A glass of wine

Yi Chen caught a cold.

He had to admit that he was so delicate, but he knew that his body was not bad.

Although he is afraid of heat and cold, but in these years, he was really sick very rarely.

So people who don't often get sick suddenly catch a cold, which is really not a good thing.

That morning, he started to have a headache, a sore throat and a runny nose.

The doctor came to check him up and said that he had caught a cold, and gave him an injection and prescribed medicine to let him have a good rest.

Therefore, Yichen was forced by Lan Haoyu to recuperate at home.

Although the body is very uncomfortable, who would really take a minor illness such as a cold to heart.

Yichen took the medicine and fell into a drowsy sleep in the morning, even though he fell asleep, his body still felt very uncomfortable.

When he woke up, the large room was very quiet, the curtains were closed tightly, and the light in the room was dim. When he sat up, his head felt dizzy. kind of situation.

The heating in the room was very strong, Yichen felt hot, a thin layer of sweat secreted from his forehead, he lifted the quilt and got up and went to the ground, just when he stood still, his head felt dizzy again, and his body was also very sore.

Slowly walked to the door, opened the door, and there was a burst of silence outside the room.

Yichen suddenly felt lonely, and his voice became hoarse because of the discomfort in his throat. He called Lan Haoyu, but no one answered him, and his voice echoed in the empty living room.

Yichen stood at the door, too uncomfortable to move.

Lan Huai walked over at this time, and seeing Yichen standing by the bedroom door, a trace of worry and disapproval appeared on her always serious and upright face, walking to Yichen's side, she asked, "Young Master Ye? , is there anything you need, are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Yichen shook his head, his head was very dizzy, this sudden illness overwhelmed him, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is Lan Haoyu not at home?"

"Mr. is out on business. Do you have anything to do with him? I'll call him right away, and he said that if you wake up, call him."

Yichen turned around and walked into the bedroom, with a weak voice, "There's no need to call him, I'm fine."

He went back to the bed and lay on the bed, feeling very uncomfortable, but he couldn't fall asleep. He saw a thick book "The Establishment of the Empire" read by Lan Haoyu on the bedside, and he also She hugged her in her arms, leaned against the head of the bed and started flipping through the book.

Lan Huai didn't dare to disobey Lan Haoyu's order, even though Yichen said that she didn't need to call, she still did.

After a while, Lan Huai brought the phone in front of Yichen and said, "Young Master Ye, sir wants to talk to you."

Yichen raised his head and glanced at her. At this moment, Yichen was dizzy and his body was weak, his beautiful black eyes were full of fragile water, his brows were slightly furrowed, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were light, giving him a weak and quiet look. It felt like he was a completely different person from the usually explosive and bad-tempered kid.

He took the phone from Lan Huai, his nose felt uncomfortable, his throat felt uncomfortable, his voice also changed, and he looked very fragile, he called out in a low voice, "Brother Lan?"

Lan Haoyu's side was very quiet. He heard Yichen's voice and asked, "Is your body better? Why did your voice change? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Yichen sniffled and didn't have much strength, "It's nothing, isn't it just a cold, and it will be fine in a while. You can do your work, I'll read a book for a while."

At this time, Lan Haoyu didn't think that Yichen's illness was serious, so he said something to let him recover from his illness and hung up the phone.

Yichen ate a small bowl of porridge at noon and didn't eat anything else. After drinking the medicine, he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was Lan Haoyu sitting beside him and hugging his body, while the doctor stood aside and answered.

Yichen's mind was not clear, his body moved in Lan Haoyu's arms, and he opened his heavy eyes to look at Lan Haoyu's face.

Lan Haoyu found that he was awake, his frowning brows finally relaxed a little, his face revealed a trace of joy, and his hand gently stroked his forehead, "You have a fever, obviously you are recuperating at home, and you didn't go out to take a shower, why? Suddenly, he had a fever."

How could Yichen know the reason, his nose was blocked at this time, he felt difficult to breathe, and his body was cold and weak, so he had no choice but to let Lan Haoyu hold him like that.

The doctor gave Yichen an injection, but Yichen's spirit didn't improve much. When Lan Haoyu came in with porridge to feed Yichen, Yichen's mind was a little confused. He didn't know where he was and why. Here, he didn't even know Lan Haoyu a little bit.

Several scenes in the brain are constantly changing, as if in a dream.

Those scenes were either clear or blurred, his brows were wrinkled, his expression was extremely painful, and he was breathing heavily with his mouth open.

Lan Haoyu was frightened by his appearance, put down the porridge and took out a towel to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, "Xiaochen, what's wrong with you?"

Yichen's brows were still tightly furrowed, and he was talking nonsense, "Yu Jiaxiang, I'm not feeling well, I'm in pain..."

Lan Haoyu was stunned for a moment, then rushed out the door, and told Lan Huai outside, "Let the doctor come back immediately, call Mr. Zeng, and ask him to come."

Yichen had an infusion, but the fever still showed no signs of getting better. His body was always in a state of fever, and his forehead was sweating, but he was shivering from the cold. Lan Haoyu had no choice but to hold him in his arms and touch him gently. Only then did Yichen feel better, and his spirit could be slightly relaxed.

His body was obviously weak, but his hands were tightly grasping Lan Haoyu's arm, and Lan Haoyu couldn't move his arm even if he wanted to.

With Yichen's appearance, it doesn't look like he just has a cold.

Lan Haoyu was worried.

The doctor checked Yichen's body again, but he could only conclude that Yichen had a cold and had a fever, but he couldn't give a reason why the fever-reducing injection couldn't bring him down.

Lan Haoyu's face was very ugly, but he had no choice but to carry Yichen to the hospital for a thorough examination according to the doctor's advice.

Yichen's brain is completely chaotic, with various things mixed in it, sometimes in that beautiful big garden, sometimes walking on the road, and riding on a horse, it is not a nightmare, but as long as the mind appears In these scenes, he has a headache, and his whole body is in a state of anxiety, he just feels uncomfortable.

Yichen had an examination in the hospital, and the doctor concluded that there was nothing wrong with his body, it was just a fever, and an injection to reduce the fever would do.

However, Yichen still has a high fever after receiving two injections for reducing fever.

The doctor didn't dare to give him another injection, and Lan Haoyu didn't let them give him another injection, otherwise there would be problems.

Hugging Yichen who was burning all over, Lan Haoyu was so anxious that he wanted to kill to vent his anger.

However, Lan Huai brought bad news, "Sir, I managed to get in touch with Mr. Zeng, but he is in seclusion and couldn't come over."

Lan Haoyu glanced at Lan Huai with a pair of cold eyes, and Lan Huai couldn't help but took two steps back.

"Does he want to die? Tell him to come here quickly." Lan Haoyu was so angry that he slapped his palm on the table, and the table immediately collapsed and shattered.

Lan Huai had no choice but to back up and quickly dial the phone again.

Another servant brought medicine to Lan Haoyu, Lan Haoyu swept the medicine to the ground, and Yichen's favorite white long-haired carpet was stained with the medicine.

It's useless to take this medicine, so why should Yichen take it again.

Lying on the bed, Yichen's cheeks were flushed, her frown did not show any signs of loosening, and her long eyelashes trembled, showing fragility and pain.

Lan Haoyu wiped his cheeks and body over and over again with a towel, and gently kissed him on the forehead, "You will be fine, don't worry, I won't let any accident happen to you."