After women's clothing, I bent the boss

Jin Yuan didn't know for sure whether Jiang He's assistant had noticed something wrong and brought a doctor to treat him in the past three hours, or whether Jiang He himself found out that the wrong person sent the message to the doctor.

All he knew was that he couldn't get in touch with Jiang He right now, and he didn't dare to gamble on speculation before he got accurate information, let alone he couldn't afford to gamble.

After Jin Yuan hastily greeted Chen Han and He Luo who were still chatting in the private room, he hurriedly hailed a taxi and rushed to Jiang He's hotel. He had to check the situation anyway to be at ease.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Jiang He's assistant Feng Yu and Gao Xinyu's team come out of the hotel gate talking and laughing, got into a commercial vehicle, and drove into the night. It looked like the situation didn't notice her boss's illness at all. .

Jiang He brought Feng Yu's assistant with him on this business trip, which means that no one can take care of him except this assistant. Now that Feng Yu is not here, what should Jiang He do if he burned in the hotel for three hours?

Jin Yuan didn't have time to think about other things, he searched the nearby pharmacies with his mobile phone, and searched one by one to buy medicine.

At this point in time, all normal pharmacies were closed. Jinyuan walked a long distance before finding a convenience pharmacy that was open. Bought a bunch and hurried back to the hotel.

Jinyuan reported Jiang He's name and room number at the front desk of the hotel: "My friend is sick, can I go in and see him?"

"No, sir," the two receptionists of the hotel shook their heads repeatedly, "You must get the consent of the guests before you can enter."

Jin Yuan took a tough attitude: "But he is sick now, and he is probably in a coma. If something happens, can you bear the responsibility?"

The two receptionists looked at each other, unable to handle the situation, had to call their duty manager over.

After understanding the situation clearly, the manager on duty checked Jiang He's information with Jinyuan again, and after confirming that it was correct, he called Jiang He's guest room, but no one answered, and they were willing to let Jinyuan in.

Fortunately, the doctor in the hotel was on duty at any time. After learning what Jin Yuan said, he even sent a doctor to go with him.

As soon as the door of the room was opened, Jin Yuan looked at the person lying on the bed, huddled together, his whole body flushed with fever, his hands trembling faintly while holding a large bag of medicine.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if Jiang He didn't send the rescue news to him tonight, but sent it to other unimportant people.

At this moment, he can only be thankful, thankful that he sent the message to himself, others may ignore him, but he will not.Fortunately, he felt a little guilty, guilty that he hadn't seen the news earlier, and seeing the news earlier wouldn't have made him feel uncomfortable for so long.

Jin Yuan took a steady breath, looked at the doctor who was examining Jiang He, and asked softly, "Is the situation serious?"

"Fortunately, it came in time." The doctor took Jiang He's temperature and exhaled, "It's 38 degrees, and it's not too serious. I'll give him two antipyretics first."

Jin Yuan relaxed, watched the doctor skillfully pour the antipyretic medicine out of the medicine bottle, and suddenly said, "He drank a lot of alcohol two days ago, maybe his stomach is not feeling well, can he use this medicine?"

The doctor wanted to say that as long as he didn’t drink alcohol before he had a fever, there would be no problem taking this medicine, but seeing Jin Yuan’s nervous look, he silently poured the medicine back into the medicine bottle, and replaced it with two mild medicines. Potion: "Get some drips."

"it is good."

Jin Yuan was also afraid that the alcohol remaining in Jiang He's body would conflict with the antipyretic medicine, and other accidents would happen. Although the IV drip was slow to take effect, it was milder and did no harm to the body.

The doctor gave Jiang He an IV drip with ease, and gave him some simple treatment. After checking the time, he asked Jinyuan, "Will you change the medicine?"

A bottle of drip will take about an hour, and it is obviously impossible for the doctor to stay in the guest room for this hour.

Jin Yuan raised his eyes: "Yes."

He was born with hypoglycemia, and when the blood sugar supply in his body was insufficient, he relied on glucose injections to supplement it. From childhood to adulthood, he always carried a set of tools with him wherever he went, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.

"That's good." The doctor put away the tools and went out. "Then take care of him. If there is any emergency, ring the bell in the room. I'll come up after the two bottles of intravenous drip."

After the doctor left, Jin Yuan looked at the man lying on the bed who was having difficulty breathing, put down the plastic bag that was strangling his hands, and touched Jiang He's forehead with his free hand, causing his fingertips to curl up slightly.

Jin Yuan frowned. He didn't know how long it would take for the drip to work. He had burned for a long time before, and if he continued to burn like this, he was really afraid that something good or bad would happen to him.

Jin Yuan rummaged through the plastic bag and found a few packs of fever-reducing stickers. He was in a hurry to buy medicine before and wanted a little bit of everything. Now there are some that can come in handy.

Putting the anti-fever stickers on Jiang He, Jin Yuan went to get another cup of warm water, dipped a cotton swab in the water, and applied it on his parched lips.

