Shu Nuan shook his head, tried to calm down, looked at Qingzhi, and coaxed softly: "If you don't drink the medicine, Qingzhi will be in great pain." Then, his throat was so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
She was a lively little child yesterday, but now she was sitting on the bed skinny, feeling uncomfortable and in pain.
He begged her humbly, but the little guy couldn't even drink the medicine.
But she still forced Qingzhi to drink.
Qingzhi didn't want to be disobedient and make Shunuan worried, so she finally plucked up the courage, pinched her little nose, frowned tightly, and was fed the medicine by Shunuan one bite at a time.
After taking the medicine, Shu Nuan found that Qingzhi's eyes were wet, and her clear pupils were filled with tears, looking very pitiful.
Shu Nuan felt very distressed. Even though he asked his subordinates to buy a can of candy, when Qingzhi ate the candy, he finally rubbed his eyes and Shu Nuan held the little guy in his arms. The little guy's body was still glowing. It was hot. She had asked the imperial doctor before if she could prescribe some fever-reducing medicine, but the imperial doctor refused, saying that it would aggravate the poisonous erosion.
Shu Nuan thought and rubbed the bones of her little hands, "Does it hurt?"
Qingzhi sucked in the snot and nodded, while eating sweets she whispered, "It hurts."
Shu Nuan lowered his head and touched the little guy's head, rubbing it against the little guy's head. He was even more uncomfortable than Qingzhi, and he couldn't even say anything to comfort Qingzhi for a while.
She can't even handle her own emotions well...
"Shu Nuan, am I sick again?" Although Qingzhi is still very young, she has known that she will always get sick since she was sensible. Every time she gets sick, she has to lie on the bed for a long time.
Therefore, the little one could feel that this time it was not just a fall. She felt that she was sick again, and this time her illness seemed to be more serious than before.
Although Qingzhi didn't know what was wrong with him.
During dinner, Wen Jian sat at the dining table obediently and waited for Qingzhi to come, but in the end only Shunuan came. Wen Jian got up, looked at Shunuan, and asked worriedly: "Aunt Nuan, Qingzhi" Where is my sister?"
"Qingzhi feels a little uncomfortable, so go to sleep first. Don't worry, Jane."
Wen Jian pursed her lips and couldn't help but said: "Aunt Nuan, I want to see sister Qingzhi."
Shu Nuan didn't say anything more this time. He nodded lightly and said, "Okay, when Qingzhi wakes up tomorrow morning, I will bring her to the main hall to find you. But don't worry, Qingzhi just caught the wind and cold."
When Shu Nuan comforted the document like this, it seemed that she was also comforting herself. She hoped that Qingzhi really just contracted the cold...
At night, Qingzhi coughed half-consciously. Shunuan comforted the little one for a while but it didn't get better, so he quickly got up and boiled hot water. When the temperature was moderate, he picked up Qingzhi. Qingzhi coughed and called her in a daze, "Shu Nuan..."
"Shu Nuan is..."
"My fingers hurt..."
Shu Nuan opened Qingzhi's cuffs while crying. During the day, it was just a small purple hand. Now, one right hand is covered with large and small purple patches. There is no good skin, and even the fingers are red. There were purple patches on his face, and several of Qingzhi's fingers were trembling with pain.
Shu Nuan gently held the little guy's trembling hot hand, suppressed the voice that was about to cry, and coaxed in a low voice: "Mom, help you rub it. Qingzhi, can you drink some water? Your throat is hoarse from coughing. ”