Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a sickly villain

It was evening when Jiang Shen woke up, and he woke up from hunger.

He felt vaguely that he could not open his eyes, because his mind seemed to be in a daze.

But desperately opened his eyes.

Looking up, he saw Zhan Qintian who was working not far away. He touched his waist, and then raised his hand to touch his forehead.

He was sure, he had a fever.

Yesterday he himself was actually a little out of control, and the wound on his leg was not properly bandaged. In order to better satisfy himself, he was actually a little too anxious.

Later, I really forgot about the injury on my leg, and I got carried away.

"Fighting Qin Tian..."

His throat was hoarse, and the sounds he made were too small to be heard.

But the person who should be very serious at work heard this sound, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Shen who was having difficulty getting up.

Logically speaking, he should be mocking.

But seeing Jiang Shen's difficult movement of getting up, and the hoarse and subtle voice just now, his heart softened a little, he put the computer aside, and walked to the bed.

Just as he was about to reach out, he saw himself reaching out to Jiang Shen, with his hand stuck in mid-air, and he realized something was amiss. .seven

Why did he go to help Jiangshen? Doesn't Jiangshen deserve it?

He was about to stretch out his outstretched hand back, when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed him, borrowing his strength, he stood up.

"Take the medicine kit, I have a fever."

Jiang Shen doesn't want to talk about other things with Zhan Qintian now. The most important thing now is that he has a fever and the wound on his leg has not been treated.

It's really a knife on Sezi's head. In order to take Zhan Qintian down, the original owner actually gave himself such a powerful thing, really.

In the end, you have to suffer, not yourself.

The original owner was really, he didn't know what to say.

Zhan Qintian looked at the weak Jiang Shen, looked at Jiang Shen's pale face, and once again gave up the idea of ​​throwing Jiang Shen away severely.

He nodded, went downstairs to get the medicine box, and during this period, he also called the family doctor, watching the aunts at home sent Jiang Shen away.

He looked at the phone he had dialed and sneered.

It was really to take him down, and Jiang Shen also spent a lot of effort.

He deserved it for becoming like this.

But if a person dies like this, he really deserves it.

Zhan Qintian went upstairs with the medicine box. He put the medicine box on the bedside. Just as he was about to open the medicine box to find antipyretics, Jiang Shen reached out and took the medicine box.

Then Zhan Qintian watched Jiang Shen suddenly lift the quilt, and he knew that Jiang Shen had nothing under the quilt, so he immediately moved his eyes away, feeling angry in his heart.

Did he think he would do those things when he was sober?

If it is really a bad person, he will not change no matter what, but he imagined that he would come close to him, but he did not arrive as expected, but a slight muffled snort.

He glanced accidentally out of the corner of his eye, and saw a bloody patch on Jiang Shen's thigh.

His pupils shrank. How could he not know when he was injured.

Zhan Qintian looked at the sheets, only to find that the place where the two of them slept was stained with blood.

"You are hurt?"

Jiang Shen didn't speak, but took out a bandage from the medicine box and wrapped the injured thigh layer by layer.

After doing all this, he looked up at Zhan Qintian.

"Well, to resist the medicine, but it's obviously useless."

Jiang Shen then found the anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine box and swallowed it raw.