Gu Jun shook his head: "I have no appetite." ”

Ye Xingbei coaxed him: "Why do you have to eat some, eat more to have resistance, you don't want to be so sick and crooked, let me serve you, right?" ”

"No," Gu Junzhu said, "I think it feels very good to be served by you." ”

"......" Ye Xingbei raised his eyebrows: "Looking for a beating, right?" ”

"Okay," as a patient who was served, Gu Wuye compromised aggrievedly: "Then drink some porridge, a little thinner, preferably only soup without rice." ”

Ye Xingbei hehe, he glanced at him, wanted to get up and go to make porridge, but he grabbed his hand: "Let the kitchen do it, don't go, boiling porridge is not a technical job, let them work, you accompany me." ”

Ye Xingbei sat back next to him and called the kitchen: "...... Boil some porridge, put more rice, and boil longer...... Yes, it should be thick. ”

Gu Junzhu: "......"

All right.

He is sick, and he has to work hard to serve his wife, and he listens to his wife.

Gu Jun drank the porridge one by one, and sweated again.

Ye Xingbei asked him to take his temperature again.

Thirty-seven degrees five.

Ye Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief again, but he was not completely relieved.

Situ Jinse's high fever has been repeated in the past few days, and it has come down after taking medicine, and the effect of the medicine has risen, and he has been tossing and turning for several days, and he has not completely recovered.

She was worried that Gu Junchai would be like that.

But fortunately, the flu is not an incurable disease after all, and it is good to survive for a while.

What made Ye Xingbei most relieved was that Gu Junzhu's back didn't hurt as much as last night.

The pain in his back couldn't find a cause, there was no targeted way, and the pain looked like it would kill him, which was the most terrible.

Gu Junchai himself is also very content.

The discomfort of the flu is like the difference between a drizzle and a pouring rain compared to the pain in the back.

The old wound on his back had been done many times, and it was the first time it had healed so quickly.

He couldn't help but ask Ye Xingbei: "Is there any origin of the old Chinese medicine doctor who taught you massage?" My dad used to hire a lot of professional masseurs for me, but it didn't help relieve the pain in my back, but last night your massage seemed to work. ”

He hadn't committed this dark injury for a long time, and he wasn't sure that he was recovering quickly, so the pain was relatively short this time, and Ye Xingbei's massage worked.

"It's not a big deal, is it?" Ye Xingbei briefly described the process of her learning massage.

Gu Jun sighed one by one, "Ye Xingli paid the tuition for a house for you, and it took you to learn such a massage technique, which is not too big?" ”

"This is also my luck," Ye Xingbei said: "It was abroad, Chinese medicine declined, no one believed it, and people were willing to teach, otherwise our domestic masters of Chinese medicine have money, and people can't look down on a house." ”

"It makes sense, but the key is to get the right symptoms," Gu Junzhu said: "My father has also invited me for a few Chinese medicine experts, and he is still helpless against my injury, Ye Xiaobei ......"

He held Ye Xingbei's hand, "If this injury is really relieved by you, it means that the two of us are a natural pair, right?" ”

Ye Xingbei found that his palms were covered with sweat.

She suddenly realized that this person must be afraid that she would worry, and he was here to gag her.

She frowned and put her hand on his eyes: "Don't talk, recharge your energy, eat something for a while, and continue to sleep after eating." ”<