Song Wuyou had a fever, which was caused by the infection of the wound on his arm.
Dislocated, bruised, infected.
This result made Gu Yanhao very puzzled.
They are all in plaster, how can they get infected
Could it be that when Song Wuyou took a bath last night, the plaster was wet
After the doctor left, Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou, "You are not allowed to take a bath tonight."
"I don't plan to take a bath tonight." It's all burned up, so why take a bath
After a while, the nurse took oral medicine and infusion.
Gu Yanhao personally fed Song Wuyou the medicine, and the nurse helped her make up the infusion and cleaned her wound.
Seeing her red and swollen elbows and bleeding from the wound, Gu Yanhao's eyes darkened.
It's so swollen, it hurts, right
A coldness quickly flashed through his eyes.
Damn woman!
After the nurse cleaned the wound, he reapplied the cast.
After the nurse went out, Song Wuyou lay on the bed for infusion.
She stared blankly at the liquid in the medicine bottle, dripping drop by drop from the transparent tube.
"What are you thinking?" Gu Yanhao asked in a deep voice.
"I didn't think about anything." Song Wuyou replied lightly.
"Do you want to eat something?"
"The mouth is bitter and light, and I don't want to eat anything."
"No." Gu Yanhao's expression was serious: "If you lose your appetite, you have to eat something. If you don't eat, it will be difficult for your body to recover."
"Then you still ask me? Just buy me something to eat." Song Wuyou didn't want to talk at all.
"Millet porridge?" Gu Yanhao asked.
"Yeah." Anyway, the mouth is bitter and tasteless, and there is no taste in anything.
"I'll go out and buy it now." Gu Yanhao got up and grabbed the coat on the sofa.
"..."
"Lie down obediently and don't move around." Before leaving, Gu Yanhao told him worriedly.
"..." Song Wuyou couldn't help but rolled her eyes, she is infusion, can she move around
After Gu Yanhao left for about three minutes, Mu Gu came.
He came in with a brown food box.
Not seeing Gu Yanhao, he asked in surprise, "Where's Ah Hao?"
"Go out and buy me porridge." Song Wuyou looked at him, frowning slightly.
Mu Gu stood in front of the bed, raised the food box in his hand, and asked with a sunny smile: "Wuyou, guess what delicious food I gave you?"
Song Wuyou felt uncomfortable due to the high fever, and said calmly, "Beggar's Chicken."
Mu Gu was startled: "How do you know?"
Song Wuyou smiled faintly, "I smelled it."
Mu Gu was surprised: "Smell it?"
He put the food box close to his nose and sniffed, "I packed it so well, only a faint smell overflows, so you can smell it, your nose is really good."
Mu Gu took out the food box, his peach blossom eyes flashed, "Try it quickly, whether the beggar chicken I made is delicious or not."
As soon as the lid of the food box was opened, a familiar smell came out.
Song Wuyou pulled it worryingly, turned his head, and fixed his eyes on the Beggar Chicken in the food box.
The color and taste are all familiar.
Ask her to do it in her previous life, there is no difference.
"I opened it all up, it's more convenient for you to eat small pieces." Mu Gu lifted the food box to Song Wuyou's eyes.
Song Wuyou looked at the chicken in the box with mist in his eyes.
"You can also beggar chicken?" Song Wuyou's throat was a little choked.
"Why can't you do such a simple thing?" Mu Gu saw that she was getting an IV drip, so he simply picked one up and brought it to her mouth.
The chicken that was so close at hand made Song Wuyou, who had no appetite, swallow his saliva.
She knew that chicken should not be eaten if one has a high fever.
However, she misses this taste very much.
She couldn't help it, opened her mouth, and ate the chicken that Mugu fed her.
"How is it?" Mu Gu's peach blossom eyes flashed with an expectant smile.