Chapter 309 Only fools catch cold

The New Year is approaching, and the ingredients in the refrigerator are piled up, including cheap cured meat, and expensive dried abalone, shark's fin, and bird's nest...

It's a pity It is dried abalone and cannot be cooked directly.

After a long day of cleaning, Anting was actually tired. He didn’t want to spend too much time on dinner, so he simply made a cured rice rice to fill his stomach.

Twenty minutes later, Anting turned off the fire and wanted to bake the cured rice again.

Taking advantage of this gap, he walked up to the third floor, intending to wake up Song Ci.

It’s getting dark.

There are no lights in the room.

This girl sleeps a lot.

An Ting walked into the girl's room and turned on the light. When he saw the girl sleeping in bed, she was wrapped up in a ball with a quilt, her pretty face flushed.

“Song Ci, I’m coming in.”

The moment the words fell. " Hmm..."

At first, Anting laughed at the girl's confusion.

But soon, he realized something was wrong, tilted his head and said: "Why is your voice so hoarse? Are you sick?"

This guy should Don't you have a fever?

Between words.

The young man quickly walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He originally wanted to use his own hands to touch the girl’s forehead and check the temperature. However, he had just cooked and his hands were wet with water. The temperature was too low. , unconscious.

Nothing can be found.

After a brief hesitation, Anting lifted his own bangs, then lifted Song Ci's bangs, and brought the former close to the latter.

Song Ci didn’t mind the boy’s sudden offense and stayed obediently.

"A little hot..."

In order to determine the temperature, Anting walked to the living room, took out an emergency medical kit from under the coffee table, took out the thermometer, and folded it again. Return to Song Ci's room and put the heat probe under Song Ci's armpit.

Actually...

Song Ci is conscious, but a little confused.

Except for the two times when she was drunk, Anting had never seen her acting coquettishly or complaining. At this moment, she was quite well-behaved.

　“Do you feel uncomfortable?”

　Before answering this question, Song Ci first asked, "Are uncle and mother back?"

"No, they may not be back tonight."

Hearing this sentence, Song Ci coughed twice, pretended to be calm, and said: "I'm okay, I'm not particularly uncomfortable."

"You guy...actually just don't want to cause trouble to the adults, so Why don't you ask me this first?"

As the time spent together increased, Anting claimed to know this girl very well. The latter asked this question deliberately, and also deliberately said that she was fine.

Afraid of causing trouble to adults.

Uncle An and mother are not coming back, so it is impossible for them to rush back just because they have a fever.

Song Ci lay on the bed and did not answer.

An Ting scratched his head, with a black line on his forehead, and said: "It's really not cute at all."

A girl who is too strong is not cute at all.

　“You’re not cute…”

　“Hey, why are you still arguing?”

　“Just pout!”

　"I lose, stop talking, your throat must be inflamed."

　"Well..."

　……

Nearly ten minutes passed.

An Ting asked Song Ci to take out the thermometer needle from her armpit. She happened to be sitting on the quilt, which may have restricted her movements. In addition, when she had a fever, she suffered from backache and back pain, which made her unable to exert herself. , a pair of small hands just can't reach out and touch the heat probe.

An Ting was too worried and didn't realize that the reason was because he was sitting on the quilt. In desperation, he reached out directly, opened the girl's collar, and took out the heat probe.

The heat probe exudes a mixed smell of sweat and laundry detergent.

Whether it smells good or not is another matter, but it does have a magical power that can induce youthful hormones and even weird desires.

"Rogue..."

An Ting was shameless and said: "Yes, yes, if you don't want to be eaten up by the gangsters, then get better quickly, like Same as usual."

"Hum~"

It should have been a cold hum, but in the case of throat inflammation, it became soft.

An Ting was not that obsessed with sex. He did not look at Song Ci. Instead, he focused on the thermometer, squinted his eyes and said, "38.7℃, I have a fever. I am indeed an idiot."

Song Ci was weak, but sick, and retortedSaid: "It's the fool who has a cold, I just have a fever."

"Song Ci, you... Thanos snaps his fingers, everyone is gone, but his mouth is still there."

Song Ci doesn't follow American comics and hasn't watched "Avengers 4". Although she doesn't understand the joke, she can still hear that the other party is mocking her for being tough.

