Zhou Qian hardly slept that night, fearing that Lu Jing would have a fever in the middle of the night, or faint without anyone noticing.
Fortunately, the night passed peacefully.
Zhou Qian took a leave of absence today and stayed at home. He got up in the morning and cooked some white porridge and kept it warm in the pot.
It was already noon and Lu Jing showed no sign of waking up.
"Lu Jing...Lu Jing?" Zhou Qian gently pushed the person on the bed.
She didn't dare to use force, for fear of tearing his wound.
Lu Jing frowned and slowly woke up after a while. Probably because he had slept on his stomach all night, he moved a little and made a sound of discomfort.
"Don't move around. You're dirty and will make my bed dirty." Zhou Qian was afraid that he would move too much and tear the wound open again.
Lu Jinghao glanced at her and said, "You think I'm dirty? Why don't you throw me on the ground?"
"Do you think I don't want to? If I hadn't been strong enough, I would have thrown you down the stairs."
Lu Jing put his hands behind his head and curled his lips playfully, "Zhou Qian, will you admit that you care about me and make me fat and ugly?"
Zhou Qian's breath hitched, and she knew she shouldn't pity him. She kicked him without hesitation, "If you can't die, get up and get out of here."
Lu Jing frowned silently, his face still pale, "Pour me a glass of water."
"Am I your servant?" Zhou Qian stood still.
Lu Jing stared at her for a moment, "Aren't women closer to you than servants?"
Zhou Qian's mouth twitched.
"Go quickly. After all, I got these injuries because of you." Lu Jing spoke without much strength.
Zhou Qian had nothing to say about this. Lu Jing was beaten because of what happened a few days ago.
Zhou Qian poured him a cup of warm water, then said awkwardly, "There's some porridge left in the pot. Do you want to eat it? If not, I'll throw it away."
Lu Jing looked at her with a half-smile, "Did you make this especially for me?"
"Are your ears not working well, or is there something wrong with your brain? Don't you understand what "leftovers" mean?"
Lu Jing nodded, as if to say, "No need to explain, I understand everything." "I'll give you some face."
Zhou Qian rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't force yourself. There are plenty of stray cats and dogs downstairs."
Lu Jing continued to talk nonsense, "Can a stray cat bicker with you, or can a stray dog make you feel more comfortable?"
Zhou Qian wanted to poison him into silence, "I shouldn't have applied medicine to your wound last night, I should have applied salt."
Lu Jing smiled and stopped teasing her.
Zhou Qian brought a bowl of white porridge and two side dishes, put them on the bedside table in a bad mood, turned around and walked out.
Seeing her sullen face, Lu Jing deliberately angered her, "You won't feed me?"
Zhou Qian didn't even give him a glance.
Lu Jing finished a bowl of porridge and two side dishes in a short while, went to the bathroom, and fell asleep on the bed again.
Because Lu Jing had just finished his meal near noon, Zhou Qian did not cook at noon. He ate a piece of bread and drew in the study.
It was not until the evening that Zhou Qian saw that Lu Jing was still motionless, so he went to check on him out of concern.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw that Lu Jing's face was abnormally red. Zhou Qian hurried over to feel his forehead, and sure enough, it was terribly hot.
Zhou Qian found some antipyretic medicine and poured a glass of water.
"Lu Jing, wake up." Zhou Qian patted his face.
Lu Jing did not respond.
Zhou Qian guessed that he was delirious due to fever, so he put the medicine and cup of water on the bedside table, sat on the bed, held up Lu Jing's head with one hand, and took the medicine with the other hand.
First, I put the medicine into his mouth, then went to get the cup of water to feed him.
Lu Jing was asleep, so it was naturally not easy to feed him. After feeding him twice, water began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
Zhou Qian was simply rough. She pinched his nose, and Lu Jing soon couldn't breathe and frowned.
"Lu Jing, wake up quickly and take the medicine."
Lu Jing sobered up a little, felt the bitter taste in his mouth, and said with disgust, "What did you give me to eat?"
"Crane's Beak Red." Zhou Qian brought the cup of water over and put it directly into his mouth.
Lu Jing was suddenly choked by two large gulps of water. He coughed violently, and the wound on his back was torn with pain.
"You want to murder your husband, don't you?" After Lu Jing recovered, he glared at her, but because he was sick, that look didn't have much deterrent power.
"Just be thankful. Without me, you'd be a dried corpse."
Lu Jing took the cup of water from her hand and drank all the water in one gulp. Only then did his burning throat feel better.
Feeling weak all over, in addition to the pain in his back, his head also hurt a lot. Lu Jing fell back onto the bed weakly.
"Do you want to eat something?" Zhou Qian didn't want to bother with him, but in the end he couldn't bear it.
I hope he gets better soon and leaves soon.
"casual."
Zhou Qian could see that he was really upset, otherwise he would have argued with her. "Then you should sleep a little longer. Call me if you need anything."
After leaving the bedroom, Zhou Qian curled up on the sofa, holding his mobile phone and looking up what to eat when having a fever online.
Most people recommend eating something light and easy to digest, such as porridge and soup, or noodles.
Others suggest making some ginger tea.
Zhou Qian felt that Lu Jing's fever wasn't caused by a cold, but by the wound on his back. Shouldn't he need to take medicine to dispel the cold?!
She doesn't understand either.
I simply went out and bought a chicken and some ginger, and followed the online tutorial to make a pot of ginger chicken porridge.
The porridge needs to be cooked slowly. During this time, Zhou Qian went into the bedroom to take Lu Jing's temperature. The temperature did not drop so quickly, as long as it did not continue to rise.
Two hours later, the porridge was ready and Lu Jing's temperature dropped to 37.6 degrees. Zhou Qian woke him up and asked him to get up and eat something.
After the fever subsided, Lu Jing felt a lot more relaxed. He got out of bed, took out a bath towel from the closet as if he knew his way around it, and went to the bathroom.
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