He Wangye dominates the entertainment industry

"Did you find out?"

Feng Heng gently closed the door of the ward, and took a stack of medical examination reports from Wen Yan.

Bai Nian had caught a cold since the live broadcast ended, and when he returned to Beishi the next day, he rushed straight to the hospital. When he checked the thermometer, it turned out to be 38 degrees.

After being hospitalized in a hurry, it has been two days. I have tried traditional Chinese medicine, western medicine, infusion, injection, and medicine, but the fever cannot be reduced. Now the temperature has gone straight to 39 degrees.

The little girl who had a fever was dizzy, humming, and was dragged for a full-body examination.

So far, the test results have just come out.

"She just caught a cold, the problem is not too big."

Wen Yan paused, frowned, and said, "The bigger problem is her constitution. Her immunity is very low now, and her body is also somewhat malnourished. It should be the root cause of her childhood illness."

Feng Heng closed the report, frowning: "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, it's fine if she doesn't get sick. As long as she gets sick, she will be the same as now. The treatment cycle is long, the recovery is weak, and it takes a long time. If you don't strengthen your immunity, you may get sick easily in the future."

"You should ask grandma to see what medicine she took when she was a child. Some people have special constitutions and are more sensitive to targeted medicines."

Feng Heng nodded, turned and went back to the ward.

The little girl's cheeks were flushed from the heat, and her head was already groggy, almost in a state of half-dream and half-awake.

Feng Heng touched her forehead, and the hot temperature came from his fingertips, which made his heart tremble, as if someone was pulling a knife little by little, and it hurt dullly.

He called Grandma Bai, but Grandma said that Bai Nian never had a single illness when he was a child.

Feng Heng frowned.

This obviously doesn't make sense.

"Bang bang", someone knocked on the door of the ward.

"Enter." Feng Heng rubbed his eyebrows.

The person who came was Sha Xiangyu, holding a small medicine bag in his hand: "Boss Feng, I heard that Bai Nian had a cold and a fever, so I brought her some medicine."

Wen Yan, who led him over, took the medicine bag in his hand, opened it, and said, "Many of these are old medicines, which are rarely seen in the market now."

Sha Xiangyu scratched his head: "Let's see if it works, that's all I can help."

He sat by the hospital bed and subconsciously helped Bai Nian tuck the corner of the quilt. He did it very skillfully, as if he had done it many times before.

Feng Heng stared at him, but asked Wen Yan: "Can the medicine be used?"

Wen Yan nodded: "They are all cold medicines, and they are still within the shelf life, no problem."

Feng Heng picked up the little girl, and the originally energetic little girl leaned softly in his arms, even her hair was hot.

He gently pinched the little girl's nose, and said softly, "Get up and drink the medicine."

The little girl frowned slightly, and subconsciously shook her head: "It's so bitter."

"Sweet."

Feng Heng took the medicine from Wen Yan, and stuffed the sugar-coated tablet into her mouth first.

That little bloodless mouth smacked twice: "Well, sweet."

Feng Heng took the opportunity to feed her water, guided her to swallow the pills slowly, and the ice and snow on her body were gone, her movements were extremely gentle.

After she swallowed all the pills, Feng Heng slowly put her on the bed, watched her fall into a deep sleep, and helped her tuck the corners of the quilt.

He acted like no one else was around, and Sha Xiangyu sat motionless on the chair.

The antipyretics took effect quickly, and in about an hour, fine beads of sweat appeared on Bai Nian's forehead.

Feng Heng let out a long breath.

As long as you sweat, the fever will quickly subside.

He carefully helped the little girl wipe off the sweat from her forehead, handed her over to the nurse, and then turned to Sha Xiangyu: "Come with me."

Sha Xiangyu held a silk handkerchief in his hand, pursed his lips, and chased after him: "Mr. Feng, is this yours?"

Feng Heng's eyes only glanced over the handkerchief for a moment: "You like it? I gave it to you."

Sha Xiangyu was startled slightly.

Giving it to him so easily shows that it was not embroidered by Bai Nian.

He followed Feng Heng to Wen Yan's office. Feng Heng leaned against the wall with his long legs crossed, looking indescribably noble.

"What else do you know, tell me."

Feng Heng looked down at him with a calm expression: "You try to tell all about her habits, medications, and hobbies."

Sha Xiangyu was a little confused.

He looked at the man in front of him, but in just two days, he seemed to have lost weight.

There is green stubble on the chin, and the eyes are also green.

Although such decadence did not damage his beauty, Sha Xiangyu was still a little surprised.

Feng Heng didn't listen to him, and couldn't help frowning, his already deep eyes became even deeper, with hostility leaking out.

Sha Xiangyu couldn't help shivering: "I don't know much either."

He confided the whole thing: "That is, when Bai Nian was sick and no one was taking care of her, I spent all my pocket money to stay with her in the hospital for a week, and then I left and left all my pocket money to her. "

Sha Xiangyu thought for a while: "By the way, she ate very little at that time. The doctor said she was malnourished, and I brought milk for her every day."

After a pause, Sha Xiangyu tentatively asked: "Didn't she tell you?"

His hands were in his pockets, holding onto the silk handkerchief all the time, his heart beating violently.

Frightened by his extremely bold guess for so long, he couldn't help it, and asked directly: "Mr. Feng, didn't she really embroider this?"

"No." Feng Heng raised his eyelids: "She is good at embroidery."

Especially in this world, I have never touched a needle or thread.

That silk handkerchief was the only silk handkerchief he had given him by drawing the little rabbit, which was imitated one by one.

He still has a lot, and he doesn't mind giving it to Sha Xiangyu.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Feng Heng's eyes were so deep that even the light could be swallowed.

Sha Xiangyu swallowed his saliva: "I..."

He gritted his teeth and patted the table: "Embroidery, dancing, acting, she is not good at any of these three."

"Especially dancing."

Sha Xiangyu took a deep breath: "At that time, she danced radio gymnastics with the same hands and feet. She was laughed at by her classmates for a long time, and she changed it after practicing secretly."

His guess was extraordinarily bold.

But the more you touch it, the stronger that feeling becomes.

"She didn't embroider it." Feng Heng emphasized.

"As for dancing..."

Feng Heng chuckled lightly: "Do you think her acting skills are good?"

Sha Xiangyu racked his brains and didn't expect this answer.

He slapped his forehead: "Understood, I understand, you are so clumsy! In such an environment, you have to learn to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, I understand."

He was amused by his unreliable thoughts, and handed the handkerchief to Feng Heng.

"Hey, I also think what I'm thinking is a bit outrageous. In modern society, how can there be such things as time travel and rebirth in novels? I just find it strange."

Feng Heng laughed softly: "What's so strange?"

Sha Xiangyu: "I have learned a lot of skills that she doesn't know. I also read her old news, taught the staff about skin care, and her personality has changed a lot. She was really timid before. Now... "

"Anyway, it's a big change."

He touched his nose and secretly looked at Feng Heng's face.

Based on these remarks, those who don’t know may think that he has read novels!

Unexpectedly, two smiles appeared on Feng Heng's exquisite face.

"You're fine."