"You are so grown up." Jin Yuan stared at Jiang He's almost perfect lip that was full of cracks, and frowned, "Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

"Then let me take care of you, okay?" After a few seconds of silence, Jin Yuan's voice sounded leisurely in the silent room, barely audible, "As long as you agree, I can always take care of you in the future and will never appear again." Something that hurts you like today."

"OK?"

Jin Yuan asked again softly, but the person lying in a coma on the bed did not give him an answer.

After a long time, a long sigh came from the room.

"Get well soon," Jin Yuan's hand rested on the top of Jiang He's head, but he didn't touch it in the end, he just touched the hair on the top of his head with his fingertips, his pupils deepened slightly, "It won't hurt when you get well. "

After one bottle of intravenous drip was over, Jin Yuan replaced him with another bottle, and took his temperature again. The temperature seemed to have dropped a bit, and it was not as hot as before, but it might be because the fever lasted for too long, and now the fever has subsided. , the situation not only did not improve, but also appeared chills and tremors all over the body.

After all, Jin Yuan is not a doctor, and he didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he had to call the doctor again.

"It's not a big problem," the doctor said after the examination to reassure Jin Yuan, "The patient still has a low-grade fever, just let him sweat."

"Sweating?" Jin Yuan looked at the uncomfortable person curled up on the bed, and without thinking, he packed up the quilts from other rooms and covered them all over Jiang He.

Seeing Jin Yuan's action, the doctor opened his mouth in surprise, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter: "Are you planning to suffocate him to death?"

Hearing this, Jin Yuan lowered his eyes, silently hugged the quilt off Jiang He's body, and raised his eyes to look at the doctor: "Then what should I do?"

The doctor asked him, "Will you unbutton it?"

Jin Yuan was silent for a while, then nodded.

The doctor ordered Jin Yuan unceremoniously: "Go and unbutton his shirt."

Jin Yuan paused, his eyes fell on Jiang He, from his delicate jaw line to his neck, looking at his sexy protruding Adam's apple, a small section of collarbone exposed from his pajamas, he didn't move for a long time.

The doctor came out of the bathroom after heating up the towel, seeing that Jin Yuan hadn't moved, he urged, "Why are you still standing there, move faster."

Jin Yuan pursed his lips, threw away all the bad thoughts in his head, bent down, and unbuttoned Jiang He's pajamas one by one with his slender white fingertips.

Jiang He was wearing a silver-gray silk pajamas, which made his skin pale. It may be due to the fever, and there was a faint blush in the white. Jin Yuan moved his eyes unnaturally, not daring to look.

The doctor didn't notice his small movements, and stuffed a hot towel into his hand: "Wipe his body, be careful not to pull the infusion tube."

Jin Yuan responded, and the remaining sound trembled a little.

Holding a hot towel, he carefully wiped all parts of Jiang He's body. The reddened skin became even more reddened by the hot towel.

Jin Yuan's gaze sank, and he quickened his movements.

After wiping it with a hot towel, Jiang He really didn't feel so uncomfortable.The doctor waited for a while, but found no other adverse conditions, and stood up: "If he still feels uncomfortable later, you can continue to wipe his body."

After speaking, he saw Jin Yuan's overly nervous handsome face again, and joked again: "Or, you can choose to hug him, which can make him feel more comfortable."

hug?

Jin Yuan's eyelids drooped slightly, staring at the flush on Jiang He's body that had just been wiped and hadn't faded away, he thought carefully about the doctor's words.

In the end, Jin Yuan did not choose to hug Jiang He, but re-buttoned his clothes, covered him with a quilt, and covered him tightly from toe to toe, leaving no gaps where the wind could blow.

After the second bottle was dripped, Jiang He's body temperature quickly returned to normal, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he gradually returned from a coma to a normal resting state.

Jin Yuan pulled out the needle from Jiang He's blood vessel, pressed it with cotton until the blood vessel on the back of his hand stopped bleeding, and then found a band-aid for him.Cleaned up the room and planned to leave before he woke up.

Before leaving, he sat in front of the bed, and finally reached out his hand to brush the broken hair on Jiang He's forehead, watching his usually gentle and elegant face with a white fever-reducing patch stuck to it, sleeping peacefully, with the corners of his lips Wei Ben: "You look quite soft like this."

Not at all the usual momentum.

There is an urge to be kissed.

"Ok?"

It might be because Jin Yuan got a little closer, Jiang He, who was gradually waking up from his coma, sensed someone approaching, and vaguely raised his heavy eyelids to take a look.

Jin Yuan was afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to make any further moves.

He didn't move, but the person on the bed moved.

Jiang He raised a hand from under the quilt, touched Jin Yuan's earrings with his warm fingertips, and called out in a vague way, "Yuanyuan?"

Are you still thinking about him when you are sick?

Jin Yuan lifted his eyelashes slightly, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, and he responded in a low voice with a slight hook of his voice: "Yeah."

As soon as the words fell, before Jin Yuan could react, his head was hooked down by Jiang He. Caught off guard, a dry and scorching kiss covered his lips, burning his snow-white earlobe. bleeding.