Chronicles of the Modern Empress Dowager

"I have to go back to my own room." Li Wei supported her, but before she stood up, Zhao Qian stopped her and picked her up, put her on the bed, and pulled the quilt to help her.

"You have a high fever, don't you know it yourself? You don't have to go anywhere, just sleep with peace of mind." Zhao Qian's attitude was a bit cold.

Li Wei touched his forehead, it was really warm, no wonder his head was dizzy. Zhao Qian went to pour Li Wei a glass of boiling water and asked her: "Do you have any medicine yourself?"

"No..." Li Wei felt like in a dream, thinking about leaving this room as soon as possible. She couldn't have anything to do with this man, but she couldn't move her body.

Zhao Qian opened the door and went out. Li Wei was lying on the bed with hot body, she didn't want to think any more. In short, when Zhao Qian left, she was also quiet.

Zhao Qian knocked on another door, and it took a long time for a lazy voice to come from the room: "Who, most of the night, have already fallen asleep."

Zhao Qian said through the door: "It's me, in a hurry."

After another two minutes, the people in the room finally came to open the door.

"Qiu Kai, you help me buy some medicine back."

"Medicine? What medicine?" Qiu Kaigang was a little confused when he was awakened.

"Cure fever and cough."

"Do you have a cold?"

Zhao Qian said: "Don't ask so much, go buy it and send it to my room. Be quick."

Qiu Kai went back to the house and put on a thick coat and went out. Zhao Qian still went back to the room here. He looked down at the woman on the bed and was asleep with his eyes closed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and looked at this face carefully. The two long and thin eyebrows have been carefully drawn, and the eyes have been gently closed, the two rows of thick black eyelashes are slightly upturned, and under the straight and delicate nose are the red lips.

The woman in his memory was born extremely beautiful, and although the appearance of this woman is not bad, she can only be called beautiful and dignified at best. She is her, but not her.

Zhao Qian looked at Li Wei blankly for a while, and saw that most of her arms were exposed outside the quilt and frowned slightly, so he pulled her arm into the quilt.

Her body was still hot, but there was no one to take care of. Zhao Qian was moved with pity, and he began to recall how the people around him took care of him before he was sick.

It seems to be applied with a hot towel. He immediately got into action, ran to the bathroom to get a clean towel, soaked in hot water, twisted it, and walked quickly to Li Wei and put it on her forehead.

Li Wei felt uncomfortable when he was half-dreaming and half-awake, and his body was twisting, but Zhao Qian held down her body and whispered in her ear: "Be good, don't move, you will get better slowly."

Two minutes later, Zhao Qian realized that the towel was not so hot, and hurried to soak it in hot water again.

One of Li Wei's hand stretched out the quilt, Zhao Qian stared at that hand blankly. The hand in his memory had a few inches of nails, and the nails were dyed red with golden balsam juice. Her hands are well maintained, white and soft. A string of pink tourmaline bracelets is often worn on the wrist, but a ring of red gold inlaid with a red gem is worn on the finger all the time.

The fingernails were neatly trimmed, the fingers were long, and the bones were distinct, and they didn't look like any flesh. There is no jewelry on hand.

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment and finally reached out his hand, covering the little hand that was exposed. He was shocked and never thought that one day he could hold her hand.

"Your hands are really small." Zhao Qian couldn't help but whispered, and he didn't know if the person on the bed heard it.

Qiu Kai went out for nearly half an hour before returning, and brought a large packet of medicine when he returned. Qiu Kai personally handed the medicine to Zhao Qian's hand. He glanced inward from the door and vaguely saw that there was still a person lying on the bed. Qiu Kai was surprised and couldn't help asking: " Who is this person?"

"You don't need to worry about this. I worked hard for you most of the night." Zhao Qian closed the door with a snap.

Qiu Kai was at a loss outside the door, full of doubts, and wondered what Zhao Qian was doing. Come on, he is just an assistant of Zhao Qian. It doesn't seem to be good to interfere in his private life excessively. I just hope that he knows how to make a difference and don't leave any excuses to those unscrupulous media.

Zhao Qian took out the medicines in the plastic bag box by box, as well as a clinical thermometer. He carefully looked at the instructions on the box, and finally dispenses the medicine.

"Hey, it's time to get up and take medicine." Zhao Qian took the medicine with the water glass and called to Li Wei.

Li Wei half-opened his eyelids and looked at him once, his consciousness still not clear. Zhao Qian handed the water glass to her lips, Li Wei took a few mouthfuls, and then Zhao Qian stuffed her with medicine for her to swallow.

"What are you giving me?" At this moment, Li Wei seemed to wake up again.

"Medicine, you have to take medicine if you are sick."

Li Wei's eyes widened, she didn't seem to believe Zhao Qian's words.

Seeing her taking the medicine in person, Zhao Qian asked her to lie down again and covered the quilt again.

Zhao Qian thought of the small thin glass tube. He seemed to have seen someone use it before, but he was a little confused about how to use it.

"Hey, how do you use this thing?" Zhao Qian pushed Li Wei. Li Wei opened his eyes and saw that it was the thermometer, then he reached for it and put it under his armpit.

"I'm fine, you can go."

"It's all like this, it's okay. There is no one next to you to take care of." Zhao Qian couldn't help but leave Li Wei like this.

Li Wei wanted to say that you can't die from a cold, but her head is dizzy. She doesn't have the strength to fight with Zhao Qian.

39.6°C! High fever, no wonder it is so uncomfortable, sometimes sober, sometimes confused. Li Wei took the anti-fever medicine and still lay down. It took almost an hour to slowly see the effect, and the palms of her hands began to sweat. Zhao Qian stayed in front of Li Wei and took good care of him. He was finally relieved to see that the temperature on Li Wei had dropped. Feeling comfortable, Li Wei also fell asleep deeply.

She should be fine, Zhao Qian looked at Li Wei's sleeping face and couldn't help reaching out and touching her face.

Li Wei groaned: "I'm cold."

Still cold? His face was not cold. When he touched the palm of his hand, it was really cold. Li Wei in the bed twisted and curled up into a ball, his body seemed to be shaking slightly.

When Zhao Qian was a child, he heard from the nurses that someone would shiver after a high fever. How can I help her? When he was a child, he was sick and the nurse would always coax him softly in his arms, and then he slowly recovered.

This thought flashed, and he took off his shoes and stepped onto the bed to lie beside Li Wei, stretching his arms around her. Li Wei, in a daze, realized that a heat source was approaching her, and she squeezed towards the heat source by instinct.