After the blood was drawn, Gu Lian held the child while Lu Zechen squatted in front of her and carefully pressed the little one's hand.
Several doctors nearby looked at each other and walked back and forth, but did not administer any medicine.
Gu Lian was suspicious and looked at the doctor, "Didn't you say he prescribed medicine?"
"A baby's body temperature is considered to be a fever if it exceeds 37.2. The body temperature just measured just exceeded this number. There is no need to take medicine yet. Generally, medicine will only be taken when it reaches 38.5 or above."
"Then what kind of blood do you draw?" Lu Zechen stood up.
"This..." The director was a little embarrassed and tried his best to explain: "Firstly, the child's temperature is indeed rising. Secondly, according to Miss Gu, the child has a runny nose, which should be symptoms of a cold. We are also on the safe side."
Lu Zechen was furious. Thinking of the little guy crying just now, he wanted to slap these stupid doctors.
Gu Lian kicked his shoes and said, "Can you please calm down and sit down?"
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue, "They..."
"It's not just that you're yelling and scaring people." Gu Lian glared at him, moved to the side, and glanced at the place next to him, hoping that he would stop making noise.
Lu Zechen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to her.
Gu Lian touched the child's face and felt it was a little hotter than before.
She could also understand what the doctor meant. With Lu Zechen's attitude just now, if they said it was okay, Lu Zechen would probably have to tear down the hospital. It was just her own inexperience that made her feel flustered after watching the thirty-seventh degree.
Lu Zechen put his elbows on his knees, reached out sideways, and touched the little guy's face. It felt hot.
The little guy cried for a while, buried his face in Gu Lian's arms, clenched his little hands into fists, and curled up in grievance.
Time passed slowly, Gu Lian kept the same movement, and his arms were inevitably sore.
Lu Zechen noticed her subtle movements, stood up and came to her, "Give me, I will hold you for a while."
Gu Lian raised her head and glanced at him, "It will wake her up."
"Just be careful." Lu Zechen said and stretched out his hand.
Gu Lian really couldn't hold on anymore and had no choice but to let go.
The little guy opened his mouth slightly and exhaled. When he noticed the movement, he curled up and clenched his little fists tightly.
Lu Zechen took his hand and let the little guy lie on his shoulder, patting it very gently.
He held the child and walked in the corridor for a while, then suddenly came back and said to the director: "Measure it again, your face is burning."
The director did not dare to delay and took the thermometer himself to measure it.
Sure enough, it was over 38 degrees.
Seeing that Lu Zechen's face looked wrong, the director spoke first: "Don't worry, let's cool down physically first. Most of them are effective."
Lu Zechen frowned and glanced at Gu Lian, asking for her opinion, "Don't take the medicine?"
Gu Lian didn't have any objections, and thought for a moment, "Of course I listen to the doctor."
"OK."
Gu Lian felt a little weak and sat back in the chair, watching Lu Zechen holding the child.
Not long after, the doctor came over and performed physical cooling on the child.
The little guy was asleep and felt the coldness. He snorted twice and started crying.
Gu Lian heard the noise and wanted to go over, but saw Lu Zechen holding Nian Nian with one hand and protecting the back of Nian Nian's head with the other hand. He turned his head and pressed his face against his little face, saying "Don't cry" repeatedly.
The little guy twitched twice, feeling the safety brought by his father, and immediately moved to the crook of his neck, burying his little face in it, protecting his arms with two little fists, and shrinking his little body into the shape of a potato.