High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 761 High fever
and so.

Who is that boy?

How could the indifferent and indifferent Young Master Yang be so protective?

Song Yan felt that the news was a little too shocking and a little too explosive.

"So protective? It's not Young Master Yang, who is this?" Song Yan was extremely curious about the young man on the bed, "Also Young Master Yang, if you don't let me touch her, how can I check on her?" What is the situation?"

This made Yang Moyan silent for two seconds, and then said expressionlessly, "Gloves."

"Huh? Gloves?"

"Beside you, the penultimate drawer, open it."

Yang Moyan's gaze fell faintly.

Hearing this, Song Yan leaned over and followed Yang Moyan's instructions to open the penultimate drawer.

Then I saw a small box of disposable plastic gloves inside...

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan also didn't know what to say.

Cleanliness?
possessive?
overbearing?

Or should I say paranoid?

but feel...

These four already covered Yang Moyan.

All aspects are covered.

Don't let him touch it, and the boy on the bed obviously has a fever. As a doctor, Song Yan is anxious to check the patient's condition, so he doesn't play with the extra time for teasing. He takes out the disposable glove and puts it on. He touched the boy's forehead.

This time Young Master Yang's eyes just flickered slightly, but he finally didn't stop him.

And Song Yan touched it, and the temperature from his palm was so hot that it was scary.

Song Yan hurriedly went to the medicine box he brought with him, opened it and took out a thermometer.

This made Yang Moyan's eyes flash again, and he stretched out his hand to block it, "I'll measure."

Song Yan didn't refuse either, and put the thermometer directly on Yang Moyan's open palm, looking at this friend with deep meaning in his eyes, "Why are you nervous, besides, this thermometer doesn't need to touch any body, just put it on her mouth It’s fine, hold it for 5 minutes.”

This made Yang Moyan's fingertips pause when he was about to move the boy's arm.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the thermometer with a frown between his brows, which seemed to be thrown back into the medicine cabinet.

"What's your expression?" This made Song Yan raise his eyebrows.

"Clean?" Yang Moyan's tone was very light, "Her tongue is injured and cannot be infected."

Song Yan smiled. It turned out that he was worried, "Don't worry, these are a new batch of thermometers brought over last night. They have been sterilized and are absolutely clean."

Such words made Yang Moyan nod his head, and he did not doubt him, after all, Song Yan had no need to lie to him on this point.

Taking off the cover of the thermometer, Yang Moyan pinched Lin Zhaoxia's chin, slightly pulled away the white lips, and put the thermometer in.

When taking the boy's temperature, Song Yan didn't stay idle, but rummaged through the medicine box he brought with him, looking for medicine.

5 minutes later.

Take out the thermometer.

Yang Moyan glanced at it first, then handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan took it and asked casually, "How much?"

While talking, his eyes also fell to the past.

Yang Moyan's voice was very light, "38 degrees five."

Song Yan also confirmed the temperature displayed on the thermometer at this time, and nodded, "Well, I have a fever. I need to listen to her chest breathing to see if it is caused by a cold."

Until this is a necessary examination as a doctor, Yang Moyan can't stop anything.

He could only follow Song Yan's movements with his eyes, put on the stethoscope hanging around his neck, and approach the boy.

(End of this chapter)