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"Anyway, I think you are a good person. I trust my intuition." Su Muyan said firmly.

Doctor Yang chuckled, "A woman's sixth sense?",

"Well, do you think a woman's sixth sense is accurate?" Su Muyan asked him back.

Doctor Yang nodded affirmatively, "Sure, women are creatures that are difficult to figure out thoroughly. Anyway, I don't understand women. How can you, Ms. Su, be so convinced that your sixth sense is accurate? "

Su Muyan raised the corners of her mouth, looked back at him, concentrated on kneading the dough, and said casually, "I believe in my sixth sense, just like I think that the mysterious guest upstairs must be someone I know. like people."

"Forehead……"

Now, Dr. Yang has nothing to say.

It turned out that what Su Muyan said just now was to test him.

This woman is really exquisite, he really underestimated her.

"Since Ms. Su is so sure, let's wait until the day when the truth is revealed. I believe it won't be too far away." After being surprised, Dr. Yang responded with a smile and gave her an ambiguous answer.

Afterwards, Su Muyan didn't speak any more, but focused on rolling out noodles and making dumplings.

When the dumplings came out of the pan, Su Muyan put the seasonings she had prepared and a plate of dumplings on the tray and handed them to Dr. Yang, saying, "This one has a lighter taste and is suitable for patients to eat. You can take it upstairs and send it to you." the patient."

"Miss Su is so careful, I'll send it up right away."

"I'll leave after dinner. Go and tell your patient that he can go downstairs and move around. He will be locked in the room all day, and he will be locked up if he is not sick."

"Okay, I will convey it." Dr. Yang responded freely, and went upstairs with the tray.

Su Muyan served dumplings for the people outside and asked them to eat. Jessica obviously liked dumplings and praised them several times happily.

But Su Muyan's thoughts were upstairs.

At this moment upstairs, after Dr. Yang brought the dumplings, he did not leave immediately, but stood aside, looking at He Xijue with a half-smile, "This is my dumpling, try it, it's not authentic. "

He Xijue looked uninterested, "Is she gone?"

"Not yet." Dr. Yang replied truthfully, "Don't you eat the dumplings first?"

He glanced at it, but still didn't intend to move his chopsticks.

Dr. Yang picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him and said to him, "I did it so seriously, you can eat as much as you want, even one."

He Xijue had never seen such a talkative doctor, he looked at him, then at the dumplings, and finally ate one reluctantly.

It's just that when he first tasted the dumplings, his expression changed slightly. He looked at Dr. Yang and questioned, "You made these dumplings?"

"Yes, I made it, how is it? Is it delicious?" Dr. Yang nodded without changing his face.

"You didn't make these dumplings." He Xijue said with certainty.

"Oh, it seems that impersonation is still not enough. Why is it so difficult to ask for credit?" Doctor Yang looked annoyed, "Well, I admit that I didn't make these dumplings, but Ms. Su. If you If you don’t like to eat, then I’ll eat it, I’m just hungry too.”

He reached out to take the dumpling, but He Xijue took it away before he touched the plate, "I'll eat it."

Before Dr. Yang had time to speak, he bowed his head and began to eat the dumplings seriously one by one.

There were more than 20 dumplings on a plate, and he ate them all in a short while, even the dipping sauce was clean.

Doctor Yang expressed his opinion from the side, "This is the most serious meal you have eaten since you came to the island. It seems that if you don't eat seriously in the future, I will go find Miss Su."

"Cough..." Embarrassment flashed across He Xijue's face, "She is not feeling well, let her do less work like this and rest more."

"Hexi reality, do you know that there is a communicator that is transmitted through the human body?" Dr. Yang said imaginatively.

He Xijue looked at him with a difficult expression, his long eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was waiting for his next answer.

"Just like me at this time, I became the mouthpiece between you and Miss Su, and it's still free of charge." Dr. Yang sighed, "The most indispensable thing in this world is dog food."

"What did she say?" He directly eliminated a bunch of nonsense he said, and asked the key points.

"She said that she left after lunch, and asked you to go downstairs to do some activities, so that you don't get sick from boredom in the room."

He Xijue looked at him, guessing the meaning of this sentence.

After clearing away the dishes, Dr. Yang added, "Of course, it's a kind of fun for you not to see each other, but can you let me, the single dog of thousands of years, go?"

When Dr. Yang came downstairs, Su Muyan had almost finished eating. Seeing the empty plate in his hand, he felt more at ease, so he got up and said to Dr. Yang and Jessica, "It's already afternoon, I have to go back I'm sorry to bother you today, thank you for your hospitality, and thank you Jessica, the flowers you planted are beautiful."

