Chapter 163

Lin Jiangxia always took Zhan beiheng back to the hospital ward.

Put him on the hospital bed as a Buddha. Don't let him move. She herself went to the nurse to ask for trauma medicine, came back, pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

"Does it hurt?"

"No pain." Zhan beiheng answered very simply.

But when she touched the wound on his cheek with a cotton swab dipped in liquid medicine, his facial muscles still twitched slightly.

That proves that it will still hurt!

"Brother Zhan, you are not a child anymore. Why are you still fighting with others?" She opened her eyes and treated the wound for him seriously, with a slight taste of criticism in her tone: "don't say pain, why be so brave!"

"I'm not the one who picked the trouble."

Lin Jiangxia said at a glance, "if you want to listen to other people's lectures, you should listen well. Why do you tear up other people's brochures?"

"I have no interest in those things." Zhan beiheng gritted his teeth and looked like a rebellious teenager.

She sighed and gently pulled up his hand. There were a lot of scratches on the position of the joints on the back of her hand.

She just looked distressed, sucked her nose hard and gently wiped the potion.

"In short, brother Zhan, you are not allowed to do such dangerous things in the future."

"Is it dangerous?" He asked.

"Of course it's dangerous. Is there anything more dangerous in the world than fighting?" Lin Jiangxia stared with big eyes and couldn't understand Zhan beiheng's brain circuit.

Does he still think fighting is a normal thing? It's unreasonable.

"I will win." Zhan beiheng said, "it's not dangerous."

"Even if you win, sometimes..."

At that moment, Zhan beiheng sneezed and interrupted Lin Jiangxia's words.

She raised her head, looked at Zhan beiheng in amazement, opened her eyes and said, "brother Zhan, have you caught a cold?"

"No." Zhan beiheng frowned and said, "I never catch a cold."

"Nonsense, how can someone never catch a cold?" Lin Jiangxia got up in a hurry. The back of his hand could not wait to stick it on his forehead. Then he screamed out: "ah, brother Zhan, you really have a fever!"

"I'm fine."

Zhan beiheng said that he wanted to get up.

Perhaps it was because of the high fever, and his movement to get up was really too fierce, resulting in dizziness, which made his body stagger at that moment.

Lin Jiangxia hurriedly hugged his waist with both hands, which was regarded as stabilizing his body.

"Don't show off if you're uncomfortable! Lie down! Otherwise I will be really angry! " Lin Jiangxia was distressed and worried. His tone was naturally much heavier when he spoke.

Although Zhan beiheng frowned, he still lay down as she said.

She pulled the quilt for him, covered his tall body steadily, patted him on the chest and said, "lie here and I'll call the doctor. Remember, if you try to get out of bed and run around, i... "she thought for a moment. She didn't know what brother Zhan would be afraid of and what to threaten him with? After turning his head for a few circles, he decided to say, "I won't talk to brother Zhan for a month. I'll do what I say. I'm not kidding!"

After speaking, he also made an exaggerated expression showing his teeth.

Zhan beiheng looked complex. Fortunately, he nodded slightly and then coughed twice.

Although it was only two slight coughs, Lin Jiangxia's heart seemed to be caught and hurt badly.

He hurriedly called a doctor to measure Zhan beiheng's temperature.

High fever, 39 degrees seven.

When Lin Jiangxia heard this value, he was so surprised that his chin almost fell to the ground.

"How... How could it be so high!"

The doctor quickly wrote on the case splint with a pen, speculated and said: "it may have been a little cold, and today it rained again, so the condition will get worse."

"So what? What shall we do? " Lin Jiangxia was so anxious that she stamped her feet, and her eyes were full of tears at the moment.

"Don't worry, I'll prescribe the medicine immediately." The doctor looked at Lin Jiangxia in surprise and said, "I'll arrange a blood test, but I think it's just a common viral cold. I don't think you need to worry so much, madam."

After listening to the doctor, Lin Jiangxia wanted to punch the doctor's bald forehead.

What he said is easy. It's not your fiance who is emotionally ill. But probably because as a doctor, he has seen too many complex and even serious cases, a small cold, of course he won't be surprised.

The doctor left.

Lin Jiangxia sat beside the hospital bed with a distressed face, held Zhan beiheng's hand and said, "brother Zhan, how do you feel?"

"Stay away from me." He coughed.

"Ah?" Lin Jiangxia was stunned and suspected that she had heard wrong.

"The doctor said it was a viral cold. If you are so close to me, it will infect you." Zhan beiheng coughed hard and looked very painful.

Lin Jiangxia frowned, raised her chin, looked at death and said, "I'm not afraid of being infected. Brother Zhan, just infect me. Maybe brother Zhan can recover immediately after he infects me! "

Of course, she didn't just talk. After that, she leaned down, most of her body next to his chest.

"Don't make trouble." Zhan beiheng wants to push her away.

But perhaps because of a cold, he didn't even have the strength to push her away.

The nurse came and took Zhan beiheng's blood.

She frowned and looked at the scalp numb when the thick needle pierced Zhan beiheng's wrist skin. She fully collected the blood of three syringes, and the little nurse who sucked human blood left with satisfaction.

Lin Jiangxia pressed the bleeding hole for him with a cotton swab and rubbed it gently. Her eyes refused to move away from Zhan beiheng's cheek for a moment.

High fever seems to make Zhan beiheng's consciousness enter a chaotic state.

The blood test report came out soon. It was just a viral cold. There was no other infection.

Lin Jiangxia was relieved. Zhan beiheng, who was still sleepy in the hospital bed, was still a little flustered.

He didn't even eat dinner. He just drank some water and fell asleep again.

Despite the infusion, the high fever still didn't subside in the evening.

As night fell, Lin Jiangxia ran to the hospital bed, curled up beside him, turned sideways and looked at him.

It was so close that she could almost directly feel the hot temperature on his skin.

"Thirsty..." Zhan beiheng suddenly opened his mouth.

"What?" His voice was so low that she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Thirsty, very thirsty." Zhan beiheng locked his eyebrows, but he didn't open his eyes, just muttered.

"OK, I'll pour you water." Lin Jiangxia jumped out of bed eagerly.