"Quick, tell me! When did you start liking me?"
"There is a beautiful one, whom I see and cannot forget. A single day without seeing them, and I yearn like mad. A phoenix flies hi...
He slowly returned to his room to get some herbs, set up a small stove in the main hall, and began to boil water and cook the medicine.
Shi Qingmiao slapped his head and thought, they were rushing from Simu Kingdom to Fuding Kingdom, the journey was long, how could they not have prepared medicine for typhoid fever.
But Fanxing looks so accustomed to this. Could it be that Sishuo often has a fever?
He is truly a handsome man who has suffered many misfortunes.
No matter what, he still needs to be fed the ginger soup first.
Shi Qingmiao returned to the side hall. Si Shuo's forehead was covered with sweat. It was raining heavily outside. His brows were tightly furrowed. Shi Qingmiao couldn't even swallow a spoonful of ginger soup.
It's thundering outside again. Si Shuo's hands are lying on his side, clutching the quilt. Is he having a nightmare?
Shi Qingmiao glanced out the window and tried to cover Si Shuo's ears to artificially reduce the noise.
Unexpectedly, it actually had some effect. Si Shuo's brows relaxed a lot, and his expression didn't seem so painful anymore.
Just when Shi Qingmiao thought she was feeling better and was about to let go, Si Shuo found strength from nowhere and found her waist with both hands. With one push, Shi Qingmiao fell on him.
The two people's breaths were very close, almost mingling. Shi Qingmiao was frightened and her face quickly turned red, but she was thinking in her mind, will typhoid fever be contagious if they are so close?
So she struggled a bit, whispering a meaningless warning: "Let me go!"
The patient himself, of course, remained motionless.
The little man in Shi Qingmiao's heart sighed. Life was not easy. Shi Shi sighed and coaxed softly: "Let me go first. I want to feed you ginger soup. Only by drinking it can you get better quickly."
After saying this, Si Shuo let go of his hand. Shi Qingmiao's waist felt a little sore, so she held her waist and sat up. She picked up the still warm ginger soup, scooped a spoonful and brought it to Si Shuo's mouth.
Finally, he opened his mouth.
…
Shi Qingmiao seriously suspected that Si Shuo was actually awake!
Although brown sugar is added, the spiciness of ginger soup is still there.
After a bowl of ginger soup, Shi Qingmiao's hands were tired from feeding the baby.