After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

Fu Yanmo was clinging to her like a child, just like that, time passed unknowingly, and soon, the smell of alcohol on Fu Yanmo's body dissipated, and he was not as clingy as he was at the beginning.

Qiao Anhao took out her mobile phone and called a doctor Fu Yanmo was familiar with. The doctor's surname was Zhang. Dr. Zhang came to solve it.

"Ms. Qiao, hello, what can I do?" Dr. Zhang answered the phone, he still knew Qiao An well.

"Fu Yanmo has a high fever now, and the situation is very bad. Can you come here as soon as possible?"

Qiao Anhao glanced at Fu Yanmo subconsciously, he was lying there quietly, like a doll that could be thrown away at any time.

"Okay, I'll go over right now." When Dr. Zhang heard that Fu Yanmo had a problem, he immediately dropped everything and rushed to Qiao Anhao's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to ask: "Fu Yanmo, how is his condition? Is there anything strange?"

Qiao Anhao shook her head, "I've been taking care of him, and there is no other strange phenomenon except for some confusion."

"But Ms. Qiao, you have to be mentally prepared. Fu Yanmo didn't like me the least when he was sick, and he even hated my approaching. As long as I approached him, he would be very irritable."

Dr. Zhang also felt very helpless. Normally, the two of them were close enough to wear the same pair of pants, but every time he was sick, seeing him was like seeing an enemy.

"Doctor Zhang, stop joking with me, go and see how he is doing."

After Qiao Anhao heard what he said, she felt a little ridiculous later.

Doctor Zhang shrugged. She didn't believe him, and he had nothing to do.

He reached out and probed Fu Yanmo's forehead, only to see that the other person's brows were furrowed, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Fu Yanmo, don't be nervous, you have a high fever now, I'll take your temperature."

Doctor Zhang is like coaxing a child. He hates dealing with the sick Fu Yanmo the most, making him look like a kindergarten teacher.

Fu Yanmo was in a daze, and didn't know if he understood.

Doctor Zhang took out the thermometer, took a deep breath, and prepared to put the thermometer under Fu Yanmo's armpit.

There are various thermometers on the market now, but only this kind of mercury thermometer is the most accurate.

They are used to this kind of thermometer as doctors, and the others are useless at all.

But he hadn't touched Fu Yanmo yet, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him, stretched out his hand and twisted his arm directly.

"Ah. Fu Yanmo, you are not human." Doctor Zhang cried out in pain. He clearly felt the pain in his arm. Based on his many years of experience, his arm was almost broken.

"Fu Yanmo, what are you doing?" Qiao Anhao pushed him away directly. After seeing her, he felt relieved, the hostility in his body disappeared, and he let go of his hands.

Dr. Zhang was saved now, otherwise he believed that he would definitely be sent to the hospital now.

"Look at what I said, he just hates me, and almost crippled my arm."

Doctor Zhang sighed, he was very speechless, he didn't come to harm him, why did he treat him like this.

God, did he do something bad in his previous life, and only met Fu Yanmo, the God of Plague, in this life.

"Well, Fu Yanmo doesn't resist you, I leave it to you to take the body temperature, I believe you will be able to complete the task assigned to you by the organization."

Doctor Zhang swore that he would never touch Fu Yanmo who was ill again. It was hard to say if Gou Ze could keep his arm or not.

Qiao Anhao shook her head helplessly, and took the thermometer from his hand.

"Fu Yanmo, now we take our own temperature, you have to be good."

Qiao Anhao spoke in the gentlest voice as if coaxing her own daughter.

After Fu Yanmo heard her voice, he suddenly became quiet and let her manipulate him.

The body temperature was measured soon, and the temperature was 39.6, which can be regarded as a high fever.

Based on his situation, Dr. Zhang prescribed some medicine, and then went out to buy it himself. He owed Fu Yanmo in his previous life, and now he lives like an old mother.

Fu Yanmo had been lying here for a long time, and he hadn't eaten anything from the beginning to the end. Qiao Anhao knew that his stomach was not good, and if he took medicine on an empty stomach, he would definitely feel even more uncomfortable.

"Fu Yanmo, lie down obediently. I'll make some porridge for you. You can take medicine after eating the porridge."

She is very patient now, maybe because he is a patient, she cares more about him.

Fu Yanmo nodded and closed his eyes. Now he doesn't mean anything. His only thought is to listen to Qiao Anhao. No matter what, as long as she says, he will listen.

Qiao Anhao moved quickly, the porridge was ready, and she pushed away the people in the bedroom after filling a bowl.

Fu Yanmo suddenly opened his eyes, his expression unavoidably flustered, "Qiao Anhao, where have you gone? Why don't you stay with me well? Could it be more happy to see me dying of illness?"

"Let go, Fu Yanmo, what are you getting nervous about again? I'm going to cook porridge for you. You haven't eaten for almost a day. Aren't you hungry?"

Qiao Anhao was really speechless, his tone was as if she had done something to apologize to him.

"I'm not hungry, I don't eat porridge." Fu Yanmo responded awkwardly, and waved the porridge to the ground.

"Fu Yanmo!" Qiao Anhao yelled, then took a deep breath, and told himself in his heart, don't be angry, don't be angry, he is a patient now, and he can't be fussy about it.

Fu Yanmo's current behavior is like her awkward daughter, which makes her find it funny.

Qiao Anhao had no choice but to serve another bowl of porridge, and it happened that Dr. Zhang also bought the medicine.

"Take a bite of porridge, and we can take medicine." Qiao Anhao coaxed him patiently.

"If you don't eat it, I won't eat it." Fu Yanmo was always arguing, his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't eat it if he said he didn't eat it.

No one can do anything about him.

"If you don't eat, don't eat. Your body is yours, not mine."

Qiao An was so angry that she wanted to take the bowl away. It had nothing to do with her whether he ate or not. She really didn't need it.

"Fu Yanmo is really pitiful. He is sick now and has no one to take care of him. He can't eat anything else."

Doctor Zhang began to babble, "Actually, he only looks scary on the outside, but in fact, he is a poor little person who is not cared about or loved. Even if he starves to death, he deserves it."

After Qiao Anhao heard what he said, Fu Yanmo's pitiful appearance, so hungry that he couldn't even speak, appeared in his mind.

Hey... She sighed and returned to Fu Yanmo's side again.