??“ ......" Yan Ling's heart tightened, looking at his face that had gone from pale to gradually red, gritted his teeth, and helped him up from the ground.

With the help of the staff who caught up, Yi Haiyin was helped back to the room.

When Yi Haiyin was put on the bed, she was already soaked with sweat, but her hand was still tightly held by Yi Haiyin and refused to let go.

As if worried that if he let go, she would leave......

"Mrs. Yi, the doctor has arrived." The manager of the manor led a private doctor into the room, and after examining Yi Haiyin, his brows tightened.

"The patient has such a bad fever, how can he still let him blow the wind? Aren't you afraid of burning out your brains? ”

"How is he now? Do I need to be taken to the hospital? Yan Ling's heart was raised in his throat for a moment, and he didn't dare to reply when he was scolded, so he asked anxiously.

She didn't know why Yi Haiyin didn't want to go to the hospital, but if he really had a high fever that didn't go away, she had to send him to the hospital.

"Try a fever reduction injection first, if the fever subsides, it's fine, but you must not let him blow the wind again!" The doctor opened the medicine box quickly and took the medicine to Yi Haiyin to prick the needle.

Seeing that the potion was delivered into Yi Haiyin's blood vessels, Yan Ling's eyebrows twisted and his hand tightened.

Every few minutes, I couldn't help but touch Yi Haiyin's forehead.

I was relieved to find that the temperature of his body was slowly receding.

"Young people can't rely on their physical strength, so they toss around, and when the fever subsides, they have to let him rest well, and someone has to watch him at night, so that his high fever does not recur, and when he wakes up, give him something nutritious, and he should be fine."

After the doctor finished explaining, he left with the medicine box.

"Is there a kitchen here?" Yan Ling looked at the doctor who was leaving, and suddenly looked up and asked.

The people in the manor saw that Yi Haiyin had been holding her hand, and they all believed in her identity as Mrs. Yi and were very cooperative.

The manager who rushed to hear the news quickly spoke, "Yes, there is a kitchen next door, there is a complete kitchen utensils in it, what ingredients do you need, I will let someone prepare it." ”

"Prepare some fresh ribs and carrots." Yan Ling opened his lips lightly, thanked the manager, and then turned his head and continued to look at Yi Haiyin.

His fever subsided, and he slept deeply.

The handsome face is not bloody, but it is still charming.

Yan Ling sat quietly on the edge of his bed, watching him fall asleep, and couldn't help but reach out his hand to paint his angular face.

When his fingertips touched the peak of his eyebrows, Yi Haiyin seemed to feel something, and frowned slightly.

She quickly retracted her hand and stuck out her tongue.

Hearing the manager say that the ingredients were ready, she carefully pulled her hand out of Yi Haiyin's palm.

Cover him and walk towards the kitchen.

The doctor said that he had just subsided from a high fever and might not have much appetite, so it would be more appropriate to boil some nutritious porridge.

Yan Ling cleaned up all the ingredients, put them in a casserole, and boiled the porridge over a slow fire.

After the porridge was boiled, he turned off the fire and walked back to Yi Haiyin's side to guard him.

Yi Haiyin seems to have not had a good sleep for too long, and he has never woken up from this sleep.

Yan Ling stayed until the end, lying on the side of his bed and falling asleep.

"Ling'er...... Ling'er ......"

In the middle of the night, as if she heard the sound of someone talking, she woke up suddenly, only to find that it was Yi Haiyin babbling.