Sheng Xingzhou raised his head and looked at the family doctor.
He was speechless for a moment. How come there are so many procedures to see a doctor?
But for Qingbao's health, he could only accept the stethoscope.
It was even more impossible for the doctor to remove this thing, because An Qing was wearing nothing but the bath towel she was wearing.
He opened a corner of her quilt and quickly reached in with his hand.
This was really a torturous job. The heat from Qingbao's body filled the quilt, and his hands were instantly wrapped in the heat, making him afraid to move.
"Where should I put it?" Sheng Xingzhou's voice was a little stiff.
Doctor: "Put it on the left side of her heart."
Sheng Xingzhou:!!
The left side of the heart is so wide, how can he judge which position is best?
His hand held a small round instrument, moving back and forth on her chest like a hot potato.
This is also done through a quilt, otherwise, people would definitely think that he was deliberately being a hooligan if they saw him.
After he tested it for a long time, the doctor finally said it was OK, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
What she felt was hot on her body, but what she felt was hot on her heart.
He couldn't reach out his hand yet, and had to keep it close to her chest to prevent it from falling out.
The doctor was listening carefully, and a big bead of sweat was already rolling down Sheng Xingzhou's forehead.
He really didn't mean to think randomly at this time, but when his hands were groping just now, they touched some places that should not be touched...
That kind of touch was simply softer and more delicate than what he had imagined in his mind...
White clouds, marshmallows, or satin.
There is no way to describe that feeling for him.
His heartbeat was almost not his own, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, for fear that the doctor would see some flaw.
After listening to the doctor for so long, he still didn't say anything.
I couldn't help but ask: "What's going on with her? Is it serious?"
After hearing his question, the doctor replied: "There is an acute fever, but there is no abnormality in the lungs, which is very strange. Did she suffer some stimulation today?"
Isn't it exciting?
First, she was exposed to the sun for so long at the beach, and then came back with a tonic soup carefully arranged by the old man. Her body was relatively weak and she might not be able to bear it anymore!
He said calmly: "I went to the island and was exposed to the sun for a while. Is there any medicine that can give her some relief?"
The doctor took off his stethoscope and looked at him.
"Is it a disease caused by the sun?"
Sheng Xingzhou had no choice but to nod his head.
Taking advantage of the situation, he quickly took out the small thing in his hand. The moment he quickly put his hand away, he touched Qingbao's delicate skin again.
The tip of his heart couldn't help but tremble.
The doctor took back the stethoscope and said: "Let her fever go down first. She is very sick this time. Logically speaking, it should be heat stroke. Not only does she have a fever now, but her heartbeat is also very fast. She is suffering from heatstroke."
It’s like something poisonous!”
Sheng Xingzhou felt a little guilty and was embarrassed to tell him about the old man's dirty tricks.
"Prescribe her an infusion, what do you think?" The doctor looked at him.
Sheng Xingzhou's eyes moved slightly, and a trace of narrowing appeared. Why should he be asked when prescribing an infusion?
After receiving his look, the doctor's expression became even more shocking. Why do I ask, do you have no idea?
"It's up to you!"
The doctor nodded and started dispensing the medicine.
After the servants brought the high shelf and prepared the infusion, a new problem arose.
Injections require touching hands. Can he touch her hands?
The doctor can stay in the Sheng family for so many years, but he can't survive without some high emotional intelligence.
"Young Master Sheng, which hand do you think is more appropriate to prick?"
Asking very tactfully can save your life.
Sheng Xingzhou reached into the quilt again and pulled An Qing's hand out a little, so that no extra skin was exposed.
"Prick this hand."
After the doctor tied the tourniquet, he quickly used Sheng Xingzhou's hand gestures to tie the needle for her.
His forehead is sweating!
When he was about to pack up the medical kit and leave, he thought of a new question.
"Has your wife eaten before?" he asked.
Sheng Xingzhou thought that she had drank a bowl of soup before, and it was a very problematic soup.
He and the doctor looked at each other awkwardly.
"Does soup count?"
"No, you have to ask someone to prepare some porridge or noodles for her, otherwise the infusion on an empty stomach may not be good for her stomach."
Sheng Xingzhou nodded and personally sent the doctor out of the room.
Then he asked the servant to bring a bowl of white porridge.
When he closed the door and returned to the bed, what he saw in front of him almost made him stop breathing!
She was originally covered with a quilt and a bath towel, but at this moment, the quilt was kicked to the edge of the bed by her, and a large piece of the bath towel was torn open by her.
Her skin was as white as cream, so dazzling that he couldn't even look directly at her.
He took a deep breath.
After thinking about it, I turned my head to the side slightly so that I could calm down a little.
Walking up to her, he quickly pulled the towel off her body and covered it again.
The moment he touched her skin, the heat of her skin was still a bit hot.
Maybe the medicine hadn't taken effect yet, so An Qing didn't sleep peacefully, squirming around and trying to pull the bath towel off her body with both hands.
Sheng Xingzhou was busy holding her hand that was receiving the infusion with one hand.
He whispered a warning in her ear: "If you move again, I don't mind coming to cool you down in person!"
It seems that An Qing is still very aware of current affairs, even when she is unconscious.
He really became more honest.
Sheng Xingzhou curled his lips and reached out to pinch her face.
A bad smile appeared on his face: "You are so obedient! Do you know how you look now? It would be easy for me to bully you."
As if in a dream, she became dissatisfied, wrinkled her nose, and twisted her pale face into a ball, like a bun.
Sheng Xingzhou wanted to continue teasing her, but heard a knock on the door.
The servant brought a bowl of white porridge.
Sheng Xingzhou took a small sip and found that the temperature was just right.
He squatted next to her, and while making sure that she didn't move her hands, he scooped up a small spoonful of white porridge and put it to her lips.
An Qing did not open her mouth.
Sheng Xingzhou pried her lips slightly with a spoon, and she turned her head to the other side unhappily.
Is this not drinking?
"Qingbao, be obedient. If you don't drink porridge, you will feel uncomfortable." Sheng Xingzhou said as he stood up and sat by the bed to see her reaction.
Very good, I have no intention of paying attention to him at all.
He thought for a moment and thought to himself, it's not up to you.
Immediately, he picked up the bowl of white porridge, raised his head and took a sip.
He reached out and pinched her chin, then put his mouth directly into her mouth.
An Qing resisted subconsciously and refused to swallow. Sheng Xingzhou refused to let go, thinking, if you don't swallow, I won't quit and let's see who is stronger than the other.
In the end, he, the bully, got his way, and she almost lost her breath when he slapped her like this.
He had to loosen his teeth, roll his throat, and swallow the mouthful of porridge he fed him.