Chapter 361 Yun Zheng has a fever
Maybe too many things happened during this period of time, Yun Zheng couldn't sleep well even with Fu Linghe next to her.
I even developed a high fever in the second half of the night.
Fu Linghe has been a light sleeper recently, and as soon as Yun Zheng started to have a fever, he noticed the temperature in his arms rising abnormally.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw, in the dim light of the bedside wall lamp, that Yun Zheng's cheeks were unnaturally flushed, her brows were furrowed, and her breathing was rapid and heavy.
"Zheng Zheng?" He immediately propped himself up and placed his palm on her forehead. The scorching temperature made his pupils shrink suddenly.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even my breathing stopped for a moment.
He immediately turned over and got out of bed, and his movement was so hasty that he even knocked over the water glass on the bedside table.
The sound of shattering glass was particularly harsh in the silent ward, but he didn't bother to clean up. He ran to the medicine box in two steps and took out the thermometer.
Fu Linghe hurried back to the bedside and measured Yun Zheng's temperature, which was 39.5℃.
He turned around in a hurry to go out and call a doctor, but the person on the bed grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Don't... don't go..." Yun Zheng opened her eyes weakly, her voice hoarse.
Fu Linghe's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his silver hair was scattered messily in the darkness.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed, one hand supporting Yun Zheng's pillow, and with the other hand brushing away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead. His voice was tense, "Be good, I'll stay here with you and won't go anywhere."
After calming her down a little, Fu Linghe pressed the call bell on the bedside.
He half-sat on the edge of the bed, half-holding Yun Zheng in his arms.
Every movement was filled with obvious panic, completely lacking his usual composure.
The doctor quickly trotted in, "Mr. Fu..."
"She has a fever." Fu Linghe interrupted in a deep voice, his tone full of panic.
The doctor walked over quickly, and I immediately took out my stethoscope and began to examine Yun Zheng.
"There's no lung murmur. It's probably an acute fever caused by excessive fatigue." The doctor put away his stethoscope. "I'll prescribe some antipyretics and physical cooling for your wife. Once her temperature comes down, she'll be fine."
Fu Linghe's knuckles were white from pinching, and he looked at Yun Zheng's red face with a low, tense voice, "What's the fastest way to cool down?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "An injection to reduce fever will reduce the fever faster, but the side effects will be greater than antipyretic drugs."
"Then use the medicine first." Fu Linghe interrupted the doctor without hesitation, and gently stroked Yun Zheng's hot cheek with his slender fingers, "Hurry up!"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Mr. Fu, who was always decisive, would choose a more gentle approach.
They had all seen how cruel he was to himself when he was in the hospital some time ago.
His thoughts snapped back to normal, and he nodded quickly. "Okay, I'll go get some fever-reducing medicine, and have the nurse bring some warm water to physically reduce the temperature."
Fu Linghe had no time to respond, all his attention was focused on the person in his arms.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand, and pressed Yun Zheng's hot forehead against his exposed collarbone, trying to give her some coolness with his body temperature.
"Be good, bear with it a little longer," he coaxed in a low, hoarse voice, "the medicine will be here soon."
The nurse quickly brought antipyretics and warm water.
Fu Linghe carefully lifted Yun Zheng's neck, watched her swallow the medicine, and wiped the water stains from the corners of her lips with his fingertips.
"How do you do physical cooling?" He turned to ask the nurse, his eyes so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.
The nurse quickly handed over a basin of warm water and a towel: "Use warm water to wipe the areas of the neck and armpits where the large blood vessels flow..."
Before he finished speaking, Fu Linghe had already taken the towel and said, "I'll do it."
He waved everyone out, leaving only one nurse on standby outside the door.
The sound of water wringing out the towel was particularly clear in the quiet ward. Fu Linghe gently unbuttoned Yun Zheng's pajamas.
When the warm towel touched her hot skin for the first time, Yun Zheng shuddered unconsciously.
