The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Qin Shi's breathing was stagnant, he clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to rush over to hug his baby.

He rolled his Adam's apple, trying to keep his breathing steady and not show his feet.

"Uuuuh... Ting Lang, cough cough cough, I want to go home... Cough, Ting Lang, where are you, Uh, I feel bad, don't you want me? Ting Lang... Cough, cough cough……"

Su Fuliu was crying, his hands were also clutching around anxiously, he wanted to grab his Tinglang.

Xiao Shixun frowned, and reached out to hold Su Fuliu's hands: "Jing'er, don't cry, the doctor is coming soon."

Su Fuliu struggled and wanted to withdraw her hands: "No, don't touch me, you are not Ting Lang, you are not... Cough, cough, Ting Lang, Ting Lang, save me... I'm so scared..."

Even if he is not awake, even if he doesn't even look at the person in front of him, Su Fuliu can still feel that these hands are not Feng Muting's.

Xiao Shixun's eyes became darker and darker. He looked at Su Fuliu who was crying for Feng Muting, and he couldn't help but increase his strength while holding Su Fuliu's hand: "What Tinglang, you are so intimate. See you later." Don't think about him anymore."

"It hurts, let go... woo, cough cough, Ting Lang... I want Ting Lang... Where are you Ting Lang, I'm afraid... I'm so scared..." Su Fuliu's tears kept overflowing the corners of his eyes.

If this were his Ting Lang, he would have come over and softly coaxed him, wiping away his tears.

But Xiao Shixun was sullen, holding his hand tightly and not letting go.

Qin Shi stood aside. It took a lot of patience to do what he did. His face was calm, but in fact, there was already a huge wave in his heart.

Just when he couldn't take it anymore and was about to go crazy, Yuan Sichen brought the doctor back.

The doctor came to the bed and wanted to feel Su Fuliu's pulse, but he saw that Su Fuliu's hand was tightly held by Xiao Shixun, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then said weakly: "Master, don't let go, I won't let this Take your pulse, young master."

Xiao Shixun gave the doctor a cold look, and the doctor swallowed his saliva in shock from his gloomy expression.

Then Xiao Shixun let go of Su Fuliu's hand, and the doctor stretched out his hand tremblingly to give Su Fuliu his pulse.

"Oh, this young man has a very bad fever. This is not okay. If the fever continues like this, people will become stupid. You have to take a warm bath, and then I will prescribe antipyretics for this young man. Only by doing two things can it be controlled. Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay any longer." The doctor said anxiously.

After Xiao Shixun heard this, he asked Qin Shi to go to the waiter to prepare warm water.

Then he asked Yuan Sichen and the doctor to fetch medicine and boil it.

Qin Shi was much faster than the waiter in the shop. The waiter in the shop struggled to carry a bucket of water. Before he could get to the edge of the tub to pour water, Qin Shi had already poured down two buckets of water, and then went to pick up the water again.

Xiao Shixun lifted the quilt, stretched his hand towards Su Fuliu's waist, trying to take off his clothes.

But Su Fuliu was holding on to the belt firmly, even if Xiao Shixun was not allowed to touch it, he was still unconscious like a frightened cat, avoiding Xiao Shixun.

"Don't touch me, you can't, cough cough..."

Seeing his resistance, Xiao Shixun's eyes darkened again: "I didn't touch you, I just wanted to take off your clothes and let you take a bath!"

With that said, he stretched out his hand again.

But Su Fuliu kept resisting, he clutched his clothes tightly, shrank to the corner of the bed, and cried out in fear: "Don't, don't touch me, you go away, Ting Lang, Ting Lang saves me!" Me, uh huh..."