Chapter 593

She must have scratched the wound on his hand when she broke free just now.

"Your hand is bleeding." Song Qingcheng quickly turns back and holds his bleeding hand to check his injury.

Her nervousness is reflected in her actions.

Ji Zhengting has a moment's charm, especially when he touches her soft hand. Yiru used to be soft and tender. Unfortunately, he hasn't touched her hand for a long time.

Even now, he can't.

"Let's go!" Ji Zhengting slightly coagulated his eyebrows, and seemed to be impatient to pull out his hand from her, with a low tone.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, I just felt that the brain went into a short blank, and then recovered. She angrily took back her hand in the air. She just felt a little funny because she was nervous.

"Let's have a good talk sometime!" Song Qingcheng didn't leave, but thought it was a good time for negotiation.

About children, we must sit down and make it clear. It's impossible for her to give the child to him, no matter what.

"About what?"

Song Qingcheng frowned and looked at him.

He asked, "what are you talking about?" It's only right to ask when you know it.

"Child, I can never give it to you." Since he asked clearly, she would make it clear. Anyway, sooner or later, she would make it clear.

"Don't even think about it!" Four words, there is no room for change.

"Why?"

"He's my son."

"He's my son, too. It's the flesh and blood that I raised and never left me for a day. What qualifications do you have now to rob him of me? "

"I don't want to tell you that now."

"But..." As soon as song Qingcheng opened her mouth, she noticed that the child on the bed was not very stable. Her little hand had been thrown out of the quilt and her breathing was a little heavy.

The child's situation made her feel bad at first. She quickly went to the bed, holding the child's small hand, found that the child's hand was a little cold, but his face was red.

She tried again with her hand on the child's forehead. Bad, the child's forehead is very hot, is it a fever?

"Do you have a thermometer?" Song Qingcheng asked Ji Zhengting, who had already come.

Ji Zhengting has guessed the child's condition, he didn't make a sound, just walked out of the room.

Song Qingcheng lights up the room and wants to observe the child's condition carefully. It's OK not to turn on the light. As soon as the light is on, the child's red face scares her.

"Trouble Trouble? " She lifted the quilt from the child and patted him on the face, trying to call him.

Xiaobaozi didn't respond, and he could obviously feel his breathing getting heavier and heavier. Song Qingcheng a little closer to him, you can feel his breath is hot.

What to do? What should I do?

A heart began to uneasily jump up, jump of her mind, restless.

There was a footstep at the door. Ji Zhengting came back with a small box in his hand. She rushed to him and grabbed him. "The child may have a fever."

Of course, Ji Zhengting knew that the child might have a fever, but he was surprised to see that she was so anxious.

"Don't worry. Take your temperature." He held her hand in reverse, holding the medicine box in one hand and holding her back to the bedside in the other.

To tell you the truth, he frowned when he saw xiaobaozi's red face. Don't think too much. Take out the thermometer and take a look at the temperature for the child. If it's very severe, send it to the hospital.

Song Qingcheng was watching. He didn't know what to do.

Xiaobaozi was healthy from small to large, and she only had a fever once, but it was not as serious as now, so she was afraid and worried.

It's a high-grade thermometer, so the result is measured in a few seconds. Song Qingcheng came and asked, "how about it?"

"38.5 degrees." Ji Zhengting showed her the number of words on the thermometer. Song Qingcheng's legs softened as soon as she heard it. Where did she want to see it?

Compared with her anxiety, Ji Zhengting is calmer.

there is a knock on the door.

"Sir, I've got the ice and the alcohol you ordered." The housekeeper stood at the door and didn't come in directly.

"Bring it here."

The housekeeper handed the things in. Then he looked at the child on the bed, "Sir, the young master seems to be burning a lot. Would you like to see a doctor?"

After all, there is still a distance from the big hospital. In case of emergency, I'm afraid it will delay time.

"Observe first." Ji Zhengting hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Good." And he retired.

"Ji Zhengting, you'd better call the doctor. It must be hard for the child. " Song Qingcheng just seems to react, grabbing him and saying to him anxiously."Don't worry. Let's cool down the children's physics. I'll call Lu Qing to ask." Ji Zhengting comforted her.

Song Qingcheng's thoughts are messy now, or he can't think about it by himself. When he said that, she nodded and took the ice bag from his hand to cool the child.

However, the temperature of the ice bag scared her again, "is it too cold?"

A cold a heat, can you hurt child brain?

"No, the kids need to cool down now."

Song Qingcheng nodded, "OK." Holding the ice bag, carefully placed on the child's forehead.

Xu is touched by a different temperature, do not know is comfortable, or uncomfortable, the child moved restlessly.

"Baby, be good. Don't move. Mom is cooling you down. It won't be hard soon." Song Qingcheng spoke to the child in a low voice.

Ji Zhengting looked at him, and his eyes inadvertently scratched a trace of smile.

Next, song Qingcheng has been helping the children cool down with ice bags. After taking his temperature for the second time, he found that it didn't go down, but went up a little bit. Ji Zhengting also picked up the alcohol and rubbed it on his child.

Worried that alcohol would hurt the child's skin, he specially mixed some water into the alcohol.

"Leave these to me. Call Lu Qing and ask her what else she can do." Song Qingcheng saw that the child's fever did not subside, and his heart was more anxious and uneasy. Take the alcohol in his hand and let him call.

Ji Zhengting did not dare to neglect. After all, the child is still young. If the fever does not subside, he must be sent to the hospital immediately.

He took the phone and went outside to call Lu Qing.

After the phone got through, it rang several times but was not answered. This point, under no special circumstances, is naturally sleeping.

"Chief executive, are you envious that we are on our honeymoon and deliberately harass us at this time?"

It's not Lu Qing who answers the phone, but Lu Youlin.

And the wheezing sound of the other end of the phone is a little heavy. Through the phone, the ambiguous smell faintly exists. At this point, you don't have to think about what others are doing.