Xiao Nailin was still looking at his brother eagerly, as if waiting for the result: "Brother, how is it, does little brother have a fever?"
"Not hot." Feng Nai slowly withdrew his hand, and glanced at Mo Bei again: "Did you have a cold?"
Mo Bei looked up and found a similar case: "Acute gastroenteritis."
"That's why your face is so white." Nailin reached out and grabbed Mo Bei's trouser legs: "Does it hurt, little brother?"
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, not wanting the child to worry about him: "It doesn't hurt much."
"If you keep asking, your little brother will only say that he doesn't feel much pain when he faints." Feng Nai mocked lightly.
Nailin didn't care, because he felt that what his brother said was true, and he pushed Mo Bei's waist with two small hands: "Little brother, if you feel uncomfortable, go lie down in the room, and I will pour it for you." Drink hot water."
Feng Nai didn't go to see the pit boy who couldn't even boil hot water, but opened the medicine box he brought, they were all heat-clearing and detoxifying, or cold granules, and two bags of antipyretics... These are incurable Gastroenteritis.
"You take care of your little brother, I'll go down to buy something, and use your little brother's mobile phone to send me a message."
Finish this sentence.
Feng Nai paced out of the room.
This is undoubtedly a good thing for Mo Bei.
The pain in her lower abdomen made it difficult for her to even stand up straight.
It will be much better if you squat down.
But that way, it's less like gastroenteritis.
Now only Nailin is left.
Mo Bei didn't have to hold on anymore.
Xiao Nailin looked at his little brother stretching out his hands to cover his lower abdomen, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, he was so obedient, he took a piece of paper to wipe Mo Bei's sweat for a while, and then wanted to pour water for Mo Bei, but found that the water was all wet. After cooling down, I wanted to do something in the kitchen.
But after looking at it, he usually knew the things in it when he was eating, but now it feels strange everywhere.
He ran back again, picked up Mo Bei's mobile phone, and slid to the captain: "Brother, where have you been?"
"Drugstore, what's the matter?" Feng Nai took out his wallet and paid the bill, the mask still on his face.
It was the first time for the little drug seller to see this kind of temperament, so she inevitably took a second look.
How could Xiaonailin over there admit that she couldn't even recognize everything in the kitchen, and pressed her little hand on the screen: "It's nothing, you have to come back quickly to take care of little brother."
Feng Nai took the medicine, freed one hand, and pressed a word: "Mmm."
Mo Beiban was lying on the bed, listening to the sound next to her, feeling drowsy, only feeling that the pain was stronger than before, and it was impossible for her to stand up at this time.
Probably because she hadn't eaten all the time, and she didn't even have any calories on her body.
Just lying there, the lower abdomen seemed to emit cold air.
I couldn't get a hot water bottle, so I had to use my hands to warm it up as much as possible. The hair on my forehead was wet with cold sweat. I vaguely knew that Nailin was walking around beside her, like a cute kitten.
But at this time, Mo Bei didn't expect that Feng Nai went down to buy medicine for her.
In fact, it was the first time Young Master Feng did such a thing.
Not that familiar.
Before, I went to the hospital with Nailin in my arms.
Not the same though.
The facilities of the hospital are perfect.
Nothing big will happen.
That guy was in such pain, and he didn't make a sound.
It should have started from the time of the game.
Feng Nai paused her fingers, she couldn't carry that person to the hospital too...
(end of this chapter)