"Something must have happened!" Shen Yanming said, and then decisively opened the door.
He originally thought Zhang Heping would lock the door or something, but he didn't expect Zhang Heping to trust him so much that he only closed the door when he went to sleep.
Since it wasn't locked, he didn't need to search for the key in his spatial storage. That really saved him time.
However, Shen Yanming didn't know what the bedroom was like, so he didn't let Qiao An go in.
Bi Qiaoan was also worried that there might be a naked man sleeping in the bedroom, so she quickly left the spot, went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water, and then went to the bathroom to pour a basin of warm water.
The kettle of hot water in the kitchen was specially boiled with spiritual spring water because Bi Qiaoan was worried that Zhang Heping might drink it. As for the water poured into the bathroom, it was warm water directly from the water heater because it was for washing the babies' bottoms.
Originally, her husband, Lao Shen, did all the cleaning up after the baby and changing diapers. But now that someone in the family is sick, she's the only one left to take care of the baby.
Fortunately, during her stay in the hospital, although she had few opportunities to practice, she did manage to do it herself. She clumsily washed the two babies' bottoms, changed their diapers, and then fed them.
After gently patting them to help them burp and coaxing them to sleep, Bi Qiaoan got dressed and went out of the master bedroom to see what was going on.
As soon as she stepped outside, she smelled a slightly pungent odor of Chinese medicine. Without a doubt, Shen Yanming had prepared fever-reducing medicine and was brewing it in the kitchen. Moreover, she hadn't heard the kettle beep, so the water must have been boiled. She just wondered if he had taken it to the guest room.
She stood still and glanced towards the kitchen. Seeing that she didn't see anyone, she knew that Shen Yanming was taking care of Zhang Heping.
When I got to the guest room door, I saw that it was closed, so I knocked on it gently.
Shen Yanming didn't say anything, but got up, opened the door, and welcomed Bi Qiaoan in.
"He has a fever. I just took his temperature; it's 38.9 degrees Celsius," Shen Yanming said, then glanced at Bi Qiaoan and asked, "How's the baby? Is everything ready?"
"Yes, he's eaten and drunk his fill and fallen asleep." Bi Qiaoan looked at Zhang Heping, who was pale and occasionally frowning and whimpering, and said with some regret, "Shouldn't I have let him eat that piece of cake? It's been sitting there for so long, it should have gone bad by now, right?"
Shen Yanming shook his head: "It's not the cake that's the problem; it's probably the aftereffects of the accident during the day. Look at him, he's in a state of complete terror, and he keeps shouting 'No!' or 'I'm sorry.'"
I imagine that although she seemed carefree and cheerful during the day, she must have been traumatized inside.
After listening to his analysis, Bi Qiaoan found it very reasonable. Her gaze towards Zhang Heping was tinged with sympathy and apology.
“Psychological trauma can last a lifetime. If he can’t get over it, he might not even be able to drive anymore. In a way, he suffered this ordeal because of us.” After saying this, Bi Qiaoan looked at Shen Yanming, wanting to know if he had any way to comfort the person in front of him.
Shen Yanming frowned and sighed, "I don't know anything about this either. Tomorrow, I'll ask Li Gangtie for advice and see if there's a good psychological counselor in the team who can help us out."
“Yes, it’s good to leave professional matters to professionals,” Bi Qiaoan said.
"Alright, go back and rest. Leave this to me. The medicine is brewing in the kitchen; his temperature should go down after he drinks it." After saying this, Shen Yanming, without giving Bi Qiaoan a chance to refuse, put his arm around her and led her back to the master bedroom. He watched her lie down on the bed and fall asleep before returning to the guest room.
I picked up the plastic basin from the bedside table, went into the bathroom, and changed the water to warm water. Then I added some spiritual spring water from my spatial storage before putting the towel in and carrying it back to the guest room.
Lifting the blanket and wringing out the towel, Shen Yanming began wiping Zhang Heping's upper body, attempting to cool him down physically.
Actually, he could use wine, but he always felt that using spiritual spring water would be better for his health.
After the water in the basin cooled down, Shen Yanming poured it out, washed the towel and hung it up, then returned to the living room, took the teacup that was drying on the dining table, and half-embraced Zhang Heping as he poured it down his throat.
After drinking the spiritual spring water, Zhang Heping's complexion visibly regained its rosy hue.
Shen Yanming took his temperature again; it was 37.9℃, not as dangerous as before. He breathed a sigh of relief and got up to go back to the kitchen.
The Chinese herbs in the kitchen already had a strong aroma. Although Shen Yanming chose the least bitter prescription, all the herbs were grown in the space, so the effect was naturally just right. Therefore, a bitter taste was unavoidable.
He forced the medicine out, leaving only the dregs at the bottom of the pot. He didn't throw them away because if Zhang Heping's fever recurred tomorrow, the dregs could be boiled again. Throwing them away now would be wasteful.
Well, Old Shen, who owns an entire spatial medicinal field, is quite shrewd with money. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was incredibly stingy.
Once the medicine had cooled down enough, Shen Yanming took it back to the guest room and called Zhang Heping to get up and drink it.
Because he had drunk the spiritual spring water and had his temperature lowered physically, although he felt very uncomfortable, his consciousness had recovered considerably.
Zhang Heping leaned against the headboard, frowning as he smelled the pungent medicinal soup. His voice hoarse, he asked, "Old Shen, don't you have any Western medicine? Give me two fever-reducing pills; wouldn't that be faster than this?"
Shen Yan rolled his eyes and said, "This Chinese medicine is fine, drink it or don't!"
Zhang Heping wasn't angry, but he just couldn't bring himself to eat it.
Seeing his friend's worried face, he felt sorry for him and explained, "This prescription not only reduces fever, but also has calming and regulating effects. If it weren't so good, would I have gone to all that trouble to get it for you?"
"Oh, oh!" Zhang Heping had no doubt about the truth of his words. After learning that he was not being deliberately tricked, he pinched his nose, tilted his head back, and drank the medicine.
The herbal medicine looked dark and smelled unpleasant; he was fully prepared to suffer from its bitterness.
As it turned out, although the medicine was bitter, it was only as bitter as bitter melon that had been rinsed in water, so he could still tolerate it.
After Shen Yanming finished drinking his medicine, Zhang Heping saw that he was about to leave and quickly asked, "Do you have any candy or preserved fruit? In TV dramas, after the female lead drinks her medicine, doesn't the male lead always feed her a piece of preserved fruit?"
Shen Yanming was speechless, thinking, "You're not a woman, and I'm not your boyfriend." Then he left.
Zhang Heping looked disappointed, pursed his lips, lay back on the bed, and prepared to sleep.
But before he could fall asleep, Shen Yanming returned.
He was holding a fruit platter filled with dried fruit, as well as some packaged candies, preserves, and chocolates without production dates.
The best part was that there were also two small cakes, which made Zhang Heping beam with joy.
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