Lucia went back with Su Muyan.

She didn't rest well all night, and she fell asleep as soon as she returned to her room and read a book.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel his presence.

He hugged her, called her name anxiously, and carried her into the house anxiously...

This feeling was so real that Su Muyan wanted to sleep in a dream and didn't want to wake up.

"Miss Su, Miss Su." Lucia called several times, "Why is the temperature so high?"

She tried the temperature, and it was so hot that she quickly withdrew her hand, "I have a fever! Miss Su, wait for me to call Dr. Yang."

She hurried out of the yard and went to find Dr. Yang.

At this time, Dr. Yang was checking He Xijue's wound, and Lucia hurried over, "Dr. Yang, Dr. Yang, Miss Su has a fever, you should go and see quickly."

He Xijue got up quickly and walked directly to the gate.

Dr. Yang held the tweezers in one hand and the alcohol bottle in the other. He froze in the air, shook his head helplessly, put down his tools, took off his mask and said to Lucia, "I'll be right there."

He Xijue was the first to arrive at Su Muyan's room. At this time, she was burning faintly.

He stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, and the hot real touch made his heart tremble fiercely.

That night when he hugged her, as if he had found an important piece that had been missing for a long time, his heart was instantly complete.

Now looking at her like this and touching her head, the feeling is indescribable in a thousand words.

Doctor Yang and Lucia also arrived later, and when they came in, they saw He Xijue holding her in his arms, and said anxiously, "She has a high fever, prepare some ice packs, and you can't add amoxicillin to the drip. Allergic to Xilin."

Dr. Yang took his temperature and it was already 39 degrees. It was a serious situation. Why didn't he notice it just now?

Did she hide it too well, or did she not notice?
Lucia said with some guilt, "On the night Mr. Hexi arrived, Ms. Su got caught in the rain at the beach. After I came back, I asked her to make ginger soup. I asked her if she was okay the next day. She said it was okay and followed her. I went to the beach to catch up with the sea, and it probably got worse at that time, because I didn't take good care of her."

"She has a cold body and gets sick easily, so you have to pay attention, but these are none of your business, just watch her more in the future." He Xijue didn't blame Lucia, and after Dr. Yang gave Su Muyan an antipyretic injection While holding her body.

"Don't use your injured arm!!" Dr. Yang immediately protested seriously.

He Xijue had to change his hand, and Doctor Yang reluctantly accepted it. After giving Su Muyan a fever-reducing injection, he was put on an intravenous drip.

Lucia prepared a towel, and He Xijue applied the towel to her forehead, changing it again and again when it was hot, very careful.

It was rare to see him so focused, and the two of them couldn't bear to disturb him. After explaining, they left the room one after another.

He Xijue just kept guarding Su Muyan, taking her temperature every 10 minutes, until she started sweating, and the stone hanging in her heart fell to the ground until she started to sweat.

Probably because the fever subsided, Su Muyan felt better and slept more soundly.

He Xijue just hugged him the whole way without letting go.

There are three bottles of drips in total. Her blood vessels are thin and the infusion speed is very slow. He Xijue watched patiently after the drips were infused little by little before helping her get a pillow and place the blood to flow back according to the position of the needle hole.

The clothes on her body were already soaked, He Xijue got up to find the clothes, and slowly tried to change them on for her, but halfway through guessing, Su Muyan turned over and pressed the clothes completely.

How long has it been since he looked at her so closely, He Xijue's Adam's apple rolled up and down, using all his self-control to straighten her body, and continued to help her change clothes.

She didn't move for a while, and obediently let him change her clothes.

This was probably the biggest challenge to He Xijue's self-control. He also sweated on his forehead, and his whole body was boiling hot.

Every movement, every touch was torture to him, very sweet torture.

He didn't know how many times he swallowed his saliva and how many times his hands shook before he reluctantly helped her change into clothes. The moment the quilt was covered, he let out a slow and long breath.

It's finally all right.

I have never felt that helping someone change clothes is such a torment.

He Xijue was sweating profusely and had to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

The self in the mirror is a little strange to the previous self.

The beard has already grown, and it has turned green slightly around the mouth, and the hair has also grown a little. I always pay attention to my image. In the past few days, I have been thinking about her, and I haven't paid too much attention to my image.

If she woke up and saw herself like this, she would probably be frightened.

He Xijue touched his stubble, and finally rummaged in the bathroom, found the razor, hung up his beard, combed his hair, and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door.

Dr. Yang said that she had already found herself, so she might as well indulge herself once.