want to lie to me to love you again

Because of her anxiety, Fang Zhiyi almost drove all the way to the downstairs of Song Zhicheng's house.When he hurriedly parked the car and ran upstairs to knock on the door, he found that no matter how hard she knocked, there was no response from inside.

Fang Zhiyi thought to himself, don't you really faint in it?

But he quickly realized that it was working time, so maybe someone would go to work?So he took out his mobile phone and called the office of the Medicine Procurement Department. After learning that the director did not come to work today, Fang Zhiyi didn't know whether it was a sigh of relief or what.

He thought to himself that he must be sick, and this might be his chance to show off.

So, Fang Zhiyi slowly took out the key that was assigned last time from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and opened it with a slight turn.

He opened the door and walked in, and called twice symbolically, "Sincere? Sincerity? Are you at home?"

Sure enough, there was no response.

He sighed, looked up and saw the door of the bedroom was closed, and immediately knew what was going on.

He pushed open the door, and saw a figure protruding from the big bed at a glance. He walked over to sit down on the bed resignedly, and pushed him, "Sincere? Sincerity? Wake up?"

But there was no response from Song Zhicheng.

Since Song Zhicheng was lying with his back facing him, Fang Zhiyi couldn't see his situation. In case something happened to him, he had no choice but to turn him over so that he could check his situation.

Unexpectedly, seeing this almost frightened him out of his wits.Song Zhicheng's eyes were closed tightly, his face was flushed, his lips were gray and chapped, and he didn't know how long he had been burned.No wonder when I touched his back, I felt a rush of heat pass through the quilt to my palm.

He called out again, "Sincerity? Sincerity!"

But with Song Zhicheng's appearance, it was obvious that he had fainted from the fever.Fang Zhiyi subconsciously wanted to call him and send him back to the hospital, but after thinking about it, he had a fever and couldn't die, so he might as well take care of him at home, and take the opportunity to gain goodwill and wait for him Find another opportunity to talk about that when you wake up.

So Fang Zhiyi rummaged through all kinds of boxes and cabinets to find a thermometer and a bunch of antipyretics, and put them aside for later use.He shook the thermometer first, then lifted Song Zhicheng's limp arms and clamped them under his armpits, and then went to the bathroom to fetch a pot of hot water, intending to cool him down.

He now feels that Song Zhicheng may have been too stimulated for a while, and the reaction to his body caused the high fever, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

But when he took the thermometer out of Song Zhicheng's armpit, he instantly realized the seriousness of the problem.

39 degrees five, this is far beyond the scope of what I can solve.

If one is not done well, it will kill people.

So, Fang Zhiyi thought about it, and took out his mobile phone to make a call, "Hey, Lao Gao, are you free now? Can you come over?"

"..."

"No, it's not me that's sick. It's someone else."

"..."

"Boyfriend?" Fang Zhiyi's mouth curled up, "Then... let's say it's okay. In the Moyuan community, yes, come here quickly, the temperature is almost 40 degrees."

"..."

"Why don't you go to the hospital? My boyfriend won't let me! He said it smells bad there, which will affect his recovery. Okay, I'll give you 20 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhiyi put his left cheek against Song Zhicheng's forehead to test the temperature, and couldn't help but click his tongue, "It's really hot, this is the stove, right?"

After speaking, he found another kind of medicine from the pile of medicines on the bedside table, took one out and put it on the table, then went to pour a glass of warm water and put it aside, but he encountered difficulties.

What should we do now?

Song Zhicheng was in a coma and couldn't take the medicine on his own!

This fever-reducing medicine is not like medicine that can be poured down for him, and it doesn't melt in the mouth. Even if you want to feed it mouth to mouth, you can't do anything to him.What if I accidentally choke on the trachea?

So he helped Song Zhicheng up and let him lean in his arms.Song Zhicheng was unconscious at this time, so naturally he couldn't sit on his own, and he still had some weight. Fang Zhiyi couldn't help him up after a long time, because he fell straight down.

Helpless, he had no choice but to put his hands under Song Zhicheng's armpits and hug him to his chest.Song Zhicheng lowered his head and didn't respond at all.

Fang Zhiyi supported Song Zhicheng's chin, let his head rest on her shoulder, and then patted his face with one hand.

"Sincere? Sincerity? Wake up! Take the medicine before going to sleep!"

But Song Zhicheng didn't respond to Fang Zhiyi other than frowning subconsciously.

"Zhicheng?" Fang Zhiyi shook him again, but this time Song Zhicheng responded. He murmured, and vaguely recognized a person's name, "Xiaoying."

Fang Zhiyi's hands froze for a moment, his expression was a little abnormal, but then he relaxed again, and whispered in his ear, "Your little Ying died, and was killed in that snow field."

He thought Song Zhicheng wouldn't hear it, but he just heard this sentence, so his body shook violently, and he opened his eyes suddenly, with a dazed look. I was taken aback.

"you're awake?!"

"..." Song Zhicheng was still a little confused when he woke up. He turned his head slightly mechanically when he heard a familiar voice, "Why do you..."

"Don't say what's wrong with me. If I couldn't contact you today and asked someone to unlock the lock, I'm afraid you would have been quietly burned to death in this room. How do you feel now? Are you feeling better? Do you know? I took your temperature just now, it’s almost 40°.”

"Thank you, you saved me again."

"Finally admit that I saved you many times? How about Director Song, would you like to consider my proposal about 'promise with your body'?"

"..." Song Zhicheng once again avoided answering his joking question, and just said, "Can you give me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."

"I just poured a glass just now, and I didn't have time to feed you. Now it's just in use." After finishing speaking, he circled Song Zhicheng with one hand, and moved the glass to Song Zhicheng with the other hand, watching He lowered his head and took a few sips slowly, then stopped drinking.

"Why don't you drink it? Keep drinking it. My mother used to say that when you have a fever, drink plenty of water and go to the toilet a few more times to get rid of the toxins."

"Your mother?" After Song Zhicheng subconsciously asked, he suddenly realized that Fang Zhiyi's "mother" should be his adoptive mother behind him, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Fang Zhiyi put the water glass on the table, and raised his hand to caress the center of his brow, "Don't frown, frowning makes you grow old. You are just too preoccupied, that's why you always get sick."