Waking up again, Zhuang Yibo found that he was in the hospital.

In addition to her in the ward, there was only one middle -aged female caregiver. When she woke up, the caregiver opened her eyes suddenly, "Miss Zhuang, you wake up, my doctor is called a doctor!"

Zhuang Yibo wanted to speak, but she didn't think about what she wanted to say. A suffocating dizziness suddenly struck. She twitched suddenly, and then turned over and vomited violently.

Seeing that she responded so violently, Rao was that the caregiver had been prepared in advance, but she was still a little bit messy, and quickly stepped forward to help her.

After the severe vomiting, Zhuang Yibo couldn't control his tremor, as if it was cold, shrinking himself tightly in the bed, but still could not relieve it.

The doctor hurriedly came when she received the news and saw her eyes trembling tightly. It was normal to check that her body surface characteristics was normal. There was no other way for a while. She only ordered someone to take a thick quilt.

On the hot summer, the air conditioner in the ward was not turned on. She wrapped herself in a thick quilt, but she still couldn't help shaking.

The doctor observed it for a moment, turned around and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, a man from forty and down at the door and saw the doctor come out, and quickly came up to ask about the situation.

The doctor sighed slightly, and said: "Mr. Chen, Ms. Zhuang's physical condition is basically normal, and nausea and vomiting after being injected with medicine are also normal, but they have been shouting cold, but this is not normal.

Continuous observation. "

After listening, the man nodded slightly and thanked him, and turned to the end of the corridor to make a phone call.

Nympho

Zhuang Yibo was drowsy and closed, and he closed his eyes. I don't know what the heavens and the earth are. I just feel that the whole body is cold, even if the quilt wraps tightly, it is still cold.

The caregiver kept rubbing the sweat on her forehead. Occasionally, she wanted to pull away the quilt to see what she was on her body, but she was always dragged back by her to the quilt and sealed it tightly.

She did not have a fever. Only this situation continued, and the doctor could not check the cause, and there was no other way for the caregiver.

Just so in the early morning, the situation did not improve at all.

The caregiver was solemnly instructed, and the spirit was already highly nervous, and he was so tired that he was exhausted in the middle of the night. He was ready to get up and move, but the door behind him suddenly spread.

The caregiver quickly turned, but she saw her Mr. Chen, but was a strange man who had to be a little younger and colder.

He looked at the person lying on the bed, his eyes were heavy, and he seemed to devour everything.

After a moment of stagnation, the caregiver remembered who asked him, but before he had time to open his mouth, he saw that the door of the ward was pushed away again. The Mr. Chen motioned for her out.

The caregiver immediately understood, and soon walked out of the ward, leaving the one to lie down two people, and lived in a room together.

Nympho

Zhuang Yibo is still trapped in that endless faint, and the only consciousness is cold ...

I don't know how long it has been, the cold that invades the body and mind, and the cold of people's bones finally gradually dissipates, replaced, it is the warmth of a heavy iron, and gradually wrap her whole body.

She seemed to smell a familiar taste.

She missed this taste, but after smelling it, she was inexplicable.

I couldn't help but tears.

Zhuang Yibo opened his eyes.

I don't know when it got light, but she was still in the ward. The same nurse from yesterday was still in the ward. When he saw her waking up, he smiled and asked her: "Miss Zhuang, you're awake. Do you feel better?"
Chapter completed!