you bastard black belly attack

Yan Xun still had a high fever in the middle of the night, but he was shivering and shouting cold.

Qu Haochen stayed by the bed the whole time, not daring to fall asleep, and when he heard it clean, he wrapped Yan Xun in a quilt and hugged him in his arms, softly comforting him.

"Okay, be good, baby, I'm here, I'm holding it, it's not cold anymore..."

Yan Xun didn't wake up until the next morning, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qu Haochen's face, and he was hugged by Qu Haochen just like that.

"Honey, are you awake? Where's the pain?"

Just as Yan Xun wanted to speak, he felt a tickle in his throat and coughed suddenly.

Qu Haochen was so distressed that he gently patted Yan Xun on the back.

Yan Xun finally calmed down, leaning against Qu Haochen's arms and panting.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm... I feel so hot... I feel dizzy... My throat hurts... My chest hurts too... I..."

Before he finished speaking, he lay on Qu Haochen's body again and coughed violently.

While comforting Yan Xun, Qu Haochen stretched out his hand and rang the bell.

A group of doctors and nurses opened the door and walked in.

This is a military hospital. Everyone knows that the Qu family, who is very capable in military affairs but married to the second young master of Shang, lived in here. What's the matter, the Qu family can't blame it, how can they offend?So he consciously dispatched the most authoritative team in the hospital to come and see.

"Second Young Master Qu!"

"What happened to him? He had a fever all night, and he coughed badly in the morning."

The attending doctor looked at Yan Xun who was still coughing in Qu Haochen's arms, listened to Yan Xun with a stethoscope, and turned to Qu Haochen.

"Second Young Master Qu, is Young Madam coughing up phlegm?"

"No, just a dry cough."

"Second Master Qu, the results of the examination done by Mrs. Shao last night have come out. There are large dense and fuzzy shadows on the chest X-ray examination picture, and there are circular lumps on the CT picture. Our judgment is a lung abscess."

"Lung abscess?"

"Yes, it is still in the early stage. There will be high fever, chills, cough, and then mucus sputum will be coughed up. After that, the pus will turn into pus sputum. When all the pus is discharged, the symptoms will improve."

Qu Haochen frowned: "Will he have a high fever all the time?"

"Yes, the body temperature will return to normal after the pus is discharged, so you need to pay attention to drinking plenty of water for the young lady to prevent excessive sweating and dehydration. Qu Ershao, this is the treatment plan we have formulated."

Qu Haochen took it and scanned it roughly, and then returned it to the doctor: "You can decide on the treatment plan, but you must let him recover as soon as possible. If drainage is done, use postural drainage. Bronchoscopy drainage is too uncomfortable, so don't do it for him."

"Okay, Second Young Master Qu, do you need us to keep escorts?"

"No, I'm fine here, and I'll call you if something happens."

"Ok."

When the doctor left, Qu Haochen looked down at Bao Er who lay on his body and coughed from time to time: "Baby, you have been really troubled by your illness this time."

Yan Xun yelled at Qu Haochen hoarsely: "If you think I'm tormenting you, then leave me alone!"

Qu Haochen helplessly rubbed Yan Xun's little head: "Baby, how can I dislike you? I love you dearly! I have a high fever all the time, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Yan Xun gently rubbed against Qu Haochen's arms, coughed again, stretched out his hands to wrap around Qu Haochen's neck, and straddled Qu Haochen.

"Ah Chen...I'm cold..."

Qu Haochen helplessly looked at Yan Xun, who was already wrapped in two quilts, and could only reach out and hug him tightly: "Good boy, I'm hugging him! It's not cold anymore!"

Yan Xun shuddered, then flinched again: "No way...Ah Chen...still cold..."

"Honey, you've already been wrapped in two quilts, and I can't hold you anymore."

But Yan Xun felt uncomfortable when he heard this, and turned his head and yelled at Qu Haochen: "If you can't hold it, then don't hold it! Let go! I'm cold and you don't even cover me with a quilt! You go away open!"

As he spoke, he struggled to get down in Qu Haochen's arms.

But Yan Xun has no strength, how dare Qu Haochen let him toss around like this, quickly hugged Yan Xun tightly, and fixed it in his arms: "Baby, be good, don't make trouble! I'll hold it, I will care about what happens to you, baby." Hold on! Be good, stop making trouble!"

After struggling for a while, Yan Xun lost his energy, and collapsed in Qu Haochen's arms, but still closed his eyes and turned away from looking at Qu Haochen.

Qu Haochen asked Da Fei to come over with another clean quilt, wrapped it up for Yan Xun, and lay on the bed with him in his arms.

"Honey, are you still angry?"

"Humph!"

"Baby, be good, don't be angry, okay? It's my fault, I shouldn't let my baby be cold! Be good, baby, don't be angry with me, okay?"

"Hmph! You know you're wrong?"

"Well, I know I was wrong."

"Hmph! Then you have to hold me all the time!"

"Okay, I've been holding my baby all the time!"

