C20 Febrile Fever

Zhang Qing called the chicken back into the chicken coop, and turned around to look at the door of Guo Jingjing's room. The sky had already darkened, and before turning on the lights in the room, he could see a big lump of food coming out from the thin blanket. Zhang Qing pursed his lips, it seemed that he was going to the noodle shop at the entrance of the village to eat a bowl of noodles.

He had to help his son cook a bowl as well! His son had not eaten for a day.

Therefore, Zhang Qing carefully opened his mouth and shouted: "Jing? Do you want some noodles? "

Guo Jingjing did not reply. Instead, he scratched the back of his head, unsure if he should go in and call him.

"Aren't you going to eat? Jing, I know you're tired, but it's not good for your stomach to not eat anything. You said that, so do you want to sleep after eating? "

The person on the bed seemed to have a reaction. The blanket was pushed up slightly, and Zhang Qing waited happily. The person on the bed snorted twice, but there was no reaction.

He pushed open the door, and gently walked over. Reaching out his hand, he pulled down the quilt covering half of Guo Jingjing's face, and shouted: "Jing?"

Zhang Qing wiped off Guo Jingjing's face and wiped away some sweat on his hand. Zhang Qing was startled, and immediately switched on the light switch on the wall. When he saw Guo Jingjing's pale face, Zhang Qing's face also turned pale.

"Jing? You... What's the matter with you? "Are you not feeling well?" Saying that, she placed her palm against his forehead, "So hot!"

Guo Jingjing was burning with regret. When Guo Jingjing returned, he felt that something was wrong with his face, he should have brought his men to Doctor Wang's place to have a look!

"Jing, are you feeling very uncomfortable? Daddy will get you medicine, don't be afraid. "

Zhang Qing turned around and rushed into the living room. He rummaged through the cabinets of the table before finding the antidote and the antidote, poured himself a cup of hot water and rushed back into the room. He placed the medicine and water on the bedside and sat on the bed to help Guo Jingjing up.

"Jing be good and eat some medicine."

Zhang Qing fed Guo Jingjing medicine and also fed him some water. Guo Jingjing frowned, half opened his eyes in a daze, and called out, "Father …"

"En, I'm here, I'm here, Jing is not afraid, Daddy will protect you."

Zhang Qing hugged Guo Jingjing just like how he was when Guo Jingjing was little, hugging him tightly. Every time Guo Jingjing got sick, Zhang Qing would feel even more insecure than him, he would always have to hug Guo Jingjing tightly in this way. Guo Jingjing was already feeling very uncomfortable, but he had never said anything.

Zhang Qing nodded with his eyes red, then nodded and said: "Then quickly go to sleep, you just need to sleep for a while."

"Yes."

Guo Jingjing closed his eyes tiredly, his eyelashes wet with sweat.

In the middle of the night, Guo Jingjing's fever did not subside, but instead became more and more severe. Zhang Qing had been sitting beside him the entire time, and seeing that his face was flushed red, his lips started to dry as if he was going to skin up, and if this continued, he would become stupid. Zhang Qing was so anxious that he would cry.

Zhang Qing did not like to drink alcohol, the white wine under the bed was secretly given to him by the Madam Zhang a year ago, he said that her eldest son brought back the Erguotou from Beijing, being old and expensive, Zhang Qing did not care whether it was expensive or not, and immediately wiped Guo Jingjing's body.

Guo Jingjing was so scared that he could not even hear what he said. Zhang Qing helped him take off his clothes and saw the familiar scars on his body. He was so scared that he threw the wine bowl and sat down on the ground trembling.

"What …" "How could this be …"

Moreover, Zhang Qing had already experienced it himself, and he knew the taste better than anyone else. Thinking back to the time when he had been in bed for half a month, and had finally revived after drinking porridge for half a month.

But Guo Jingjing? He thought about it, and realized that even tears were flowing out of Zhang Qing as he crawled up. He took the remaining half of the wine and filled a bowl with it, and tore off a new towel to give Guo Jingjing a quarter of the wine. He then wiped his body an inch with it.

After wiping it away, Guo Jingjing's back was covered in tears.