Then he turned his eyes and said to Sister Tan, "Sister Tan, please help me cook some ginger water. It's not just a drink, it's a bath! It's okay to cut ginger slices, there's no time left."
"Okay." Sister Tan didn't care about Zhang Linmo's thoughts and turned around and left.
Zhang Linmo didn't expect Jingting to feel so weak, "How is he? Isn't it very serious?"
Li Mi heard a little concern, she raised her eyes and looked at him, then shook her head, "No, you can carry him on your back, go to my room, hurry!"
She looked like a doctor's tone.
Go to her room?
Zhang Linmo was a little reluctant.
"Hurry up!" Li Mi looked at him, "Maybe you've hurt him, otherwise how could he faint if he gets in the rain with his physique?"
Zhang Linmo stood still and hung his reluctance on his face.
Li Mi looked at him sharply. Even if he was reluctant, he could only help.
Zhang Linmo carried Jingting upstairs.
Sister Tan put the ginger slices into the bathtub and filled them with hot water.
Zhang Linmo served Jingting and took a bath. Li Mi stood outside the door and waited, "Don't take revenge on the public."
"Then come in and help wash." Zhang Linmo's voice came out, "I didn't expect that you still care about him so much, he's going to get married."
"Don't irritate me, I can see it very thoroughly." Li Mi analyzed, "If something happened to him, can you escape?"
“…”
Ten minutes later, Zhang Linmo helped Jingting out, and he was not completely unconscious.
He held him on Li Mi's bed, Jing Ting's eyebrows flickered, his consciousness was a little blurred, "Xiaomi...is it you? Don't leave... I have a lot to tell you."
Due to the fever, his throat was thirsty.
Li Mi sat on the edge of the bed and put a heat-relieving patch on his forehead.
Zhang Linmo poured a cup of warm water and fed the antipyretic medicine to his mouth with Li Mi.
He is so old, why is he still like a child?
Zhang Linmo saw Jingting's loneliness and helplessness for the first time.
His mother was still in the hospital, so he ran here to get in the rain.
"Let him rest for a while, and the fever will fade in half an hour." Li Mi covered him with a quilt, stood up and said to Zhang Linmo, "Thank you, Linmo."
He didn't say anything, turned around and left, feeling like he was possessed by evil spirits.
Li Mi looked at his back and disappeared from sight, and watched him gently close the door, she felt very sorry.
But she chose to stay by Jingting's side, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for his fever to subside.
Half an hour later, the temperature of his body dropped significantly, and he also entered a shallow sleep state and slept very peacefully. Maybe he was too tired during this period, right?
Li Mi got up and walked out of the room lightly. She came to the study room, sat in front of the window and listened to the rain, and casually opened a book.
Zhang Linmo sat on the stairs, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and poured a mouthful of his throat from time to time, feeling full of contradictions.
Although he really fell in love with Li Mi during these days.
Although Limi also promised to be his woman and gave him one ten thousand hope.
But Zhang Linmo knew that Li Mi’s heart was in Jingting.
Just like Jingting doesn’t like Yumengxi, she won’t like it no matter how much she pays. She will only become more and more bored when she watches it.
He raised his head and took a sip of wine. Zhang Linmo didn't want Li Mi to hate him, so he hesitated whether to let them go?
What is true love? It is to see her happiness... But this level is too high for ordinary people to do it.
So, this moment.
Zhang Linmo was a little shaken. Should he help them? Should he match them together?
Let the people who truly love each other be together...
For Li Mi, he began to try to let go of his hatred... Zhang Linmo changed invisibly, but he hadn't noticed it yet, and his mouth was still very stubborn.