"Ni... is the one who talks so hard..."

His voice has changed, it's so cute.

Anting had no time to savor this cuteness and had to think about his next move. He frowned and said seriously: "You can't just leave such a high fever alone. As expected, you still need to go out and get an injection." …”

With a common cold and fever, there is no need to go to a large hospital in the city.

There is a health station in the town. Small problems like this are usually solved there.

An Ting thought the same way and took Song Ci to the health station for an injection.

Unexpectedly.

Upon hearing the word injection, Song Ci's delicate body on the bed trembled, she reached out and grabbed the corner of Anting's clothes, shook her head, and said excitedly in a hoarse voice: "No injection!!!"

Even if you are lying in bed unable to move, you still have to say that sentence in a decaying voice - no injection!

An Ting, who had just stood up, turned around and looked at the girl with complicated eyes, dumbfounded and said: "You are even afraid of injections..."

Song Ci was partial to He turned around, his eyes wandering, and said: "It's so cold at night, and riding a motorcycle will probably make it even worse. It's better to be still than to move. It's better to rest at home, cough cough cough..."

Song Porcelain always has a set of theories, but he cannot hide his true self.

Looks perfect, but in fact there are flaws all over.

Afraid of the dark and pain...

Anting was too lazy to refute, and followed her advice, saying: "Then I will find you antipyretic medicine. You can continue to rest after eating. I I’ll cook some white porridge for you and eat it when you wake up.”

At Song Ci’s strong request, Anting gave up taking Song Ci out for injections.

Anyway, take some medicine first. If the effect is not good, go out and get an injection.

Hearing that no injection was needed, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly: "Okay."

"Then I will go out to find medicine first."

　Then.

An Ting is in trouble.

Although my father died of illness in his previous life, he is in very good health in this life.

There is no business failure, no ruin of the house left by grandpa, no drinking and smoking, second marriage to first love(It should be regarded as first love), feeling like a spring breeze, and having a strong body.

Anting's health is also very good. He can't remember the last time he got sick. The father and son live together and there is no need to prepare medicine at all.

In desperation, I can only place my hope in Aunt Song.

"Aunt Song should be prepared..."

An Ting walked into Aunt Song and his father's room, rummaged around, and found antipyretic medicine.

It’s just that… the fever-reducing medical items found are a bit hard to describe…

“Anti-pyretic suppositories…?”

Anting took a look at the instructions for use. I couldn't help but feel even more helpless, not taking it orally.

How could Aunt Song prepare this type of medicine?

No.

Maybe it’s because the number of floors in Anting is low.

It was precisely because Aunt Song knew that her daughter was afraid of pain and did not like taking medicine that she deliberately prepared the medicine in this way.

When the young man returned to Song Ci's room, the latter was half asleep and half awake. He felt it with his forehead again and found that it seemed hotter and more confused.

　“Hey, Song Ci, can you hear me?”

　“Well...”

　“I only found this, you Can it be used?"

"Hmm..."

Although the girl is talking, she doesn't seem to be alive.

　"Then I'll go out and you can solve it yourself."

　That's for sure.

Anting is a boy and cannot help in this situation.

After speaking, Anting placed the medicine on the bedside and planned to go out.

Before I could walk out of the room, I heard a thump behind me. When I turned around, I saw that this confused king had fallen off the bed.

An Ting hurriedly walked back, helped her back to the bed, and said: "Really, if you can't do it, don't hold on."

"An Ting, I have a little bit. It’s uncomfortable.”

Anting was even more helpless, what kind of thing was this.

At this moment, the young man looked at Song Ci, who was unconscious on the bed with a red face, dry lips, and fell into a brief thought. Then he said in an awkward tone: "How about... I can help you figure it out. Did you?"

Upon hearing this, the sick Song Ci was greatly shocked and sobered up a little.

In fact.

Song porcelain is not realShe was delirious and had a fever of only 39°C, but not to this extent.

It’s not impossible to just force yourself and solve it yourself.

But...Song Ci nodded and said: "Well..."Song Ci has always been a perfect girl, no matter academically. , or in life, she rarely makes mistakes, and Anting is her mistake, a mistake she has never been willing to face head-on.

She was thinking, should she face it head on?

You are my mistake.

What happened next cannot be described in detail...