Yan Xun was so pleased by Qu Haochen's coaxing, he gently rubbed against Qu Haochen's body, resting his head on Qu Haochen's chest.

"Ah Chen, you have a heavy blue color under your eyes! Did you not rest in Australia?"

"Well, how can I sleep without holding my baby?"

"Hee hee...then you go to sleep now! I'll let you hold me!"

"Honey, you're still sick! I'm worried..."

"Oh, it's okay, just wake you up if I feel bad!"

"Baby..."

"They told you to sleep! You said you would listen to me!"

"...Okay, then I'll sleep for a while, baby, you must call me if you feel uncomfortable!"

"it is good!"

Qu Haochen was lying on the bed, with the baby in his arms that he had been thinking about for so long, and finally he was able to calm down. The drowsiness of not resting for so many days hit him, and he soon fell asleep.

Although Yan Xun urged Qu Haochen to go to bed, he still felt uncomfortable, especially without Qu Haochen coaxing him.

The body temperature couldn't drop all the time, and my whole body was burning uncomfortably, but I still felt cold, even though I covered so many quilts, I was still cold.

My throat was itching all the time, and I was coughing so badly that I couldn't stop.

Head dizzy, feeling out of spirit.

Yan Xun leaned on Qu Haochen and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Qu Haochen was awakened by a short gasp.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his baby holding his chest, panting in pain.

"Baby, what's the matter? Does your chest hurt?"

"pain···"

Qu Haochen hurriedly rang the bell to call the doctor over.

"Second Young Master Qu, the young lady's chest pain is caused by the inflammation spreading to the pleura. We will inject some antibiotics to the young lady to control the scope of the inflammation."

"Okay, I see."

Yan Xun looked at Qu Haochen with tears in his eyes, his breathing was short and rapid.

"Baby, be good, I'll rub it for you, baby, can you bear it?"

"Um···"

Qu Haochen reached into Yan Xun's quilt, only to find that Yan Xun's clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Honey, you're sweating, I'll change your clothes for you."

Saying so, he asked Heizi to come over with a set of clean clothes, closed the doors and windows in the room, and then lifted the quilt to wipe Yan Xun's body and change his clothes and sheets.

Qu Haochen was afraid that Yan Xun would become dehydrated after sweating so much, so he fed a large glass of water, but it didn't take long for Yan Xun to vomit it out.

"Baby, be good, can you drink a little more? We don't drink so much, just a few sips!"

"Don't... feel bad... can't drink..."

Qu Haochen had no choice but to ask the doctor to prepare glucose and give him an injection if it really didn't work.

Yan Xun coughed dryly for two days, and finally coughed up some mucus and phlegm on the third day.

Yan Xun felt uncomfortable all over, his body was sore and limp, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up, so he could only be hugged by Qu Haochen, with his head buried in Qu Haochen's arms and coughing violently.

Qu Haochen lowered his head and could only see Yan Xun's head trembling on his body, and a muffled cough came from his chest.

Qu Haochen hugged Yan Xun with one hand and patted him on the back, while holding the sputum cup in the other hand to get ready.

Yan Xun gave a soft "um", and Qu Haochen quickly moved the phlegm cup to Yan Xun's mouth.

Yan Xun turned his face slightly, spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the sputum cup, coughed a few more times, and spit some saliva before calming down, leaning against Qu Haochen's arms to breathe.

Seeing Yan Xun's distress, Qu Haochen felt so distressed, but he couldn't help him, so he reached out to hold Yan Xun tighter, and kissed the top of his head lightly.

Remembering that Yan Xun hasn't eaten anything in the past few days, every time he eats a few mouthfuls, he can't eat anymore, and if he eats a little more, he can spit it all out, and he has lost a lot of weight.

"Honey, let's have some more crucian carp soup now, shall we?"

Yan Xun shook his head lightly, just about to speak, but coughed violently again.

Qu Haochen had no choice but to continue patting him on the back and holding him a spit cup.

At night, it was also difficult for Yan Xun to fall asleep, coughing endlessly.

I finally fell asleep, and woke up again after a while, coughing again.

Qu Haochen didn't dare to sleep as he watched by the side, for fear that Yan Xun would feel uncomfortable sometime.

While Yan Xun was asleep, Qu Haochen had to wash Yan Xun's sweat-soaked clothes, clean his sputum cup, give him a cold compress with a towel, wipe his body, and make him crucian carp soup.

Heizi and Dafei watched from the side, wanting to help but unable.

The boss doesn't let them touch Madam's big underclothes at all... let alone wash them...

It's not up to them to take care of my wife...

Besides, when my wife was seriously ill, she had a bad temper... Even the CEO yelled... After the yelling, it was the CEO who apologized and admitted his mistake...

How dare they provoke... If the wife gets very angry... the president must not let them go...

All they can do is check the door...run an errand...send the sheets to dry cleaning...

The assistants to the presidents of these two big companies... how did they become bodyguards...

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