C43

Peng'er?

Li Yang's hand shook, and the thermometer in his hand fell to the ground.

How could Lu Qimu call her by her name in his dreams?

It was really a bit too funny. Usually, he would even find it annoying when he glanced at her …

Thirty-nine to eight … He must have really lost his mind, which was why he was spouting such nonsense.

This won't do. If the fever goes on, there will definitely be problems. Perhaps there might be some danger of illness …

Li Yang squatted on the floor in front of him, reached out his hand to push him, and whispered in his ear, "Lu Qimu, can you hear me now?"

Lu Qimu didn't answer her. His forehead was covered in sweat, some of it congealing together and tracing the lines of his perfect profile, leaving a large wet mark on the pillow.

His stomach really did hurt, and he kept his hand pressed tight, refusing to let go.

Li Yang thought to himself, he normally looked so cold and indifferent, but he didn't expect that when he was sick, he would look no different from an ordinary person.

It seemed like he needed someone to take care of him as well.

If she ignored him, she really didn't know what would happen.

His current situation was extremely serious, and there was nothing he could do at home. It seemed that he had no choice but to send him to the hospital.

She took out her cell phone from her bag and saw that it was already 3 in the morning.

She had to find someone to send him to the hospital.

She pulled out Si Yu's phone and was about to dial …

There was a sudden thud on the floor, and when she turned to look, he was on the floor, his brow furrowed.

Li Yang hurried forward to help him up.

It was so heavy. Li Yang had to use a lot of effort to lift his body up. He slowly lifted his eyelids …

The pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes swept over the usual coldness, tinged with a trace of haziness and a trace of enchantment … "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwang@@

It was captivating.

She was dazed for a moment, then shook her head and recovered.

"You're sick and very serious, so I'll help you get dressed and take you to the hospital, okay?"

He glanced at her with some difficulty before he reached out his hand to pinch her sleeve. After a while, he managed to spit out two of them out. "I'm not going."

His usually ice-cold voice, at this moment, had actually turned hoarse and seductive, as if it wanted to captivate a person's soul.

Was this really Lu Qimu?!

"If you don't go, you'll be burned."

His grip on her sleeve grew tighter and tighter. His hand was shaking so badly that his lips moved as he repeated the words, "Not going."

What was going on with this man?

He was so burned that his stomach hurt, his whole body was trembling like a stopper, and he still refused to go to the hospital.

No, he was not awake now, and she could not let him do as he pleased.

Li Yang took out his phone again. Lu Qimu suddenly stood up with some effort. Before she could react, he had already stumbled into the washroom.

Soon, Li Yang heard a series of vomiting sounds.

And then there was the sound of the toilet being flushed again …

He threw up?!

In other words, it became even more serious.

Li Yang quickly dialed Siyu's number several times before Siyu answered. Her voice was thick and nasal. "Madam, what's wrong?"

Li Yang directly said, "Mr. Lu, he's sick. Could I trouble you to call the butler to ask him to come over and help out while we send Mr. Lu to the hospital?"

Siyu thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Madam, let me bring the medicine box. Teacher, he won't go to the hospital."

Li Yang instinctively asked, "Why?!"

Si Yu replied, "I'll bring the medicine box up first."

She didn't dare to ask why, since her husband was adamant about not going to the hospital.

After Siyu hung up the phone, Li Yang put down his phone and quickly went to the bathroom.

Lu Chi Mo was half-kneeling on the floor, hugging the toilet bowl, vomiting heavily.

At first, he was able to spit out a few things, but in the end, he could only spit out streams of liquid mixed with a faint aroma of wine …

Li Yang patted his back, hoping that he would feel better …

The door was not locked. Si Yu knocked a few times and walked in with the medicine box.

Lu Chi Mo could no longer spit anything out, his body slanted and fell onto the cold ground. Luckily, Li Yang had reached out in time to stabilize his body with all his might …

Seeing the scene in the washroom, Si Yu was stunned. She covered her mouth and said, "Heavens, madam, what happened to mister?"

Li Yang knelt behind him, both hands resting on his body. "A fever of 39 degrees and 8 degrees, accompanied by the symptoms of abdominal pain. Now you're vomiting until you pass out. Can you not go to the hospital?"

Siyu didn't expect it to be this serious. "But Sir, we never go to the hospital. If we decide to go, and Teacher finds out he's in the hospital when he wakes up, he'll definitely not spare us."

Li Yang frowned. "Life is at stake. We can't care so much now. If he blames me, then say that it was my decision. If he wants to blame someone, then blame me."

Madame is such a nice person, but...

Siyu suddenly thought of something and patted her head. "How could I forget? Mister has a private doctor. Wait for me. I'll go to the housekeeper and get Dr. Zhao to come over. It'll be more convenient."

Before he could reply, Siyu ran out of the room.

She had no choice but to carry Lu Qimu onto the bed by herself.

He had used up almost all of his prehistoric energy.

Even Li Yang himself did not know where she had gotten so much strength.

Doctor Zhao's residence was not far from here. They arrived about 20 minutes later.

He carried the huge medicine chest and quickly entered Lu Qimu's room with Siyu.