Fu Linghe immediately stopped what he was doing, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It's me, don't be afraid."
His voice was incredibly gentle, completely different from the sharp tone he had used when he had just given the doctor his orders.
The towel carefully wiped her slender neck and slid to the hollow of her collarbone.
Fu Linghe's fingertips trembled slightly. It was clearly the purest care, but because the object was her, his breathing became cautious.
When wiping her arm, a drop of sweat slid down Yun Zheng's forehead.
Fu Linghe immediately wiped it away with his thumb and brushed away the hair stuck to her cheek.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked in a low voice, although he knew that Yun Zheng was in a coma and could not answer.
When the water was changed to the third basin, the back of Fu Linghe's shirt was already wet.
His silver hair hung messily in front of his forehead, but he didn't bother to tidy it up. All his attention was focused on Yun Zheng's gradually steady breathing.
The clock struck four in the morning, and Yun Zheng's body temperature finally dropped to 38 degrees.
Fu Linghe breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that his arms were stiff and numb from maintaining the same posture for a long time.
He gently laid her down, but refused to leave the bed. He just held Yun Zheng's hand and pressed it against his forehead.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his tired yet gentle expression.
Fu Linghe's tense back also relaxed and cooled down a little, but he showed no intention of letting go of the hand that was tightly holding Yun Zheng.
When the sky began to turn pale, Yun Zheng's breathing finally became steady.
Fu Linghe stared at her sleeping face with his bloodshot eyes, and his fingertips gently traced her cheek which had regained some color.
Yun Zheng woke up to a slight noise.
She slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and her vision was blurry for a while before it focused.
The first thing that caught my eye was Fu Linghe's profile as he leaned against the headboard, soundly sleeping.
His silver-white hair hung messily in front of his forehead. His hairstyle, which was usually neatly combed, was now disheveled, emitting a soft luster in the morning light.
She wanted to call him, but found that her throat was as dry as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and she could only make a weak sound.
My head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and all the bones in my body were aching.
She moved her fingers subconsciously, and this subtle movement immediately woke up Fu Linghe from his light sleep.
"Awake?" His voice was hoarse from waking up, but he immediately woke up, and gently placed his slender fingers on her forehead. "Still a little hot, but much better than last night."
Yun Zheng wanted to speak, but could only make hoarse sobs.
Fu Linghe's brows immediately frowned. He quickly got out of bed and poured himself a glass of warm water.
"Don't be so quick to speak." He held the back of her neck with one hand and handed the glass of water to her lips with the other. "Drink slowly."
The warm water slid down her dry throat, and Yun Zheng couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum.
Fu Linghe's fingertips gently stroked the back of her neck, helping her adjust to a more comfortable position.
Only then did she notice that his shirt was wrinkled and the cuffs were stained with water, obviously he had not changed it all night.
"What time is it?" She finally managed to speak, although her voice was still very hoarse.
"Seven thirty in the morning." Fu Linghe put down the water cup and gently combed her sleep-disheveled hair with his fingers. "How do you feel?"
"My head feels so heavy..." Yun Zheng leaned weakly in his arms, "My whole body aches..."
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened, and he gently massaged her solar plexus with his fingertips. "Your fever reached 39.5 degrees last night. I was almost scared to death."
Memories gradually returned, Yun Zheng vaguely remembered the scorching body temperature in the middle of the night, and the pair of hands that always held her tightly.
She looked up at Fu Linghe's tired face and noticed the obvious dark circles under his eyes.
"You... haven't slept yet?"
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but gently put her back on the pillow. "I'll go get the doctor to check again."
Just as he was about to stand up, Yun Zheng grabbed the corner of his clothes.
This action was exactly the same as last night, causing Fu Linghe to stop immediately.
"I'm fine, just lie down with me for a while." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it made Fu Linghe's heart soften.
He sat back on the bed, this time lifting a corner of the quilt and lying down, carefully holding the person in his arms.
