Chapter Thirty-Five: What to do if you get a sore throat from drinking a highly nourishing soup?
What should I do if I get a sore throat or other heatiness from drinking a highly nourishing soup?
Baidu says: Watermelon frost can clear heat and detoxify, and relieve sore throat.
Baidu says: Drink cooling tea and beverages to reduce internal heat.
Baidu says: Eat more fruit and keep a cheerful mood.
Baidu says: Take a cold shower to relieve the heat.
Do you want to vent your anger?
So, what if you see an incredibly handsome guy with his collar all unbuttoned, his face still flushed, and he's getting a nosebleed while looking at you?
Wake up, Song Nian'an! He's not getting a nosebleed from you. He drank this super nourishing soup, and now he'd get a nosebleed from a dog!
Song Nian'an licked her dry lips. If this continued, Wen Jing wouldn't be the only one suffering from internal heat.
"Go take a shower yourself, I'm not keeping you company." Just as she was about to get up and leave, Wen Jing grabbed her, and instead of getting up, she sat on his lap.
"I feel so bad..." Wen Jing looked at him with a pitiful expression.
With his already stunningly beautiful features and his usual domineering CEO aura, he managed to conceal the softness beneath his aloof nature. But now, with Wen Jing's expression of "please, I want it" directed at Song Nian'an, Song Nian'an was completely unable to refuse.
He held Wen Jing's waist, feeling his feverish body temperature, and pointed upstairs, "Come upstairs, I'll help you wash."
It wasn't so shameful to say it out loud; it felt more natural than Song Nian'an had imagined.
Wen Jing's burning cheeks pressed against Song Nian'an's chest, feeling his unusually rapid heartbeat.
The two had a tacit understanding that they both knew what would happen next.
Song Nian'an clumsily took off Wen Jing's coat, but before she could even unbutton it all, her arm got stuck again.
When it came time to take off his pants, he turned his back.
"Take off your pants yourself, I'll help you with the water first."
He heard the belt being unbuckled and the zipper being slowly pulled down until clothes fell to the ground.
Her heart was pounding uncontrollably; Song Nian'an was on the verge of a breakdown. The panicked kitten was about to open the door and escape.
"Don't go..."
His voice trembled.
"Help me wash, okay?"
Song Nian'an stood there blankly, silent, listening to the sound of the showerhead turning on.
The cold water hitting Wen Jing made him feel a little better.
My eyelashes were covered with tiny water droplets, which sparkled like stars under the light.
Wen Jing pulled Song Nian'an aside and they stood together under the shower.
The water stains spread, wetting Song Nian'an's clothes.
"Take it off."
This is a commanding tone.
Song Nian'an buried his face in the firm chest, embarrassed. He couldn't look Wen Jing in the eye, nor could he look into his own heart.
"Weren't you going to help me vent my anger?"
Song Nian'an refused to look up and could only gasp for breath.
"Give me a kiss, just give me a kiss and it will be considered helping me."
Wen Jing lowered his voice and nuzzled Song Nian'an's hair with his cheek.
These words were like a trump card, instantly throwing Song Nian'an into a daze.
There are some things he only thinks about, but when it comes to actually doing them, he is still quite afraid.
Some fires, once ignited, are impossible to extinguish.
Song Nian'an got married, but...
There were no "buts," but he resigned himself to his fate and couldn't resist the temptation.
What was originally a light touch turned into a sweeping storm.
Song Nian'an's consciousness was still fluctuating, but a sneeze made him feel more alert.
He felt a bit overwhelmed by the exhaustion and hunger he experienced from a day of "free" work.
The clothes, soaked through by the cold water, clung to my body, making me feel even colder.
Wen Jing then regained his senses; his little one had fainted at noon and was still very weak.
He turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a large bath towel, and helped Song Nian'an take off her wet clothes.
"I can do it myself, you can go out first."
Wen Jing shook his head and laughed, "It's not like I haven't helped you take your clothes off before."
Another sneeze.
Wen Jing took out a large quilt and pressed it tightly over Song Nian'an's body.
Song Nian'an fell asleep soon after, perhaps because she was really too tired during the day, and she kept talking in her sleep:
Boss, pay your wages.
It seems the most infuriating thing today isn't Shen Zhuangyue or Li Wanru, but the director not getting paid.
Fever usually develops the next day.
The day before, I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and then I was forced to take a cold shower in the evening. Who could stand that?
Wen Jing made a call to the Wen family's doctor, who, hearing the urgency in Wen Jing's tone, drove over in just fifteen minutes.
The doctor walked into the bedroom and saw wet clothes all over the floor, along with boxer shorts rolled up with jeans and a bath towel. He seemed to understand the situation perfectly.
After taking her temperature and learning about her diet and lifestyle from yesterday to today, the doctor looked at Song Nian'an with heartache, tucked the blanket in, and only said eight words of advice to Wen Jing: abstain from sex for now and recover your strength.
Upon hearing these eight words, Song Nian'an rolled herself into a ball on the bed and huddled at the foot of the bed.
The doctor thought he was in pain and couldn't lie flat, so he gave him some ointment.
"Take fever-reducing medicine when your temperature is above 38.5 degrees Celsius. Eat a light diet recently, pay more attention to nutrition, and replenish your energy. This ointment is very cooling and can relieve your pain."
Song Nian'an wanted to explain that it wasn't necessary, but Wen Jing took the ointment first, saying, "Thank you for your help, doctor."
"Damn it! I don't need it!" Song Nian'an almost cursed out loud.
Wen Jing smiled at him, knowing it would come in handy eventually.
The doctor saw their subtle thoughts as flirting, so he packed his things and ran away.
In the late autumn, Grandma's legs always felt a little sore and weak in the mornings and evenings. The doctor was giving Grandma a hot compress and prescribing medicine at the Wen family's old house that morning when Grandma happened to be next to him when he received Wen Jing's call.
When Grandma heard this, she was very alarmed and urged the doctor to go and check on her granddaughter-in-law as soon as possible, because a fever could be serious or minor.
Before leaving, she asked the doctor to give her a call after the final examination.
The doctor is currently organizing his thoughts.
"Grandma Wen, I just saw the young mistress, she's fine. She just caught a chill and has a fever."
"Where is the infection located? How did it occur? How serious is it? Have you examined the wound? Have you applied any medication?"
Grandma's tone grew increasingly urgent; this wound infection could easily turn into a blood disease.
The doctor stammered, "Well, I gave the medicine to Young Master Wen. It's not convenient for me to look at the wound in that area... Young Master Wen will help Young Madam clean it..."
"Oh dear, these two children, don't they know they're sick and doctors won't treat them anywhere! I'll go talk to them! I'll have to trouble the doctor these next few days to check on Nian'an every morning, so he doesn't suffer any mistreatment in our Wen family."
"Yes... it's Grandma."
"And also, look at the two of them at home, are they getting along well? Is Wen Jing good to Nian An?"
How is a doctor supposed to answer this question?
So much so that... when you enter their house, a lot of the visuals have to be censored?
Or is it that... he treats the young mistress so well that she can't get out of bed?
The doctor thought for a moment and said, "They seem... very loving."
Grandma laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, thinking to herself, "Looks like I need to make more nourishing soup."
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