When Song Nanwu returned to the room with the medicine, she saw that Si Jin was not sleeping very well.

His handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed, with cold sweat on his forehead, and he seemed to be in some pain.

"Experiment 001 refused to take medicine."

"Pour it into him."

In the confined space, a deep male voice spoke fluent English, and his tone was cold and inhuman.

Following an order, several people in sterile operating suits stepped forward, grabbed the little boy curled up in the corner, and poured a tube of white liquid into his mouth.

"No, let me go, let me go."

No matter how hard the little boy struggled, the white liquid was poured into his mouth and swallowed without spilling a drop.

"Based on the current situation, No. 001 is in the best condition."

"Really? Give me a copy of his genetic data analysis."

There were still people talking in English, but the little boy had no intention of listening. His whole body was in pain as if being pricked by countless needles, every root piercing his bones.

Such intense pain is unbearable.

Finally, he rolled over on the ground and couldn't help but let out a painful howl, "Ah..."

…

Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin, sat down beside the bed, then took a tissue from the side and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, then reached up.

"The temperature seems to be getting higher and higher." She murmured softly, took Si Jin's right hand from under the quilt, looked at the black bracelet on her wrist, stretched out her index finger and tapped the center.

There was only a slight sound, and a cold mechanical voice came from the black bracelet, "Please enter the password."

"."Song Nanwu said.

"The password is recognized correctly, the voice is recognized correctly, and permission is being opened for you."

With the sound of a cold mechanical machine, the black bracelet suddenly emitted a bright blue light, followed by a dark blue interface appearing above the bracelet.

Song Nanwu reached out and tapped on the interface. Seeing that the temperature test showed 39.2 degrees, she frowned slightly.

"He's having a fever indeed." Song Nanwu glanced at Si Jin sideways, said in a cold voice, and exited the interface.

In an instant, the black bracelet lost its light and returned to its usual appearance as an ordinary bracelet.

Putting Si Jin's hand back under the quilt, Song Nanwu took the fever-reducing patch beside her, lifted the hair on Si Jin's forehead, tore open the wrapping paper and was about to stick it on.

At this moment, Si Jin suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Song Nanwu with cold eyes, grabbed the slender wrist in front of him, and turned her over and pressed her on the bed.

The series of actions happened so fast that it only took the blink of an eye.

Song Nanwu only felt a spinning sensation, and then she was pressed under Si Jin and could not move.

That handsome face was somewhat sickly pale, yet terrifyingly gloomy. His deep black eyes were scarlet, full of violence and murderous intent.

It was the first time that Song Nanwu saw Si Jin like this. He looked like a wounded beast, with anxiety hidden beneath his ferocious look.

What's going on?

"Captain." Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin, frowned and called out softly.

Si Jin seemed to have finally seen the person in front of him clearly, and all the hostility in his body disappeared instantly. Then he buried his head in Song Nanwu's neck as if he was exhausted.

"Buddhist sister, I had a nightmare." The low voice was a little hoarse, revealing a bit of uneasiness and fragility.

The breath that sprayed on my neck was a little hot.

Song Nanwu reached out and patted Si Jin's back soothingly, saying, "It's just a nightmare. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

The cold voice seemed to have a calming charm, and Si Jin's somewhat rapid breathing calmed down.

"Hmm." He sighed softly and said, "It's uncomfortable, little sister who believes in Buddhism."

There was a barely perceptible hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Song Nanwu naturally didn't hear it, but she felt that the tone was somewhat pitiful.

"How can you not feel uncomfortable when you have a fever? Get up, I'll put a fever-reducing patch on you." Patting Si Jin's back, Song Nanwu's cold voice softened a little.

"No medicine." He still buried his head in her neck, and his voice of refusal sounded a little muffled.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. You have to at least let me put the fever-reducing patch on you. The medicine seller said it's quite effective. You can try it. If it doesn't work, you have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

Song Nanwu said this, but the person on her didn't respond.

"Captain, Captain." Song Nanwu shook him gently, but heard shallow breathing sounds in her ears.

Fell asleep?

"Oh." Song Nanwu couldn't help but sigh softly. She really owed him.

Tilting her head, Song Nanwu glanced at Si Jin who was sleeping soundly in front of her, and pushed him hard, trying to pull away.

However, as soon as she moved, Si Jin seemed to notice it and suddenly reached out to hug her.

Song Nanwu: “…”

Glancing at Si Jin who was hugging her tightly, Song Nanwu's mouth twitched slightly.

The last time he was sick he wasn’t this difficult to deal with!

Fortunately, after this action, her range of movement was a little larger. She then reached out and lifted the loose hair on Si Jin's forehead, put the fever-reducing patch on him, and then pushed him carefully again.

But as soon as she moved, Si Jin hugged her tighter.

Song Nanwu also gave up struggling. Given Si Jin's current condition, she couldn't go back to her room and sleep peacefully.

Yawning sleepily, Song Nanwu glanced at Si Jin, pulled the quilt beside her to cover him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Si Jin woke up first. Seeing Song Nanwu sleeping soundly beside him, he was shocked.

How did she end up in his bed?

A hint of doubt subconsciously flashed through Si Jin's mind, and he suddenly remembered what happened last night, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up in joy.

After falling into deep sleep, the person loses his usual coldness. The warm sunlight pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the fair and elegant face, which is peaceful and beautiful.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened. Si Jin pursed his lips and looked at Song Nanwu. Suddenly, he stretched out his finger and wanted to poke her face.

Song Nanwu opened her eyes at this moment, "Captain, you're awake."

A cold voice suddenly rang out, startling Si Jin. He looked at Song Nanwu, pulled his hand back in a panic, and replied seriously, "Yeah."

"The captain held me tightly last night, and I'm a little sleepy."

Explaining why the two of them were sleeping together, Song Nanwu lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Si Jin looked at her and sat up. He coughed a little unnaturally and said, "I'm sorry, my dear Buddhist sister. I seemed a little fuzzy yesterday. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"The captain has a fever, it's no trouble." Song Nanwu said coldly, suddenly leaned over, tore off the fever-reducing patch on Si Jin's forehead, and then reached out to check the temperature.

"Hmm, the fever seems to be gone." She said calmly, "That fever-reducing patch is really effective."

"Did you go out to buy medicine last night?" Si Jin looked at her and asked.

"Yes." Song Nanwu agreed, walked around to the bedside, took the thermometer from the plastic bag and handed it to Si Jin, "Captain, take your temperature. I'll go back to my room to clean up and come back later."

Si Jin glanced at Song Nanwu and took the thermometer, "Hmm."