When Xia Qingkong woke up, she felt like she couldn't open her eyes. She was so tired.
A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in his nose, stimulating Xia Qingkong's nerves.
Disinfectant water
It smells a lot like the inside of a hospital.
"Wife, wife..." Xia Qingkong felt her hand being held in the next second.
This feeling was particularly familiar, it was Mu Chenhao's hand.
"Husband..." Xia Qingkong was frightened by her own voice as soon as she opened her mouth.
He was extremely hoarse and felt a little speechless.
"Honey, don't talk for now. You're still running a fever... Have a good rest and wait until the fever goes away..."
Xia Qingkong closed his eyes, his head hurting so much. He still vaguely remembered the last scene: after the air bomb hit the car, the whole hot air hit his face, the car exploded, and he and Mantou were stunned by the heat wave.
Why do you have a good fever
But Xia Qingkong didn't have the time to think about it so much now, because her head was exploding with pain.
"Where are the steamed buns?" Xia Qingkong was only worried about the steamed buns.
At that time, neither of them had much strength. I believe that Steamed Bun was just like him, and at the very least, he was stunned by the heat wave.
"Sandou is fine. He Yu is taking care of him in the next ward. Don't worry."
Hearing that the steamed buns were fine, Xia Qingkong fell into a deep sleep with relief. And Mu Chenhao has been watching over Xia Qingkong, waiting for Qingkong to wake up.
Xia Qingkong had been suffering from fever all day and night, and Mu Chenhao was really worried. In the evening, I woke up.
I feel refreshed and my fever is gone.
My head wasn't fuzzy or hazy, it felt really good, but my back still hurt a little.
As soon as she woke up, Xia Qingkong still saw Mu Chenhao standing by her side.
"husband… "
After really calling out, Mu Chenhao had his eyes closed at the moment.
Hearing Qingkong's cry, he quickly opened his eyes.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
Xia Qingkong nodded, and Mu Chenhao touched Xia Qingkong's head. Xia Qingkong's fever was indeed gone.
This hanging heart was relieved.
"Honey, I'm sticky. I want to take a bath."
"No, if you just took a shower after your fever subsided, what if you catch a cold again?"
Mu Chenhao shook his head.
Xia Qingkong was confused, what should we do? I was sweating profusely, sticky and uncomfortable. If I didn't take a shower, wouldn't it cost Xia Qingkong her life? I can't stay any longer at this moment.
Mu Chenhao glanced at Xia Qingkong, then turned and left.
Within five minutes, I had a basin of water in my hand with a towel in it.
"I'll wipe it for you."
Mu Chenhao stretched out his slender fingers, gently wrung out the towel, and then tested the temperature of the water. The temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.
Then he carefully wiped Xia Qingkong's whole body.
Mu Chenhao was very considerate and didn't reveal anything. After wiping, he brought Xia Qingkong clean clothes.
Let Xia Qingkong change it.
After putting on clean clothes and wiping down her whole body, Xia Qingkong felt refreshed and lay down on the hospital bed.
It's just that my back still hurts a little.
"My wife, does your back hurt again? Your back was burned by the heat. The doctor said it will take a month to heal."
As long as it gets better, Xia Qingkong is afraid of leaving scars...
Mu Chenhao seemed to understand Xia Qingkong's thoughts. "Don't worry, there will definitely be no scars."