Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

At night, Feng He was sleeping soundly in the room when she heard the system prompt.

[Meng Jinsong has a fever now. Go to his room and take care of him.]

Feng He blinked and showed no intention of paying attention to the system.

[……]!

The system played rock music in Feng He's head and turned the volume up to the maximum.

A minute later, Feng He couldn't stand the noise anymore and sat up from the bed with a look of despair on her face. Her hair was messy and she couldn't open her eyes.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and then ran to the second floor.

It was late at night, and there was basically no one in the villa, and of course there were no lights. Feng He went up to the second floor in the dark.

He walked into Meng Jinsong's room without any disguise and noticed that his breathing was a little heavy.

Feng He quickly walked to the bedside and used her hand to feel his temperature, which was indeed very hot.

"System, should I give him antipyretics now?"

[Um. ]

Feng He turned on the desk lamp in Meng Jinsong's room, found the medicine box, and took out the antipyretic medicine.

Meng Jinsong slept uneasily, but there seemed to be no sign of waking up.

[You feed him.]

Feng He looked at the solid pill in his hand and said doubtfully, "But he is unconscious now, there is no other way. He has to swallow it."

[That’s why I asked you to feed it.]

Feng He recalled the plot in the idol drama and asked with a grin, "I chewed it up and fed it to him mouth to mouth, right?"

[Hmm.] The system was surprised that his stupid host was so smart today?

Feng He held the medicine with some embarrassment. Meng Jinsong was now allergic, and his usually cold and handsome face was now covered with red rashes, which looked a little scary.

Feng He first went to the bathroom, dipped a towel in some water, wiped Meng Jinsong's face, and then wiped off his sweat.

Then he stood beside the bed without moving.

After a few minutes.

The system couldn't help but ask Feng He.

[Can you fall asleep standing here?]

Feng He replied seriously: "I'm just preparing myself mentally."

[…It’s okay. I can tell you secretly that this is Meng Jinsong’s first kiss.]

Feng He puffed up his cheeks and added, "I'm more worried about whether this medicine is bitter. If I chew it, it will be so bitter that I will die."

[…Uh. You’re really outrageous.]

Feng He ignored the system and continued to prepare himself mentally.

The system couldn't stand it anymore and reminded: "If you don't give Meng Jinsong the antipyretic medicine, his fever will get worse and the antipyretic medicine will be useless. Only an injection can solve the problem."

Feng He frowned in pain, looked at the small white particles in his hand, gritted his teeth, and stuffed the medicine into his mouth.

Then he climbed onto the bed, lay on top of Meng Jinsong, pinched his mouth open, and fed him the medicine mouth to mouth.

Feng He frowned as she felt the bitterness of the medicine as soon as she chewed it. As soon as Meng Jinsong's mouth was pried open by him, he immediately used his tongue to push the medicine into his mouth without any hesitation.

Then he picked up the warm water that had just been placed on Meng Jinsong's bedside and poured it into Meng Jinsong's mouth.

After checking that Meng Jinsong had completely swallowed the medicine, Feng He felt as if he had been pardoned. He immediately ran downstairs to rinse his mouth with water, and then looked for a drink in the refrigerator.

When the sweet and sour drink entered his mouth and diluted the bitterness, Feng He felt that he was alive again.

Whoo, whoo!

Now that his work was done, it was only a little after two in the morning.

[Go to sleep for a while. I will wake you up when Meng Jinsong's fever subsides.]

Feng He glared and said in confusion: "He said he would quit, isn't that all right? Why did you wake me up?"

[You just wiped Meng Jinsong's face, and he was sweating, so the rash-eliminating medicine he applied before bed has all melted. Go and apply it again.]

Feng He: “…”

He pouted and agreed.

Ok.

Feng He felt like she hadn't slept for long before she was woken up by the system's deadly alarms.

However, practice makes perfect, and with the advance preparation, Feng He quickly got into the state this time.

Sure enough, when he went up again, Meng Jinsong's breathing had stabilized, and his face and neck were dry, probably because the sweat had dried.

Feng He still took out a wet towel and wiped Meng Jinsong's face.

He also wanted to help Meng Jinsong wipe his body. Now his body must be sticky and not very comfortable.

Just do it.

Feng He took great pains to help Meng Jinsong clean up.

Then I prepared to get the medicine and help him apply it.

Meng Jinsong's face was hidden in the darkness, and his eyes had opened a little at some point.

He was watching Feng He's actions silently.

Feng He took out the ointment prescribed by her private doctor in the afternoon, squeezed the ointment onto her fingers, and then applied it carefully and gently to Meng Jinsong's face covered with red rashes.

Meng Jinsong closed his eyes the moment Feng He came up to him to help him apply medicine.

It's just that his eyelashes are slightly floating, like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly.

Feng He was concentrating on his work and naturally did not notice this slight movement.

He didn't leave until he had applied the ointment all over Meng Jinsong's face.

At this moment, Meng Jinsong, lying on the bed, suffered from extremely severe heart palpitations alone.

The feeling of Feng He's soft fingertips gently caressing his face echoed in his mind over and over again.

Meng Jinsong closed his eyes and tried his best to calm his heavy breathing.

Feng He went back to sleep after applying the medicine.

It was just daybreak now and he could still sleep a little longer.

However, after being served by him, Meng Jinsong was no longer sleepy.

Meng Jinsong was a little distracted thinking, it turned out that what he thought was a dream just now was not a dream...

Feng He just took the initiative to feed him some antipyretic medicine...

And wipe his face...

The next day, Meng Jinsong did not go to work. He rested at home.

What's more, he can't go out and see people with a face like this.

However, thanks to Feng He's "careful care" yesterday, the red rash on Meng Jinsong's face has mostly subsided.

Feng He didn't sleep well at night, and there were two obvious dark circles on her beautiful fair face.

When he came to call Meng Jinsong to eat in the morning, the two dark circles under his eyes, which made their presence felt, struck Meng Jinsong's heart.

"Mr. Meng, let's go downstairs for dinner. It's ready."

He pulled the corners of his lips and asked Feng He calmly, "I didn't sleep well last night. Why are your dark circles so heavy?"

Feng He stared dazedly and said, "Ah, yes, I didn't sleep well."

Meng Jinsong exhaled, and a soft emotion surged in his heart. He said in a soft tone: "I'll give you a day off today. Sleep well in your room. When you have recovered your energy, you can come back to work."

Feng He was startled, and even his heavy sleepiness was somewhat dispelled. He murmured to himself: "Really?"

Meng Jinsong nodded.

Before he finished nodding, Feng He had already disappeared.

Meng Jinsong laughed.

It was also evening.

[The buff I gave Meng Jinsong today is that he needs someone to accompany him to fall asleep.]

Because Fenghe had slept for a whole day, she was full of energy at night.

After the system assigned him the task, he jumped up from the bed with a somersault.

"Okay, I'll go right away."