High-IQ chaebol: begging for a hug in the arms of a black belly

That night, Shen Bocheng basically didn't sleep much, before dawn Shen Bolun had a fever again, probably caused by the side effects of anti-inflammatory drugs, he vomited out what he barely ate for dinner.

It burned repeatedly several times, and it didn't gradually stabilize until the next morning.

After eight o'clock, Xia Tingyu brought a lot of food with him.

Opening the door, Shen Bocheng made a shush gesture to him.

Xia Tingyu immediately understood, bowed his waist, walked in cautiously, asked the bodyguard to put the things on the ground, then turned around and gently closed the door before whispering to Shen Bocheng: "Or I'd better go!"

"Don't..." Shen Bocheng grabbed him and led him into the house, but thinking about his brother's cleanliness, he hurriedly put on the slippers on his feet for Xia Tingyu, while he walked on the floor barefoot superior.

"Have you eaten?" Shen Bocheng looked at the bags Xia Tingyu brought and asked him.

"No, I want to come over with you. By the way, how about brother?" Xia Tingyu directly omitted the word doctor.

"I had a high fever repeatedly throughout the night, and I vomited after I ate." Shen Bocheng also looked haggard, with blue stubble growing on his cheeks, making him look even more masculine.

"So serious? How did it happen?"

"Workaholics, make yourself sick."

After a while, Shen Bolun woke up.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

"Brother... drink some water." Hearing Shen Bocheng's cough, Shen Bocheng hurried over with water.

Xia Tingyu followed closely behind, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Shen Bolun lying on the edge of the bed coughing as pale as paper.

"Brother Doctor..."

"Xiao...cough cough...Xiaoyu...cough cough..." Shen Bolun wanted to speak, but sparks would appear from his throat as if rubbed with sandpaper.

"Stop talking." Shen Bocheng helped him up and brought the water glass to his mouth.

"Brother doctor, you can't do this, let's go to the hospital." Xia Tingyu said anxiously.

"He won't go. I said to take him to the hospital last night, but I disagreed with life and death. I said that I wanted to rest at home when I was sick, and I didn't want to go to the hospital." Shen Bocheng looked helpless.

"Oh, why are you so stupid, brother, if you don't go to the hospital, you can call the doctor home!" Xia Tingyu woke up the idiot.

"That's right, why didn't I think about it, I just thought that my brother is a doctor himself, why didn't I think that it's hard for a doctor to heal himself... Hurry up, call me, I'll call someone over."

"Ahem... No... No... Cough, cough..." Shen Bolun really didn't want to trouble others, since he felt that he didn't have the status to ask for this kind of treatment, and secondly, he didn't want to leave a hypocritical impression on Shen Bocheng.

"I can't listen to you anymore. If I listen to you again, you will die soon." Shen Bocheng said dissatisfied.

"Brother Shen, it's better to call my grandpa. He has a family doctor, who is gentler than the military doctor over there with Grandpa Shen." Xia Tingyu took out his mobile phone while talking.

"No need...cough cough cough..."

Ignoring Shen Bolun's protest, since Xia Tingyu came, Shen Bocheng seemed to have a backbone, and suddenly became stiff. He took his mobile phone and said coldly: "Stop talking, I'll call someone over."

"Kong Mo, find a doctor to come to my brother, and I will send you the address, the sooner the better."

Soon, Kong Mo rushed over with a doctor himself.

After an examination, it was determined that the high fever was caused by inflammation of the tonsils and lymph nodes, and the hanging water was put on again, and the doctor ordered some precautions.

It was almost ten o'clock after all these were done, Xia Tingyu went to look for the breakfast and found that it was already cold.

"Brother Shen... What can my brother eat, I use the microwave oven to heat it up, the doctor told me not to go on an empty stomach."

"He throws up everything he eats, and it's better to drink some porridge." Shen Bocheng had a very headache.

"Yes... There are sweet, salty, and white porridge." Xia Tingyu said while taking out, "Hey, it's still hot, it should be just right to drink now, no need to heat it up."

Shen Bolun smiled at Xia Tingyu who was holding the porridge, he was speechless, but the meaning was obvious, he was expressing his thanks.

At this time, Shen Tianhua called to inquire about Shen Bolun's situation. Shen Bocheng was busy, and Xia Tingyu answered. A specialized medical staff went over.

Xia Tingyu explained it again, and said that Shen Bocheng had already called the doctor to see it, and that's all for the old man.

The two of them were busy working with Shen Bolun. At first, he was very reserved, but gradually he let nature take its course and relaxed.

After another half hour, seeing that Shen Bolun wasn't sleepy at all, Xia Tingyu suddenly had an idea.

"Brothers, do you want to listen to music?"

Shen Bocheng's heart trembled. Ever since he saw Xia Tingyu sing on the video, every time he asked him to sing to him at home, he was ruthlessly rejected. How could he still have such shit luck today.

"On talent..." Shen Bocheng was so excited that his legs shook.

Xia Tingyu took out the iPad from the bag he carried, and opened the piano software.

"Yo...you also bring your own soundtrack?" Shen Bocheng laughed despite his anticipation.

"That must be." Xia Tingyu felt pretty good after playing a few syllables, "Brother Doctor, do you like listening to Chinese songs or English songs?"

"It's all...cough, it's okay." Shen Bolun felt much better at this time.

The boy who was as beautiful as an elf in front of him, with his long and narrow eyes curled up, said with a smile, "Then I will sing a foreign language song for you."

"better in time, show to you..."

A classic Queen's Pole song was played and sung by a boy stepping on a brisk rhythm.

The voice is no longer as vicissitudes as in the video, and the clear and sweet timbre once again overturned Shen Bocheng's impression of him being salty or sweet. This time, he was sure that Xia Tingyu had all kinds of flavors, just like a universal baby.

At the end of the short paragraph, Xia Tingyu saw that the two people opposite him were in a daze, and he stopped suddenly, "Doesn't that sound good?"

"It sounds good!" Shen Bocheng immediately returned to his senses.

Shen Bolun also gave a thumbs up, "Great!"

"Go on, Xiaoyu, I haven't heard enough. It's hard to get this kind of treatment, thanks to my brother." After finishing speaking, Shen Bocheng lightly bumped Shen Bolun's shoulder.

Immediately understanding, Shen Bolun hurriedly said in a hoarse voice: "It sounds good..."

"Haha...that song god, I'll howl another song for you... How about Jay Chou's "Sunny Day"?"

"Well, good!" Shen Bocheng said.

Shen Bolun also nodded.

Singing one by one for a long time, until Xia Tingyu sang everything he could think of, Shen Bocheng kept pestering him endlessly.

"Brother...I really don't know how to do it anymore. I picked these few last night." Xia Tingyu shrugged and said apologetically.

"What? Learned it yesterday?" Shen Bocheng asked.

"Yeah, I don't usually listen to songs. I thought I'd come here to relieve your boredom today, so I learned a few and sang them all."

"Smart!" Shen Bolun couldn't say much, he could only skip one or two words like this.

"Oh my God, our Xiaoyu is simply a genius. He learned so many songs in one night without even needing to read the score." Shen Bocheng sincerely appreciated it, and Shen Bolun also nodded in agreement.

"It's nothing, it's much easier than me reciting lines." Xia Tingyu felt a little shy after being praised.