Qin Xiangyang has only learned first aid, and the most common concept for high fever is to cool down. And that only applies to temperatures below 39 degrees, which Gu Yin considers to be an extremely high temperature. If it exceeds 40 degrees, the cells in the brain will be easily burned.
, have an impact on the human body.
Pressing his eyebrows with a headache, Qin Xiangyang advised, "Good boy, you have to get up. Your temperature is a bit high. We have to go to the hospital."
Half-sitting on the edge of the bed, Qin Xiangyang originally thought that Gu Yin could sit up obediently.
It's just that Gu Yin seemed to have a child's temper at the moment and kept burying himself under the quilt, which made Qin Xiangyang's stretched out hand awkwardly stretch out in the air.
If possible, it would be best to seek medical attention as soon as possible, but Gu Yin was not wearing anything, and the only towel was still scattered.
If he goes up there so rashly, he doesn't know what to do. If he touches some sensitive places, it will be embarrassing.
But if he didn't pick him up, Gu Yin would stay in bed for a whole day like this.
Although they had not known each other for a long time, Qin Xiangyang was magically able to understand what she wanted to express from her body movements and expressions.
Gu Yin really didn't want to go to the hospital.
Scratching his head in annoyance, Qin Xiangyang could only gently pull the quilt and persuade him softly, "Be good, will you get up? We have to go to the hospital."
"No! I'm sorry! Can't we take medicine at home? Is it okay to hang up water at home? It's just the same for fevers. I don't want to go to the hospital." Gu Yin buried his head in the bed childishly, almost wailing.
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Qin Xiangyang was helpless, and Gu Yin looked determined to give up his doctrine.
So... he could only start to pack it up by himself. "I'll go outside to buy some medicine first. If it doesn't work after taking the medicine, you have to go to the hospital with me in two hours. Do you understand?"
Qin Xiangyang's voice carried the rigor and solemnity of military training. Gu Yin covered his head and couldn't see his expression, but listening to his voice, he seemed a little annoyed.
My already groggy head responded randomly, which was regarded as agreeing to what he said.
"Then you stay well for now. I'm going to buy some medicine. I'll be back soon, understand?" Qin Xiangyang's hand touched the outside of the quilt soothingly, and then the sound of leaving footsteps was heard. Until the sound of the door closing was heard.
Gu Yincai stuck his head out, took out his mobile phone, and quickly called the number.
Yan Feiqi hasn't had a good sleep since last night, partly because Gu Yin lives with that young master, and partly because of today's transaction.
After finally arranging to take a nap, Gu Yin's phone call came in.
"Yinzi?" Yan Feiqi shouted, cheering up.
"Feiqi, check the recent gun transactions in City A. If anyone buys sniper guns and bullets on the black market, arrest them!" Gu Yin jumped out of bed, her limp legs almost made her fall, and she staggered to her feet.
Finally, he kicked his legs with some annoyance.
Damn it, a fever can make you look like this, it’s really embarrassing.
Slowly walking behind the door panel, Gu Yin took down the bullet, looked back and forth several times, gritted his teeth and said, "Call Duda and tell him that I was assassinated yesterday and it was related to him."
The engraving and model number on the bullet can only be produced in the United States, and it is not from China. In other words, the killer blatantly brought his sniper rifle to China specifically to kill her.
Yan Feiqi was startled by Gu Yin's words, "You met a sniper? Yinzi, where are you? Is something wrong? I'll pick you up?"