"Why doesn't the fever go away?"

Jian Yumin touched Jian Yiling's forehead every once in a while, and most of the bottles were hung up, why was the temperature still so high.

The old lady is also anxious, but it is useless to be anxious, this medicine will not be able to be cured immediately, and it will take a process to reduce fever.

Jian Yiling felt that his body was very heavy, and he had a nightmare in a daze.

In the dream, she was the former Jian Yiling, lying on the hospital bed when she was seriously ill, looking through the mobile phone address book, but there was no one to contact.

She knew she was dead, but she didn't know who to say her last words to.

In a trance, Jian Yiling woke up and saw the same ward as in the dream.

"Are you awake?"

Jian Yumin's voice beside him interrupted Jian Yiling's thoughts.

Jian Yiling turned his head to look at him.

Jian Yumin was still wearing pajamas and looked at her worriedly.

The old lady on the sofa in the ward also stood up.

"How are you, little girl?"

The old lady came over.

Jian Yiling reacted that he was sick.

She forgot that the resistance of her body was already poor, and she couldn't withstand her tossing so much.

"It's okay."

Jian Yiling spoke, his voice was softer than usual, and his words were difficult to speak.

"What's okay, it's clear that there's something!" The old lady was distressed and uncomfortable, "The doctor said that you have been burning for a while before you burn out, are you uncomfortable in the middle of the night and endure it?" ”

The old lady guessed correctly, Jian Yiling felt uncomfortable when she was busy last night.

She didn't want to alarm her family, so she went straight to sleep.

Jian Yiling didn't answer, and the old lady knew that she had guessed.

Looking at this small lump on the hospital bed, the old lady's tears were about to fall: "You are angry with me!" I can't say it when I'm sick and uncomfortable! My old woman is still young! Will you be afraid of tossing in the middle of the night? Look at you now, it's been a long time, and the gastroenteritis is out! Now it's okay, you can drink white porridge! I won't give you anything delicious! ”

After the old lady finished speaking, she went to the door of the ward and asked the butler who was waiting in the corridor to bring her something sweet, and asked for candied fruit, sugar, and some snacks, and reported a basket.

Jian Yiling turned his head to look at Jian Yumin again.

Jian Yumin said: "I don't know how you eat, it's so big and so light, it doesn't take much effort to bring you over." ”

Jian Yiling looked at Jian Yumin's pajamas, slippers and hairstyle.

Jian Yumin's gray-white hair is messy at the moment, like a chicken nest.

Looking at him like this, he should have been in a hurry when he went out, he didn't have time to change his clothes, his hairstyle was not neat, and he was unkempt.

He is an idol star, and if he is photographed when he goes out, he can be regarded as black material.

"Thank you, thank you......"

Jian Yiling, who had a dry throat, had some difficulty speaking.

Jian Yumin showed a smile to Jian Yiling, "Say thank you to my brother, if you are Brother Xie, get better quickly, look at your face now, it's ugly." ”

After Jian Yumin finished speaking, he seemed to realize that what he said might not be right.

So he added: "I mean you look better when you are blushing, and now, you are not very ugly." ”

Jian Yumin knew that she really didn't have the talent to coax girls, so she took out what she was best at:

"Oh, if you are bored, will my brother sing to you? My brother sang to others and asked for money. ”