One hand was on the edge of the bed, and the other was supporting his chin.
I was afraid of hurting him, and even more afraid of choking him, so I fed him very slowly and carefully, and I didn't dare to apply too much force on my lips, for fear of breaking his already dry lips.
For a moment, she heard Si Bo Nian swallowing slowly.
Just feed him in. Lu Enxi felt a little relieved and fed him a few more mouthfuls with the same movement. After giving him a glass of water, her mouth was already numb.
As for the man on the bed, the dry skin on his mouth has been soaked with water and has a trace of blood color. His sexy thin lips exude a faint luster, like two pieces of light-colored jade. Just one look at it and you can't help but want to possess it.
Even though he's so sick, he's still damn charming.
Lu Enxi patted his face, not allowing his thoughts to go astray, and banishing the unwanted thoughts in his mind. He ran to the bathroom, washed a towel with cold water, twisted off the water and folded it neatly and placed it neatly on his forehead.
Perhaps because he felt the coolness, Si Boyian's frown relaxed a little, but his expression was still ugly.
He opened his mouth as if he was speaking, but Lu Enxi couldn't hear clearly, so she had to bend down and close to his mouth, "What did you say?"
Si Bo Nian was groggy, and his vocal cords were hoarse due to the high fever. They seemed to have been finely polished with sand and had a confusing grainy feel. "Don't call a doctor."
His body temperature was high and his breath was hotter than usual. It was like fire burning in her ear, burning her entire left ear.
"Your fever is 41 degrees. It's no joke. I don't know what to do if I don't see a doctor. What if I give you the wrong medicine and it gets worse? I'll ask Assistant Lin to come over, okay?"
On the last sentence, her voice unconsciously softened, and she discussed it with him like she was coaxing a child.
In addition, even if Si Bo Nian was like this, she still couldn't disobey him.
Because Lu Enxi didn't know that with Si Bo Nian's status, he had to hide his fever from the outside world?
Si Bo Nian shook his head lightly, as if this movement alone was quite laborious.
Seeing such a fragile Si Bo Nian for the first time, Lu Enxi realized deeply that he was not as strong as she thought. Not only would he be injured and fractured, but his resistance would be weakened after being exposed to the rain and his fever would not subside.
At this time, Si Bo Nian did not have the aura of the god in the rumors. He was just a patient who needed to be cared for, even weaker than the average patient.
It made her feel very sad.
"I won't find a doctor, and I won't tell anyone. Just lie down and I'll get the medicine."
Lu Enxi carefully checked the medication specifications on the medical app, put the antipyretic medicine into his mouth, took another sip of water, put it to his mouth, and handed the pills down.
Si Bo Nian swallowed very cooperatively. Perhaps the pill caused discomfort when it passed through the esophagus. He frowned hard and then continued to sleep meekly.
Looking at him who looked harmless, Lu Enxi felt a little weird.
Si Bo Nian, who is easy to bully like a sick lion, seems quite cute.
But she quickly gave up the thought. No matter how cute he was, he was still a fierce lion. Once he recovered, he would be extremely lethal.
I changed the cold towels seven or eight times, and used cold towels to wipe his hands and feet.
It has been more than an hour since the medicine was administered, but there is still no sign of the fever subsided.
He went out in the heavy rain yesterday, and his clothes were so wet. He must not have kept warm in time. Maybe he started to have a fever yesterday. Didn't he have been burning for a long time?
Are you worried that you won’t be able to retreat for a while? What should you do now?
What if it burns out my brain... or my tonsils get inflamed?
Lu Enxi had no experience in caring for patients with high fever, so she could only recall the methods her mother used when she had a high fever.
When they first arrived in the United States, they did not dare to go to the doctor. She once had a high fever in the middle of the night, and her mother used physical therapy to help her reduce the fever.
Thinking of this, Lu Enxi ran downstairs without stopping and opened the wine cabinet.
Dazzling wine bottles, any one of them is worth a lot of money.
The matter was urgent, and she had no way to seek Si Bo Nian's opinion. She took a bottle that was relatively inconspicuous by visual inspection and went upstairs again.
Repeatedly wiping the body with alcohol can cool down the body very well, but when the alcohol in the medical kit is used up, Lu Enxi can only pour the expensive wine into the palm of his hand, rub his hands to warm them, and touch him...
"Master Si, I will help you wipe your body now. If you feel uncomfortable, just hum. I will try to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you."
Even in a semi-conscious state, Si Bo Nian was still a picky young master. Lu Enxi was not sure if he would be furious if he woke up and found out that he had been tortured like this.
But Si Bo Nian didn't give her any response. He seemed to have fallen into a slight coma and lost consciousness of everything around him.
Touching his hot forehead and red face, Lu Enxi's distressed nose was about to turn sore, and she muttered in a low voice, "I'm not a three-year-old child. I don't know how to change my clothes quickly after getting caught in the rain. How can someone so old still do it?"
Made me have a high fever."
The man on the bed didn't move at all, he was like a sheep ready to be slaughtered.
Lu Enxi sighed and put his hand, which smelled of strong wine, into the quilt.
When her fingers touched the man's strong chest, she bounced away.
He's wearing nothing underneath?
Looking up at his still frowning eyebrows, Lu Enxi still blushed half of her face, knowing that he couldn't see it.
Not daring to lift the quilt, she could only rely on her feelings to move over his body little by little. Her slender palms came into contact with his tight chest. The heat was rising, the smell of alcohol was getting stronger, and Lu Enxi's face was getting hotter and hotter.
Every time she poured alcohol, rubbed her palms to warm them, and then put her hand under the quilt again, she felt very ashamed. If it wasn't to help him reduce his fever, this behavior would be called obscene.
What's even more terrible is that Si Bo Nian has been exercising all year round, and his texture is clear and firm. Every time he touches it, it feels damn good.
His arms were so tired that he moved from the first half of the battle to his lower limbs.
She thought she could bypass the peak area, but when she was about to touch her thigh, he coughed heavily and his body swayed. With a shake of her hand, she almost touched the hottest spot.
The moment of contact was like an avalanche, a direct touch without any obstacles, like thousands of lightnings passing through, bombarding her mind.
Lu Enxi quickly moved his hand lower down as if he was electrocuted, "Are you awake or have you passed out? Si Bo Nian? Hello?"
The person on the bed didn't even utter an uncomfortable groan, let alone respond to her.
Lu Enxi pursed her lips and began to wipe his legs carefully.
But the wet touch stayed on my hand like a ghost, and I couldn't forget it for a long time.
After finally wiping his body, it was uncertain whether his fever had gone down, but Lu Enxi was sweating profusely, and her skirt was soaked with sweat.
After packing up his tools, Lu Enxi looked at Si Baonian who was finally sleeping more peacefully, and said with both anger and annoyance, "Si Baonian, I really owe you."
She was so aggrieved and angry, and she came to talk to him today with a death squad mentality. Who knew that she didn't exchange a word with him, and even worked as a home nurse for him for free.
Two hours later, Si Boyian's body temperature dropped to 38.5 degrees, still very hot.
Lu Enxi wet the towel again and performed physical cooling on his chest for the second time.
With her last experience, she wiped faster. In order not to be so tired, she pressed the bed with one hand, leaned down a little, and rubbed along the tight muscles.
As soon as his hand reached the man's well-defined abdominal muscles, he was suddenly grabbed by a big hand under the quilt, "Lu Enxi? What are you... doing to me?"