Jiang He's face was full of worry.
This person is very good, how could he have complications such as myocarditis, encephalitis, rhinoma...
Was she going to be a widow before she got married
"Come on, let's go find the doctor..."
"Wait, stop! Let me go! If you continue to torment me, I will really die!"
Xu Qing pulled her quilt tightly, and was dragged to the bed by Jiang He.
"Calm down, don't worry, let go."
After spending ten minutes explaining to Jiang He what a cold is all about, and assuring that the medicine he just took is very effective and he just needs to sleep, Xu Qing finally let Jiang He stop thinking about taking him out.
By the way, I went to the cabinet and found the thermometer under my arm. Xu Qing sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt, and Jiang He sat on the side and looked at him.
"You are still wrapped in a quilt in summer, are you really all right?"
"As long as I'm sweating, it's fine. I wrapped the quilt in order to sweat better. As long as I don't have a fever, I don't need to go to the hospital."
"What about this one?"
"This is used to test whether I have a fever. Touching my forehead is useless. It can only be felt if the temperature is too high. This can be accurate to 0.1 degrees."
Xu Qing leaned on the bed and patiently explained, tearing off a tissue and wiping his nose, the cold got worse as the night went on, just now he was just a little stuffy, but now his nose is running non-stop.
"Fever is serious, right? Do you want to get a towel to cover your forehead?"
"No, there is high technology now, so you don't have to make a fuss. My physique is no match for yours. I only catch a cold once in the past year... It's quite rare. Generally, it's easy to catch a small cold when the season changes."
He took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 37.1°C, and there was a slight fever. The underarm temperature is usually around 36. Xu Qing thought about it, and went out to the living room to drink a large glass of water. When he came back, Jiang He was holding the thermometer and looking at it hard.
"Look at it this way, do you see the thin line? If you get near 38, it means you are sick. Now it's only 37, which is within the normal range. You can rest assured. Go back to sleep and stop searching blindly on the Internet."
"You won't suddenly become 40 in the middle of the night, right?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing's speech was boring now.
"If you become 40, you will probably burn into a fool. It can't happen. I need to sleep and refresh myself now."
"Oh."
Jiang He watched him lie down worriedly, stretched out his hand to cover him tightly with the quilt, then touched his forehead, saw Xu Qing stuffing two balls of paper into his nose to go to sleep, hesitated for a moment before closing the utility room light, let him rest.
The most uncomfortable thing about a cold is nasal congestion, especially one nostril is blocked. When lying on the side, the lower nostril is blocked, and turning over turns into another, which is very annoying, so Xu Qing used two balls of paper to plug it, so that the mouth Breathe and fall asleep easily.
The thin quilt was tightly covered in the summer, and Xu Qing didn't feel too bored. The main reason was that he and Jiang He had just shared the bed for a few days, and now that another person moved here, he felt a little bit disappointed, so he still hugged Jiang He. It's more comfortable to reach out and touch her together...
Sleeping until midnight, Xu Qing was in a daze, feeling that someone was touching him, and reluctantly woke up from his sleep. One of the paper balls stuffed in his nostrils fell out at some point, and he opened his eyes and looked at it in the dark. The ceiling was silent for a moment before saying, "What are you doing?"
"what?"
Jiang He's dark shadow paused, "I... see if you have a fever."
"Have you finished reading?"
"It seems a little hot, do you want to test it again?" Jiang He groped for his hand, and put in a warm object, which turned out to be a thermometer. He didn't know how long Jiang He held it, and the cold glass turned into a thermometer. It's hot.
Xu Qing helplessly pressed the thermometer under the pillow and asked, "What time is it?"
"It's past three o'clock."
"Come here and lie down."
"..."
"Come up."
Xu Qing pulled the tangled Jiang He onto the bed in the dark, covered her with a quilt, wrapped her arms around her waist, and prepared to continue sleeping.
"You must have searched some messy things again, but you can't believe it on the Internet, and I don't have a fever. Go to bed quickly, and see if you can go to the hospital tomorrow."
"Then I, I..."
"Just sleep like this, lest you run over and touch me again later."
"..."
Jiang He stared at the ceiling, and after a while moved his feet to touch Xu Qing's feet, carefully feeling the temperature on his body.
It seems... It's not as hot as expected.
"If you keep rubbing against me, I won't be able to sleep." Xu Qing felt that her behavior of rubbing her feet was teasing.
Even though she knew what she was doing, she still felt that way.
"Aren't you afraid of getting sick to me?"
"I just let you experience what a cold is, so that you don't think I'm going to die if I catch a cold and have a fever in the future." Xu Qing said angrily.
Jiang He stopped talking, and Xu Qing's appearance was indeed not a serious illness.
If it was really serious, he would definitely not think so.
After relaxing, Jiang He closed her eyes. The spring bed in the utility room here is very small. It was originally a single bed. It would be a bit cramped for two people to sleep. She could only be hugged by Xu Qing like this.
Feeling Xu Qing's hand on his stomach, Jiang He reached out to hold him down through his clothes, and slowly fell asleep.
Nothing to say all night.
The next day, when Xu Qing woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. Jiang He ran away at some point, leaving him alone on the bed.
Stretching out of bed and going out to the living room, a unique smell of ginger filled the air. Jiang He poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the movement: "I boiled ginger water."
"I don't want to drink it, it's hard to drink."
"No, you want to drink."
When Jiang He came out with a large bowl, Xu Qing's brows twitched.
For this thing, he refused. Although coriander and other things can be eaten, ginger is really impossible to enjoy, and he has to pick it out when he comes across it when eating.
But looking at Jiang He's appearance, it seemed that he couldn't refuse.
Finally, after Xu Qing finished washing, Jiang He pinched his arms and poured down a large bowl of ginger soup, pih pih pih spit out the ginger residue in his mouth.
Jiang He also drank a bowl with him, which can prevent colds.
"Do you want to sweat a set of punches?"
"No, I just want to stay quietly for a while, you go to play games."
Xu Qing was lying on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, with a runny nose, holding the mouse in one hand and resting on a tissue with the other.
I felt weak all over, and the cold got worse.
You know, after your physique improves, you will either not get sick, or you will be more serious when you get sick...
"I really have to sleep separately, don't be reluctant to part with me, squeeze into my bed in the middle of the night, it will really infect you."
"I didn't squeeze into your bed!" Jiang He didn't expect this person to hit him upside down, and said angrily, "You are the one who is pulling me!"
"If you don't want to, can I pull you?"
"… Shut up."
Jiang He didn't want to talk to him anymore.
She wanted to beat this man up when she wanted to.
"You will live there from now on and don't move." After a pause, Jiang He added.