Feeling moved in her heart, the big hand around her chest was stable and strong, she lowered her head and kissed it.

It's a very light touch, but like fire, Ye Xinchen's pity in his heart is even deeper, he hugged her tighter, and said to her, "Persist for a while, the doctor will be back soon."

"En" she replied, staring blankly at the front, feeling the reliable embrace.

He stopped talking, but he was blaming himself for hurting her today.

He only wanted to vent, he just wanted to rush to conquer her, and he kept ravaging and bullying her.

I hate myself like this.

The two were silent, and after a few minutes, Mama Liu's voice came, "Sir, Dr. Zhao is here."

The two looked out the door. Mama Liu was followed by a middle-aged doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed spectacles, looking quite calm.

Seeing outsiders coming, Zhiyi wanted to break free from his embrace, but Ye Xinchen didn't give her a chance, he tightly circled her, not letting her escape.

"Mr. Ye, take this lady's temperature first." Then, Dr. Zhao opened the medicine box and found a brand new thermometer.

Ye Xinchen took the thermometer and inserted it into Zhiyi's mouth.

Zhiyi feels like a helpless little girl, while Ye Xinchen is like her own adult, taking care of her meticulously.

"Mother Liu, go and order the kitchen to make a bowl of pear soup for Miss Cheng." Ye Xinchen looked at Mother Liu and ordered.

"Okay, sir" Liu Ma responded and left the room.

Although there were three people in the large room, it was silent, and they didn't speak to each other until a few minutes later, Ye Xinchen took out the thermometer from Zhiyi's mouth.

On the thermometer, the red number "38.7" was particularly eye-catching. Ye Xinchen frowned and said, "She has a serious fever, 38"

Hearing his words, Zhiyi's confused eyes were filled with surprise. It seemed that she hadn't been sick like this for many years. How could it be such a coincidence that she was sick at his house this time.

"Mr. Ye, give this lady a drip." Dr. Zhao turned back to prepare.

"It shouldn't be a big deal, right?" Ye Xinchen asked worriedly.

"It's nothing serious, just concentrate on recuperating for a few days," Dr. Zhao replied very easily.

Ye Xinchen looked down at her, her beautiful face was haggard, she really didn't know how she spent the day, she said she had something to call him.

How stupid.

Zhiyi leaned in his arms and still didn't speak, but at this moment she felt that her body was much better, and her mind was no longer so heavy.

The liquid needle pierced Zhiyi's hand, but she didn't feel the slightest pain, probably because she was numb from the pain during the day.

After the drip was finished, the doctor left, and Mama Liu came with a bowl of pear soup.

(End of this chapter)