"My youngest, can you drink water by yourself?"
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
Xiao Xiao took a pillow and put it on the bedside, helped him lean back on the pillow, and then handed the water glass to Zhao Luzheng.
But his hand never left, steadying the bottom of the cup.
…
Zhao Luzheng drank the water from the cup greedily.
His too hasty movements caused the water to splash out.
…
"Drink slowly."
Zhang Bo took a paper towel and wiped the water-stained quilt.
…
Zhao Luzheng's frown relaxed a little.
The warm water moistened his dry throat, which felt like burning. Even though the pain was still there, it was no longer so sticky and uncomfortable.
…
"anything else?"
Seeing Zhao Luzheng finish a glass of water in a few gulps, Xiao Xiao took the water glass and asked.
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
Xiao Xiao handed the water cup to Zhuge Yun, "Second brother, pour me another glass of water."
"Warm."
"oh."
Zhuge Yun rarely obeyed and went to pour water.
…
Xiao Xiao probed Zhao Luzheng's forehead, and the scorching temperature almost gave Xiao Xiao the illusion of being burned.
"So hot?"
"Yes, youngest, didn't you feel anything before?"
"I suddenly got such a bad cold."
Zhang Bo is a little puzzled by the youngest's slowness.
...
"I thought it would be fine if I just slept."
"did not expect……"
Zhao Luzheng's voice was hoarse and dry. He was also very surprised. He had known that he would have taken medicine when he found out he was feeling unwell yesterday.
Now he has a sore throat, stuffy nose, headache, general weakness, and feels extremely uncomfortable.
A moment of neglect resulted in a severe cold, and Zhao Luzheng regretted it so much that his intestines turned blue.
…
"Tsk tsk, you deserve it."
Zhang Bo smacked his lips and said, "You kid, just have a good rest today."
Seeing Zhuge Yun bring the water cup, he handed the cold medicine he had just found to Xiao Xiao, "Cold medicine."
…
Xiao Xiao helped Zhao Luzheng take medicine and drink water, and then helped him lie down.
Zhang Bo brought another quilt over and said, "Young man, just take a nap with your hands covered with the quilt and sweat a little."
"We will buy you porridge at noon."
"Young youngest, please don't kick the quilt."
Zhuge Yun smiled a bit jokingly.
Zhao Luzheng rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Okay, let's go and let the youngest have a good rest."
Xiao Xiao was waiting for Zhang Bo. Zhuge Yun walked out of the dormitory, turned around and closed the door, "Click~"
…
After class, Xiao Xiao and others went to a porridge shop near the school and packed up two bowls of white porridge and a bowl of mushroom and green vegetable porridge. After all, they were tall boys over 1.8 meters tall. Even if they had a bad appetite because of a cold, they still felt like a bowl of porridge.
Too little.
Moreover, porridge is digested quickly and does not satisfy hunger.
…
The mushroom and green vegetable porridge was added by Zhuge Yun. According to him, the white porridge is too bland and has no taste at all.
It's so pitiful that you can't even eat something good when you're sick.
In response, Zhang Bo and Xiao Xiao both had their mouths twitching.
…
"Young Master, wouldn't it be better if you just pack him some big fish and meat and go back?"
Zhang Bo really couldn't hold back his desire to complain.
…
Unexpectedly, Zhuge Yun looked at Zhang Bo in shock: "People who are sick should avoid eating greasy food. Boss, you don't know this?"
"Every three-year-old knows this."
Zhang Bo:……
His fists are really itchy. What should I do if I want to hit someone?
…
Xiao Xiao pursed his lips and tried hard not to raise the corners of his mouth.
But the smile in his eyes could not be controlled.
He coughed and said, "Okay, let's go back quickly. The youngest is probably hungry."
…
Because the curtains on the balcony were not opened, the bedroom was dark.
Xiao Xiao and the others walked into the bedroom quietly, and the sound of the door closing was particularly loud in the silent room.
…
Xiao Xiao, Zhang Bo, and Zhuge Yun made eye contact with each other for a while, and decided to wake Zhao Luzheng up first and let him eat before going to bed.
Moreover, if the temperature does not drop, you must continue to take medicine.
…
"The youngest."
"Wake up."
Zhang Bo gently pushed Zhao Luzheng's shoulder.
…
Zhao Luzheng vaguely heard someone calling him and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were stuck together as if they were glued.
It took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes just a slit.
The faint light gradually dispelled the fog in his eyes.
To be continued...