Yun Zheng immediately snuggled into his warm embrace like a kitten, resting her forehead on his chest.
"Are you still cold?" He placed his palm on her back, stroking it gently.
Yun Zheng shook her head and then nodded.
She actually no longer had a fever, but she just craved the warmth of his arms.
Fu Linghe seemed to see through her thoughts, chuckled softly, and hugged her tighter.
"Are you hungry? I'll ask someone to bring some porridge."
"I'm not hungry." Yun Zheng nuzzled against his chest. "I don't want to eat."
Fu Linghe frowned, "You have to eat it, you still need to take medicine later."
"Then I want to eat seafood porridge." Her voice was soft and sticky, a sound of illness, which made Fu Linghe's heart tremble.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Okay, whatever you say."
After picking up the bedside phone and giving the order, Fu Linghe turned his attention back to the person in his arms.
He gently traced her eyebrows with his fingertips, as if to confirm that her fever had really subsided.
"Don't scare me again." He suddenly said, his voice tense with a hint of fear. "You had such a high fever last night, I..."
Yun Zheng looked up and saw the fragility that flashed in his eyes, and her heart softened.
She raised her hand to touch his cheek, her fingertips feeling the stubble on his chin. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
Fu Linghe grabbed her hand and placed her palm against his lips, "Hmm."
Yun Zheng looked at his tired face and said, "After dinner, you should have a good sleep."
Fu Linghe chuckled, "Bargaining?"
"This is the exchange." Yun Zheng tried to make her voice sound tougher, but it was hoarse and had no deterrent effect.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Madam." He lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers. "Let me try it again to see if it's still hot."
He pressed his lips gently against her forehead, lingering for a few seconds.
This gentle touch made Yun Zheng's heart beat faster, and she could even feel his warm breath brushing against her skin.
"The fever has indeed subsided." Fu Linghe's originally frowned brows relaxed a lot.
Yun Zheng curled the corners of her lips slightly and coughed lightly to relieve the pain in her throat.
Fu Linghe immediately helped her sit up nervously and patted her back gently.
"Slow down, don't rush to speak."
At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.
Fu Linghe frowned, but still said, "Come in."
The nurse came in pushing a food cart with steaming porridge and some light side dishes on it.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at the two people hugging each other on the bed. "Mr. Fu, the porridge you asked for."
"Leave it there." Fu Linghe said calmly. After the nurse left the room, he got out of bed and picked up the bowl of porridge. "I'll feed you."
Yun Zheng wanted to say that she would do it herself, but as soon as she raised her hand, she felt weak and had no choice but to accept his care.
Fu Linghe scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it carefully to cool it down before handing it to her lips.
"Be careful, it's hot."
The porridge tasted unexpectedly good. Yun Zheng couldn't help but open her mouth again, like a bird waiting to be fed.
Fu Linghe was amused by her appearance and scooped another spoonful and handed it to her.
"Eat slowly and don't choke."
In this way, the bowl of porridge was quickly finished.
Fu Linghe picked up the napkin and gently wiped the corners of her mouth. "Do you want more?"
Yun Zheng shook her head and leaned back on the pillow in satisfaction. After eating, she began to feel sleepy again.
She forced her eyes open and saw Fu Linghe clearing the plates.
"You promised me..." she said vaguely.
Fu Linghe put down what he was holding and turned to look at her. "Hmm?"
"Sleep." Yun Zheng tried to open her eyes wide to prevent herself from falling asleep. "You haven't slept all night..."
Fu Linghe felt warm in his heart. He took off his wrinkled shirt and lay back down beside her wearing only a vest.
He stretched out his arms and took her into his arms again. "Okay, let's sleep together."
Yun Zheng finally closed her eyes in peace and found a comfortable position in his arms.
Fu Linghe rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed softly.
"Zheng Zheng?" he called in a low voice.
"Hmm?" She was already half asleep and half awake, her voice soft.
"Nothing," he said, tightening his arms a little. "Go to sleep. I'll be here with you."
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