Chapter 19 The Master Has a Severe Fever
"Drink some porridge." Ning Fengsheng held the porridge in his mouth and passed it over.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly turned over and pressed her into the pillow, a cold smile in his eyes: "When you wanted to poison me, why didn't you feed me pesticide?" He opened her jaw to examine her teeth, "Where is the poison sac Gong Ye gave you?"
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"I've given you the share certificate, but you're still not leaving. What else did Gong Ye want you to stay for?" His lips were burning hot, and he kissed her trembling eyelashes. "How often did I pant when I slept with you?"
Ning Fengsheng held the warm porridge in her mouth and passed it over again. Nanchuan Shijue suddenly bit her tongue fiercely.
The smell of blood mixed with salty porridge rushed into his throat, and he swallowed with his Adam's apple rolling.
No matter how much the Nanchuan nobleman made a fuss, Ning Fengsheng fed him mouthful by mouthful...
He was constantly making sarcastic remarks, but he accepted every mouthful of porridge that was fed to him.
After drinking the porridge, Ning Fengsheng fed him some pills and continued to cool him down with ice packs.
Nanchuan Shijue has a very good physique and has a high resistance due to years of exercise. Even if he is being stubborn and refuses to take the medicine, the fever will dissipate quickly.
Moss came to check on Ning Fengsheng after a while and saw that he was taking good care of her...
In the past, it was always the young master who took care of her.
Even when the young master was seriously ill, he still held her in his arms, steaming hot, to take a bath and get dressed.
This is the first time that the young master has been treated like this.
"Ms. Ning, go take a rest. I'll take over."
"It's okay... I'm not tired."
"The young master's fever is almost gone, and he's asleep now. Go eat something. You're exhausted from taking care of him all day," Moss urged. "Don't you want to gain some weight?"
The last sentence finally convinced Ning Fengsheng that she must eat more.
Looking at Nanchuan Shijue's sleeping face, he kept shouting at her to get out, but the big hand that was holding her wrist never loosened. A layer of cold sweat oozed out of his palm, and her hand bones were also very painful.
Ning Fengsheng gently pried his fingers apart, but he clenched them so tightly that it took some effort to get him to release them.
Just as she left the room to go downstairs for dinner, Nanchuan Shijue opened his bloodshot eyes.
Moss was drawing the curtains when he turned around and saw the person waking up in bed: "Master, are you awake?"
Nanchuan Shijue pursed his lips tightly, his eyes cast a violent look at the chair beside the bed...
"I see your fever has subsided, so let Miss Ning go and rest." Moss said cautiously, "Master, you can't get up yet!"
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly stood up and walked into the bathroom with unsteady steps.
After a while, the sound of flushing water came from inside...
"Master, your fever hasn't subsided yet, you can't take a bath yet!"
Moss knocked on the door, but there was no response. The toilet was still flushing after half an hour. He went downstairs to find Ning Fengsheng.
Ning Fengsheng had almost finished eating this time and followed Moss back to the room.
The sound of showering was still playing in the bathroom.
Ning Fengsheng didn't knock on the door. Knowing that Nanchuan Shijue didn't have the habit of locking the door when taking a shower, he simply turned the doorknob and went in.
Ice-cold water poured down from the shower head, and Nanchuan Shijue stood in the cold water with his upper body naked.
"You're crazy!" Ning Fengsheng rushed forward and turned off the water valve. "How can you take a cold shower when you still have a fever?"
Nanchuan Shijue clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall: "None of your business, get out."
Ning Fengsheng immediately found a large towel and wrapped it around his cold body to dry it.
It's April now, and although the house has heating, the water is still freezing.
Besides, he had a fever and took more than half an hour to shower...
"You're making such a fuss just as you're getting a little better. Do you really want to be burned to death?" Ning Fengsheng wiped his body dry, then took a new bath towel and wrapped it around his head to dry his wet hair.
Moss poked his head in from the doorway and said, "Master needs to change his wet pants."
Nanchuan Shijue stood there stiffly and tensely, letting her wipe him, with a violent aura lingering around him.
Ning Fengsheng wiped him almost dry, unbuttoned his pants and took them off.
Moss had already brought out the robe: "You have to take off your underwear too..."
Ning Fengsheng looked at his muscular legs, half-knelt down, turned his face away, and took off the last piece of his underwear.
"Lift your legs..." She pulled his legs, trying to take out the wet pants that were pulled down to his ankles.
Nanchuan Shijue unexpectedly cooperated and took two steps out of his wet pants.
Ning Fengsheng took the bathrobe and wrapped it around him...
The man was tall and muscular. He lowered his eyes and watched her busying herself for him, his breathing hot.
Since it was inconvenient, Ning Fengsheng didn't put on underwear for him, tied the belt of his pajamas, and pulled his hand to walk out.
Nanchuan Shijue was pulled back to the bed by her and sat down. Moss had already taken out the hair dryer and connected it to the power supply.
He sat down, and she stood beside the bed, blowing his hair face to face...
His hair was short and could be blown dry in a few minutes, unlike her hair, which was long and thick and took him half an hour to blow dry.
"You can't take a shower for the next two days..." Ning Fengsheng took a look at the thermometer, and it was 41.8 degrees...
The high fever that had finally subsided was brought back by his pour of cold water.
"The fever has returned!" Moss immediately called the internal line to call a doctor.
Ning Fengsheng placed her small hand on his forehead, feeling the burning sensation, and her heart tightened.
"Nanchuan Shijue... why are you doing this..."
Nanchuan Shijue turned his face away coldly, but a trace of triumph flashed across the corners of his eyes.
Even though I know she is pretending, she is acting...
But he had never seen her care and worry about him like this in his life.
He wanted to look at it a few more times, so that the pain in his heart, which felt like it was being torn and ripped by a wild beast, would dissipate a little!
The doctor rushed over, but Nanchuan Shijue refused to let anyone get close to him...
Only Ning Fengsheng can get close to him.
As a last resort, Moss suggested that Ning Fengsheng give the young master an injection...
She has never even touched a needle before, so how could she give Nanchuan Shijue an injection?
"The young master has a severe fever. If this continues, the situation will not be optimistic."
Ning Fengsheng bit her lower lip and looked at Nanchuan Shijue's sickly red face.
"Let me try. Let the doctor teach me on the spot."
The doctor demonstrated several times using Moss's hands and explained the key points.
Ning Fengsheng had learned how to use her eyes, but when she took Nanchuan Shijue's hand, she couldn't do it again...
Hesitantly, he inserted the needle—
"The blood vessel was not punctured." The doctor reminded, try again.
"It's off. Use the strength of your fingertips, not your arms..."
"Wrong again..."
"Miss Ning, please look carefully before you stab me!" Even Moss shouted.
Ning Fengsheng stabbed more than ten times in a row, but he didn't hit the target every time.
The miracle was that the man just leaned against the headboard, eyes closed, not moving at all.
But whenever a new doctor came, he would immediately overturn the medicine bottle in anger.
Seeing the countless small holes on the back of Nanchuan Shijue's hand, Ning Fengsheng's fingers trembled.
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