High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 401
The time for hanging salt water is not long, but it cannot be said to be short.

But Lin Zhaoxia had a high fever and was dizzy and wanted to sleep.

Just sitting in one place like this, and after a while, I started to move my head little by little.

Yang Moyan naturally noticed this too.

He directly supported the boy's injection hand with one hand, and grabbed the other arm of the boy with the other hand, and moved the boy along, directly letting the boy lie on the bed.

The boy, who was usually restless, opened his eyes at this moment.

At this time, Yang Moyan stretched out the quilt, covered the boy's body, tucked the corner of the quilt, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the young master was half-squinting his peach blossom eyes, looking at him with a little confusion.

He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the boy's head again, "Hey, go to sleep."

These words seemed to have magical powers, and Lin Zhaoxia's peach blossom eyes, which were half-closed, closed immediately.

In less than a few seconds, the sound of the boy's even breathing came from the hospital bed.

Yang Moyan smiled.

When he was sick, the boy was really good.

About an hour later, that is, a lunch break.

The salt water hangs over.

The school doctor wasn't there at this time.

Yang Moyan would not wait at such a time, let alone leave easily.

Instead, he directly started to pull out the needle in the boy's hand.

That technique, that movement, is simply more professional than professional.

Because Yang Moyan was by his side, the boy slept deeply.

This small movement did not startle the slightest disturbance at all.

What's more, Yang Moyan's movements are fast and light.

After pulling out the needle and pressing it for a while, he raised his eyes to look at the boy.

He stretched out his index finger and poked the boy's face a few times, "It's over."

He only saw the boy's eyelashes move a few times, but he didn't open his eyes. Other than that, his breathing was still even and he didn't wake up.

Yang Moyan didn't plan to call him a boy anymore.

Instead, he directly bent down, lifted the quilt and hugged the boy horizontally.

In Lin Zhaoxia's floating sleep, she only felt that her body was suspended in the air.

I want to open my eyes, but the feeling of fatigue just doesn't allow it.

The smell from the tip of the nose was very familiar, which made Lin Zhaoxia very relieved.

After that is a pair of strong arms, and that warm chest.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't need to open her eyes to know that she was being hugged by a young master.

It's just that she doesn't have the energy to stop something now.

Even if it is hung with salt water, the fever will not go down so quickly.

The temperature on the young man's body was still a little high, which made Yang Moyan's jaw tighten.

He walked out of the infirmary with the boy in his arms.

Coincidentally, I ran into the returning school doctor head-on.

The school doctor Pu was shocked when he saw Yang Moyan and the boy, "You...?!"

Then he looked at the boy in his arms very carefully, "Needle..."

Yang Moyan's jaw was tense, and he said in three concise words, "I pulled it out."

The school doctor's eyes widened even more.

Before he wanted to say more, the man had already passed him by with the boy in his arms.

Walking seems to be carried by the wind, but it is noble and indifferent.

……

Yang Moyan just hugged Lin Zhaoxia and left.

Now it's lunch break time, at this point one can imagine how many people there are in Shengyuan.

Except for some students who really don't want to go back to the dormitory to rest, the others are wandering outside.

Now that Yang Moyan appeared in such a large crowd with the boy in his arms, it really blows up the entire crowd!
(End of this chapter)