One hand untied the bow at her waist, and the nightgown slid open along his fingers, revealing Bai Zixin's almost pale body.
If a long, long time ago, seven years ago, before Bai Zixin gave birth to Luo Yixin...if he had seen her body as fair as jade, Luo Yuchen would have been unable to help but hug her and move around, making her laugh.
After laughing, he stopped, and then the two of them sat quietly on the edge of the bed, she nestled in his arms, and he put his head on the top of her hair, gently stroking her soft hair...
But now, Luo Yuchen had no time to think about anything else. After untying Bai Zixin's nightgown, he directly unscrewed the cap of the medical alcohol bottle and poured some alcohol on his hand. The disinfectant alcohol instantly poured out and flowed out.
Passing through the wound caused by hitting the wall just now, a sharp pain came.
Luo Yuchen didn't even frown. He would get injured from time to time in the army, so this kind of minor injury was not the first time and it was not a big deal.
Right now, the most important thing is to get Bai Zixin down from her high fever...
Without hesitation, Luo Yuchen's alcohol-stained palm slowly went down and landed on her arm, first gently rubbing her wrist.
When all methods fail to reduce the fever, rubbing the joints of the body with alcohol is a good way to dissipate heat. But for Bai Zixin who has a fever of 41 degrees, such physical methods of reducing heat are indeed not very effective.
Understand……
But Luo Yuchen still buried his head, carefully rubbing Bai Zixin's joints with alcohol from bottom to top, until the whole bottle of medical alcohol was gone. He stretched out his hand to explore, but her forehead was still hot.
Hot!
Is there no other way?
Suddenly there were slight footsteps outside the door. Luo Yuchen's eyes turned cold and he quickly covered Bai Zixin with the quilt, making sure that only her head was exposed. At the same time, Mu Ze knocked on the door, his voice a little soft.
"Cousin, I just made a call and inquired. Sometimes the patient's fever is not due to viruses or inflammation. It may also be... that the subconscious is rejecting something and doesn't want to wake up and face it, so he uses a high fever to force himself.
Falling into a deep sleep..."
Luo Yuchen's fingers trembled, and the empty alcohol bottle lost its support and instantly broke away from his weak fingers, falling onto the thick wool carpet with a dull sound.
If the high fever is really caused by being exposed to the rain... then if you take the powerful antipyretics, you should be able to get better, right? Even just a little bit...
But since Bai Zixin fell into coma, her body temperature has never dropped below forty degrees. Could such a strange situation really be because of what she told Mu Ze...
Luo Yuchen lowered his eyes to cover the rolling emotions in his eyes. His free hand moved forward slowly, like a snail's crawl, and slowly grasped Bai Zixin's fingers.
His fingers were cold to the bone.
Her fingers were hot.
Her face was unusually flushed.
His face was strikingly pale.
Mu Ze, who was standing outside the door, was still chattering, "By the way, you just said that Bai Zixin has regained consciousness. I talked to the teacher on the phone and comprehensively reviewed the symptoms you mentioned. Cousin, isn't this the case?
Recovering consciousness does not tend to return to normal. Many patients with mental illness have experienced such brief periods of clarity.