Shen Kexi lowered his head, lowered his eyes slightly, and there were thousands of thoughts in his heart.

Many, many people knew that her sincere treatment of him seemed to have moved many people, but she could not move him.

at the same time.

Ji Yang looked at Dr. Chen who was about to give him an injection and said slowly, "I don't want to get better so quickly."

Dr. Chen turned his head suddenly, thinking that he heard wrongly, and swallowed, "Master, what do you mean..."

In the past, he was always told to increase the dosage and refused to listen to dissuasion.

"Healing is a process, isn't it?" Ji Yang leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes scanning towards him.

She is delicate and frail, with the ends of her eyes slightly raised, which is really pitiful.

"...Yes..." Dr. Chen nodded nervously, not knowing what the noble young master was thinking.

"It should be more about recuperation. Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause." Ji Yang coughed several times and gasped, "Give me more glucose, I'm running out of energy."

Doctor Chen looked at him and felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Is it already so serious?

What if the dose is increased to knock someone out?

He started to give a small dose, and also gave Ji Yang two bottles of glucose. This noble young master was too delicate to bear the torment.

After Shen Kexi took a shower, how could she take a rest?

She went downstairs to have a quick bowl of porridge and two dumplings, and ate breakfast and lunch together.

Afterwards, he went up with the porridge and stir-fried vegetables cooked by Feng's mother.

"Miss Shen." The assistant was a little boy with a round face. When he saw her coming in, he stood up.

Still a little bit at a loss, facing a beautiful woman at a loss.

Shen Kexi had already put on a knee-length skirt, white and blue met, her waist was tightened, her curves were delicate, and she deliberately relaxed her movements at this time.

Beautiful, elegant and gentle.

She smiled lightly and lowered her voice, "You go out first, I'll watch."

The little assistant reluctantly left.

Shen Kexi brought the food to the bedside and looked at the three large bottles of injections that had not yet been injected, fearing that they would have to be injected until evening.

She sat for a while, and Ji Yang suddenly frowned, his face changed, he felt a little out of breath, and coughed a few more times.

Before he could open his eyes, a pair of small hands were attached to his chest, and they slowly helped him calm down.

"Kexi." He opened his eyes just a slit, and without seeing the person clearly, he already spoke, dragging his voice and speaking very weakly.

That look aroused the protective desire in her heart. She felt that he needed her, so her voice softened a lot, for fear of scaring him, "Are you hungry? Do you want some porridge?"

Ji Yang shook his head weakly.

"You have to eat a little, otherwise your body won't be able to bear it." Shen Kexi knew that he was stubborn and was tired from the injections, so he probably didn't want to lift his hands.

"I don't want to." Ji Yang opened his eyes, his eyelids were twitching as if they had no strength, and he looked like he was dying. If he listened carefully, he could see that he was arrogant.

Shen Kexi was anxious to death, but when she saw his face that was slightly red from coughing, his eyes were still misty.

No matter how anxious the anger is, it must be extinguished.

"Brother Ji." Shen Kexi picked up the bowl, "Don't let Auntie and Grandma Ji worry. I'll bring the table over and we can eat some."

Ji Yang looked at her with dark eyes, his gaze seemed to be helpless by her, "I know it well."

Shen Kexi didn't care about him, brought the table over and put the food on the table.

Ji Yang hesitated for a while, then slowly picked up the spoon and took a small sip of the porridge, slowly, and didn't do anything again for a while.

She looked anxious.

After a while, Mr. Gui finally moved his mouth and took a second sip, but the food in front was not touched at all.

How about just drinking porridge?

Shen Kexi picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of steamed meat and put it in his bowl. Ji Yang looked up at her.

"Eat some."

Young Master Gui didn't say anything. He slowly moved his hand again, took the spoon and put the steamed meat into the meat.

He ate slowly and without making a sound. He held the spoon with his fingers, put it down and picked it up again. He was full of dignity cultivated by aristocratic families.

She thought he was lazy and didn't have the energy to pick up the food, so she sat on the bed and reached out to pick up the food for him.

Put the vegetables into the porridge, he took a bite, and she put some more, and after another bite, she started putting them again.

Ji Yang didn't say anything. He was very tired and used up all his strength because he was afraid of eating.

After eating, I fell sick again.

Shen Kexi cleaned up the bowl, put it aside, and came over to pull the quilt higher for him, fearing that he would not sleep comfortably.

At this time, the injection was half done and Ji Yang had no energy to say anything else to him.

She looked at him in his pajamas, loose and revealing his exquisite collarbones, with porcelain white skin and light red lips, making him even more attractive.

This look makes people want to do whatever they want.

But the thought that he was still sick and very weak made people stop thinking about it all.

Shen Kexi raised her head and glanced at the needle water, then carried down the bowl she had packed away. During this period, she also received a call from Shen Yihe, who asked her why she didn't come to work.

Ji Yang didn't want people to know that he was sick, so she made a fuss and said that she felt a little uncomfortable and had taken antipyretic medicine and had to rest for two days.

Tomorrow is Friday, and there are still two days on the weekend, so there is enough time.

Shen Yihe has been very busy recently, and both siblings are very independent, so they didn't doubt her.

Ji Yang didn't get up until the evening. The dinner made by Feng's mother had already been warmed. Ji Yang's mouth was too finicky. He was afraid that it wouldn't taste as good if he warmed it again, so he made it again.

When she brought it up, she had already gotten up and stood by the window.

Not far away, the setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon red. He stood there without moving. Then he noticed her coming in and said, "I'm afraid it's going to rain tonight."

"Brother Ji, you need to wear more clothes and don't catch cold." Shen Kexi put down the food, "Come over and eat first."

Ji Yang turned around and said politely and calmly, "Thank you."

She shook her head and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

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