He quickly opened the medicine box beside Lu Qimu and did a series of basic checks skillfully. Then, he took off his stethoscope and formally told Li Yang, "Mr. Lu's condition, you need to drip water now."

Li Yang nodded. "Then I'll be troubling Dr. Zhao."

Doctor Zhao didn't say anything else. He squatted down and started to prepare the medicine. Li Yang thought for a moment, then moved the clothes rack nearby over. That way, he could hang the medicine on it.

The needle pierced into Lu Qimu's blood vessel. Dr. Zhao immediately taped the back of his hand and asked, "What did Mr. Lu eat tonight?"

Si Yu shook her head. "I don't know. Teacher did not eat at home."

Then he looked at Li-Yang. "Ma'am, did mister have dinner with you?"

"Nope." "We just ran into each other. We went home together."

Today, Lu Qimu had eaten dinner with Gu Yubai. She really did not know what he had eaten.

Li Yang thought for a moment and had a bad premonition. She carefully asked, "Doctor Zhao, did you count the amount of lamb he ate as roasted?"

Dr. Zhao asked, "By the roadside stall?"

Li Yang nodded.

Doctor Zhao was instantly angered, almost shouting, "How did you become a wife? Don't you know he's not allowed to touch those dirty things? "

Li Yang was so frightened that his shoulders trembled.

Dirty things?!

It really was the problem with the skewer of roast lamb?

However, Lu Qimu had never told her that he could not eat those things.

Furthermore, he knew his own body best. Since he knew that the consequences would be so serious if he were to eat it, why did he want to touch it then?

[What the hell is wrong with him?]

No matter what, this matter was caused by her, it was her fault.

Although she had no idea.

Li Yang lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, Dr. Zhao."

She lowered her head in apology, but Doctor Zhao could not do anything about it either. "Watch him carefully in the future. Don't ever touch anything that you shouldn't eat again."

He reached out to push his glasses, feeling a headache. When the butler called to explain the situation, he had already roughly guessed that he would be able to bring the medicine with him. It was as he had expected.

However, this kind of situation had not happened for several years. He really didn't know what he was thinking. Was it because of the speed of his mouth?! Or was there another reason?!

No matter what, he deserved it!

He knew he couldn't eat it, yet he insisted on eating it …

Doctor Zhao stood to the side and watched for a while. When the liquid was done flowing, he looked a little more relaxed and packed his things before leaving.

Before he left, he explained to Li Yang, "Mr. Lu is still burning, but it's nothing serious. Take good care of him. When he wakes up, feed him medicine."

Li Yang nodded in response, asking Siyu to escort Doctor Zhao out.

Siyu saw Doctor Zhao off and returned to Lu Qimu's bedroom.

Li Yang looked tired. Seeing this, Siyu felt sorry for him and suggested, "Madam, you've been tired all night. Why don't you go back to your room and rest? I'll take care of mister."

"It doesn't matter." Her voice was tinged with fatigue, but she was still forcing herself to stay awake. "Go back and sleep. I'll take care of you here."

"But Madam …"

"It's fine, don't worry …"

"Alright then!"

Siyu left the room and closed the door behind her.

She and he were the only ones left in the huge bedroom.

Lu Qimu's face flushed. Li Yang reached out his hand to touch it, but his body was still very hot. The fever had not completely subsided. Fortunately, his abdomen no longer hurt.

She went to the bathroom, filled a basin of cold water and put two towels in it. Then she carried the basin over and placed it on the bed closest to Lu Qimu.

She bent down, wrung out a towel, and applied it to his forehead.

Every once in a while, she would give him another one.

He seemed to be thirsty and was shouting for water …

Li-Yang took the cup from the table and poured him a cup of boiling water.

It was too hot. She blew a few times before she was able to raise his body and feed him bit by bit.

Occasionally, there would be a wisp that he didn't have the time to swallow, and it would slowly flow down the corner of his mouth …

Li Yang quickly pulled out a piece of paper from the side and wiped it clean for him.

It was only when he pressed his lips together and refused to drink any more that she put the cup down and reapplied his towel.

And so it went on for the whole night.

The next day, Lu Qimu woke up in a state of aching pain.

He rubbed his glabella and propped himself up on the bed with both hands. A wet, cold towel fell on his forehead.

He grabbed the towel and casually tossed it onto the bedside table. However, his sight inadvertently swept over the sleeping woman who was leaning against the edge of the bed.

He looked up at the ceiling and thought back to last night.

Even though he was unconscious, he still had a vague idea of what had happened.

Her gaze once again returned to her body …

She half kneeled on the floor, folded her hands on the edge of the bed, leaned her head on her arm, and fell asleep …

Half of her exquisite little face appeared before his eyes just like that.

Her skin was white and soft, almost transparent, as if it would melt if touched.

Her eyelashes were very long, very clear, as if someone used a pen to meticulously draw each eyelash. They were as thick as a small fan …

Lu Qimu didn't know when he had walked up to her.

When he finally reacted, he had already turned his head slightly to the side and pressed his lips against hers …

Soft, soft, like a cloud...

Sweet and greasy, like sugar...

Her eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes …