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The car was speeding along. When Han Yi rushed to the hotel, the crew and the doctor had just finished taking Xia Yang's temperature.
The young man who was still sleeping had wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis in bed, with only his head exposed from his whole body.
"39 degrees 1," the doctor put down the ear thermometer and took out antipyretic patches, antipyretics, anti-inflammatory drugs and cold and cold granules from the medicine box.
Han Yi read each medicine one by one and asked, "Does he just have a common cold?"
"Yes, Mr. Han, the temperature has dropped recently. Xiaoxia has caught a cold and caught a cold. In addition, the recent filming schedule has made her tired and high-pressure body even more difficult to bear."
Tang Siming nodded next to him: "Director Guo Da is crazy at work. He is simply inhuman. This is comparable to you, Brother Yi."
Han Yi: "..."
Ignoring Tang Siming's connotation, he sent the doctor away. When he returned, he picked up a box of granules, unpacked them and prepared to boil water.
However, after looking around, I didn't see a water dispenser. I only saw an ancient simple kettle on the corner of the kitchen table.
His face turned dark instantly.
"The hotel is so shabby and there is no water dispenser. Why don't crews like you apply for the Hope Project?"
Tang Siming laughed out loud. This was the first time he saw a cold-blooded boss complaining online.
After laughing enough, he walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Rich Man, I know you feel sorry for your sister-in-law. In this way, I will discuss it with the director later to see if we can change it to a superior room..."
"No need to discuss," Han Yi interrupted him and said firmly, "I will pay for the change to a suite."
Tang Siming: "...Oh, okay."
The world of rich people is so simple, crude and ostentatious.
The rich man went over to boil water with a straight face. Tang Siming took a look at the antipyretic patch, cleared his throat and read out the instructions for use.
"To quickly cool down, please place antipyretic patches on the patient's forehead, armpits, groin and other places."
Han Yi's hand movements froze, and he turned around and asked, "Do you need to stick so many stickers?"
"Hey, let's take a multi-pronged approach. According to my experience, this thing seems to have the best cooling effect when attached to the inner thigh." Tang Siming stuffed the anti-pyretic patch into the opponent's palm, picked up the coat from the sofa and prepared to retreat, "I Let’s go now. You can post it to my sister-in-law slowly, and call me if you need anything.”
"Um."
Tang Siming wrapped his coat tightly and opened the door. At this moment, he saw Xia Yang's little assistant trotting down the corridor carrying the food packed for lunch.
"Teacher Tang, has the doctor arrived? How is my brother?" He was panting from running, with concern in his eyes.
"It's no big deal," Tang Siming took the packing box in his hand and hung it on the shelf at the door. "Let's go, we don't have anything to do here. Don't disturb the "doctor" to check the patient's body."
"Oh." The assistant was innocent and shy.
Tang Siming raised his hand and pressed the instruction button on the wall. The monitor at the door beeped and displayed "Do Not Disturb Others".
There were only two people left in the room. Han Yi picked up a chair and sat down beside the bed. He tore off a piece of antipyretic patch and gently placed it on Xia Yang's forehead.
The young man's face was as red as a ripe peach, and when touched, the temperature was a bit scalding.
Han Yi held the remaining antipyretic patch in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and shouted in his ear: "Xia Yang."
No one responded.
He gently pushed the young man's body and pulled the quilt on his body. After several movements, Xia Yang barely opened his eyes a thin crack.
The corners of his eyes were a little red, and his long and thick eyelashes were slightly moist, and he looked around in confusion.
"Are you awake?" Han Yi stretched out his palm and waved it back and forth in front of his eyes.
Xia Yang tilted her head in response to his movements. When her eyes gradually focused, her two glossy black eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Han Yi? Why is it you? Why are you here before I flip the coin?"
Han Yi frowned as he listened to his hoarse voice. He had no intention of discussing whether to toss a coin or not, so he spoke calmly and got straight to the point.
"You have a fever now. The temperature is very high. I may need to take off your clothes."
"Ah?" Xia Yang raised her sour eyelids, "Take off your clothes? Such a direct cooling mode, I would rather be simple and rough."
Han Yi: "..."
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he pinched the center of his brows, and explained patiently: "What I mean is, put the antipyretic patch on the armpits and..." Suddenly remembering what Tang Siming had just said about "the armpits and groin", he After a long pause, he gave the latter a rather obscure alternative word, "Affixed to the armpits and the inside of the proximal ends of the lower limbs, it can achieve a rapid physical cooling effect."
Xia Yang's head was so hot that it took him a while to finally understand what Han Yi meant.
Okay, I took off my clothes just to apply the anti-pyretic patch on him, not to mention that he was being rude.
But what the hell is this inside the proximal end of the lower limb
"Dr. Han, I don't understand what you are saying." He twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his sore arm, and raised his hand to signal, "Doctor, please don't embarrass the patient's brain. He is already suffering from brain pain due to burning. Please use the most common language. Providing science education to patients in easy-to-understand words.”
Han Yi: "..."
"If it doesn't work, you can just show the proximal inner side of the lower limb on the spot. Just combine theory with practice and give the patient a practical lesson."
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "Forget it."
You can still joke with him when you have a fever, which means the symptoms are not serious.
It was impossible to show, he didn't want to follow a piece of fever.
"Just put the antipyretic patch on your armpits. Lift your arms." He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.
Xia Yang was still waiting for the answer: "...?"
Before he could think about why the doctor refused to perform the operation, the latter had already lifted his quilt and pulled his arm.
"Hey, wait a minute..." Xia Yang shrank back, her cheeks burning even redder.
Although this armpit is not a secret corner, it is still a very sensitive and ticklish place for him.
"I'd better apply it myself," he grabbed two anti-pyretic patches from Han Yi's hand and pursed his dry lips: "After all, you're an old man, you can't let people fuck you casually."
"..."
Han Yi opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally followed the Huanghua master's choice and turned away.
Xia Yang was so dizzy with fever that it took her a long time to barely put the antipyretic patch on while raising her arms.
The moment you put it on, a refreshing coolness begins to spread throughout your body, just like the breeze carrying water vapor that brings coolness to your body on a hot summer day.
He got back into bed like a crucian carp and blinked: "I feel a little more comfortable. I'll take a nap for a while. You can do whatever you want."
"Wait a minute." Han Yi took the cold granules that he had brewed while he was applying the antipyretic patch, and strode to the bedside, "Drink the medicine before going to sleep."
Eh
Xia Yang was stunned, raised her eyes to look at him, and suddenly remembered that the last time she was given medicine was when she was 5 years old. She also had a cold and fever, and her grandfather, who loved him the most, personally fed him medicine.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Han Yi's voice came to his ears, pulling him back from his thoughts.
Xia Yang: "I miss my grandpa."
Han Yi: "."
“He would take care of me when I was sick and feed me medicine with his own hands.”
"I know," Han Yi calmly picked up the spoon and stirred it in the medicine bowl a few times, "I can also feed you with my own hands like your grandfather."
Xia Yang: "..."
You don’t need to substitute it like this, right
I don’t think I ordered you either, right
And when I heard him say this, I felt offended...
His hot head was still thinking wildly, but the man in front of him had already scooped up a spoonful of Chinese medicine and put it to his mouth.
The tan potion had a bitter taste. He frowned and took a sip, almost bursting into tears: "It's too bitter, so I declined."
After saying that, he shrank back, lifted up the quilt and slipped back into the bed to look at it.
But Han Yi did not give in at all, and stretched out his big hand to drag the person out again.
Xia Yang: "..."
"In this way, we have reached a consensus," Han Yi changed his strategy and patiently discussed with him, "One sip will cost you 50, two sips will cost you 500, three sips will cost you 5000, and so on. Do you want it?"
"Yes!" Xia Yang immediately sat up straight.
Han Yi: "Okay, deal."
Xia Yang's eyes widened slightly, and he was thinking wildly. As long as he recovered slowly, he could make a net profit of a small flat building.
He wondered whether Party A's father was infected by him and also had a fever.
His IQ was burned into negative numbers.
"You have to take these medicines on time," Han Yi pointed to the pile of medicines prescribed by the doctor on the table, "Give me a count when you are cured, and I will vulgarize you as soon as possible."
"You, are you serious?" Xia Yang pinched herself and couldn't believe it, "Building a small flat building is no joke."
Han Yi's face was calm: "I will do what I say."
Drinking the bitter Chinese medicine in one gulp makes your tongue cramp, but the mood of making money is very beautiful.
The corners of her mouth opened in an upward arc, and joy flowed out. Xia Yang touched the bedside table. Oops! Didn't touch the paper!
The tissue box is empty.
Han Yi looked at him and looked around: "Can't you find a tissue?"
"OK."
Han Yi took a breath and had to pick up his tie and wipe it for him.
Xia Yang: "..."
Misty grass is a prodigal.
But it feels so good!
In a daze, he actually had the illusion of being pampered, as if the husband in front of him was not plastic but solid.
But soon, another thought flashed through his mind, forcing him to pause his intracranial massage for a short time and return to the ground from the clouds.
He has a fever, but he can't float.
"Mr. Han, please don't be too nice to me," he sighed softly and retreated into the quilt again, revealing only a pair of misty deer eyes, looking at the person in front of him.
"Why?" Han Yi looked directly into his pupils and asked.
"Because, I'm afraid that I will become addicted." Xia Yang squeezed the corner of the quilt, squeezed out a smile, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "We will eventually divorce in the future. Once divorced, everything will return to zero. I have always been Good control, don’t let my efforts go to waste.”
"I am a person with a contractual spirit and a high-quality Party B who abides by the rules. I will not violate the rules and regulations stipulated in the agreement without authorization... "
He chattered a lot, which seemed illogical and reasonable at the same time.
If he were in a normal state, he wouldn't say that he would let it all out when the fever reached his head.
But I feel relieved after saying it. It may be a pity that we can't be honest with each other when we are a couple. As for what Party A's father will think, let it go, it's not something he can control.
Thinking like this, Xia Yang fell asleep again in a daze. Han Yi sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him in trance. The faint afterglow spilled in through the window lattice, covering his black hair with a light golden color. It looks softer than ever.
I don't know how long it took, but he came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, leaned down and touched Xia Yang's cheek gently. The sleeping young man hummed subconsciously, and his face followed the warmth and gently rubbed against the palm of his hand. Come on.
The soft lips accidentally brushed against each other, and the hot temperature penetrated into his heart through the palm of his hand, making him unable to ignore the bud that had sprouted from the pure land of his heart without knowing when.
He heard the young man murmuring in his sleep: "Han Yi, tell me, do I control myself well..."
This murmur was like a soft feather, poking at the tip of his heart. Han Yi lowered his eyes and gently passed his warm fingers through Xia Yang's fingers. His eyes were like stars, bright and gentle.
"You do have good control, but I'm out of control."