High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 762 Song Yan (1)

Song Yan is also really checking.

Grabbing Lin Zhaoxia's arm to make her lie flat, the stethoscope was listening to the small piece of her chest that was exposed.

None of the other crossed the line.

so.

Young Master Yang's nervousness is really too much.

After half a sound.

Song Yan took off the stethoscope and nodded, "Well, it doesn't have the characteristics of a cold, so it's not caused by a cold."

Yang Moyan casually covered Lin Zhaoxia with the quilt carefully.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly remembered what Yang Moyan said just now, touched his chin, and looked at Lin Zhaoxia, "You just said that her tongue was hurt?"

Yang Moyan looked up at him and nodded.

Song Yan immediately pinched Lin Zhaoxia's chin, "It should be caused by the inflammation of the tongue."

Yang Moyan, who originally wanted to strike Song Yan, suddenly stretched out his hand, but after hearing Song Yan's words, he forced his fingertips to hold back.

Watching Song Yan's movements, he pinched Lin Zhaoxia's chin and pressed down hard.

"Little wounded man, open your mouth."

Song Yan said in a low voice.

This made Yang Moyan, who was watching, want to throw Song Yan out at this moment.

After all, the boy's current condition is high fever and lethargy.

Can you hear this command?

But think about it, forget it, Lin Zhaoxia is just when he needs it, just bear with it.

But Yang Moyan might have forgotten.

From a psychological point of view.

subconsciously.

Even when a person is in a state of high fever and drowsiness, part of the cortex of the brain is active.

What's more, although Lin Zhaoxia couldn't open his eyes now, his head was a little dizzy.

But she can feel everything that happens outside.

fever?

She actually had a fever?

Almost after Song Yan's words were settled.

Her jaw was firmly pinched and pulled down.

She was forced to open her mouth, something cold came in, the tip of her tongue was cold, and then there was that kind of exaggerated heart-wrenching pain, which was not at all for a creature like Lin Zhaoxia who is extremely afraid of pain. One of the points is a very apt description.

This also made Lin Zhaoxia, who was still in a daze of consciousness, the fog in his consciousness seemed to dissipate at once.

The long eyelashes moved.

Then the beautiful eyes that were shining like shooting stars opened.

As soon as Song Yan took the special instrument out of the young man's mouth, he met the young man's eyes unexpectedly, and was stunned.

Then he bent his lips and smiled slightly, "Hey little wounded man, you're awake."

The moment you open your eyes.

Lin Zhaoxia's vision was still vague.

Just vaguely felt that there seemed to be a person standing in front of him.

Or... well, someone I don't know, a stranger.

But from the point of view just now, I also know.

This is probably the doctor Yang Moyan found.

After three seconds of no gathering point, the gathering point slowly returned, and finally locked in front of my eyes.

Lin Zhaoxia saw clearly the man standing in front of her.

A khaki trench coat and scarf.

Glasses with double black frames.

The face is uniquely comely and elegant.

Maybe it's also related to his occupation. His demeanor is very clean, his brows and eyes are very warm, and even his smile is as beautiful as a cool breeze.

That kind of temperament is clean.

It is suitable for Ye Jin's pure and clean difference.

The warmth between the eyebrows is also very different from Qiao Yicheng's jade-like temperament.

It's also about career.

When the person in front of him raised his hand, there was a faint smell of disinfectant, and there was another unspeakable smell, but in short, it was not unpleasant, and even gave people a very reassuring feeling.

(End of this chapter)