Chapter 136

"Can't I just take medicine?"

Su Ruoyun curled up in the quilt, her face an abnormal flush, which was particularly glaring. Looking at the female doctor in a white coat standing opposite, she said in a muffled voice.

The female doctor's gaze was professional and calm, explaining methodically: "Your fever is caused by heatstroke. You'll have to drink herbal heatstroke medicine in a while, which contains alcohol. To avoid adverse reactions, it's best not to take it with drugs like ibuprofen."

"And, as far as the current situation is concerned, an injection is the best way to bring your body temperature down quickly."

The female doctor had just taken Su Ruoyun's temperature again, and it had already reached 40°C.

As she spoke, she looked at Huo Jingcheng standing by the bed. Seeing Huo Jingcheng nod, signaling her to get the medicine, the female doctor leaned over to reach for the medicine box. With a crisp "click," the medicine box opened, filled with various medicines.

She skillfully took out a syringe and an ampoule from the medicine box, then fused the medicine. The series of actions could be called smooth as flowing water.

Su Ruoyun clutched the top of the quilt with both hands, her heart dead, staring straight at the crystal chandelier overhead, whimpering continuously: "Woo~"

For a long time, she gave in herself, her voice carrying a hint of death: "Come on."

The female doctor was slightly stunned, somewhat surprised. She had been a family doctor for many years and had served many other people, especially those "pampered" girls. Some had to be coaxed with soft words, while others just kept crying.

Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, urging uneasily: "Then be gentle, okay?"

The female doctor, who had been in the business for over twenty years, was very experienced. She nodded and then raised her finger to flick the ampoule.

This scene made Su Ruoyun tremble with fear. She sniffed and confirmed again and again, her voice soft, as if drifting: "Be gentle, okay?"

The female doctor replied: "Okay."

Huo Jingcheng sat on the side of the bed, his two hands hooking Su Ruoyun's shoulders to help her up slowly.

Su Ruoyun's beautiful eyes were all red and swollen from crying. She stared blankly at the vase on the coffee table, leaning obediently on Huo Jingcheng's broad shoulder, her eyes open, looking listless.

Afterward, she was gently turned over, back facing up.

Su Ruoyun turned her head, leaning on his shoulder. After adjusting to a comfortable position, she inadvertently saw the female doctor not far away from the corner of her eye.

Wearing a white coat and a mask, her expression was calm and "ruthless," just like in the TV shows, skillfully pushing the syringe, the medicine in the syringe flowing out steadily.

She bit her lower lip, her light pink lips bitten slightly pale. Not daring to look directly, she slowly turned her head back, facing Huo Jingcheng's sharp-angled side face, her gaze falling on his side neck, his rolling Adam's apple close at hand.

Seeing her uneasy, Huo Jingcheng seemed to sense it, raised his hand to stroke her shoulder, and patted it twice.

Water droplets occasionally appeared on the sharp needle tip. Because it was an injection in the buttocks, the female doctor carefully lifted her knee-length, milky-white silk nightgown, pushing it up bit by bit.

The woman's slender thighs were gradually exposed to the air, slender and straight. Her round toes couldn't help but curl on the sheets, hooking out several swirls. The silk nightgown was pushed up bit by bit, finally piling up at her slender waist, showing a graceful curve.

The pink and white of cherry blossoms came into view. Huo Jingcheng's eyes deepened, his gaze staring unreservedly at the fair skin. For some reason, a dry and itchy feeling rose in his throat, as if a group of dry fire was burning there.

He cleared his throat.

The specific injection site was on the side of the buttock. The female doctor pushed her underwear to the side and then looked up to signal Huo Jingcheng to hold her.

Huo Jingcheng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he looked away unnaturally, readily placing his hand on the side of her buttock.

His fingertips, carrying thin calluses, rubbed lightly over her skin, causing a series of fine ripples. He raised his hand to support the back of Su Ruoyun's head. As their eyes met, he lowered his voice and told her a good way to distract herself and stop the pain.

Because she had been crying for too long, Su Ruoyun's voice was hoarse. She asked in a hoarse voice: "What good way?"

"Come closer." Huo Jingcheng tempted her.

Su Ruoyun was muddled from the fever. Hearing his words, she blinked and leaned forward. "What for?"

"Come closer." Huo Jingcheng's voice was deliberately lowered, coaxing her.

She leaned in bit by bit without any defense. Just as she opened her lips to ask him "what good way is there," her words were blocked in her mouth.

The moment he lowered his head to kiss her lips was exactly the moment the needle pierced her skin.

A short whimper disappeared into their mouths.

The female doctor stood to the side, hearing their whispers, and couldn't bear to look. She secretly slandered in her heart: since when could kissing stop pain?

Slandering in her heart aside, she quickly inserted the syringe into the buttock. After the medicine was injected, she pulled her hand out cleanly, showing the composure of over twenty years of experience.

The female doctor took another box of herbal heatstroke medicine from the medicine box, placed it gently on the nightstand, and the servant waiting on the side politely asked her to leave.

A moment later, Su Ruoyun slowly recovered from her emotions. Her head was heavy, and her hand movements were slow. She used the back of her hand to gently wipe away her tears.

She sobbed, her voice still carrying a thick crying tone, as if it had been soaked in tears for a long time. "Her injection technique is quite good. Can I poach her?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng was amused. His distinct finger bones smoothed out the wrinkles of the silk nightgown, then slowly lowered it, covering the expanse of snow-white. "Then you have to ask her."

As he spoke, he held Su Ruoyun in his arms while raising his hand to take the box of herbal heatstroke medicine left on the nightstand, took out a bottle, inserted a straw, and sent it to Su Ruoyun's lips.

A rich, spicy medicinal smell gradually permeated the air. Su Ruoyun wrinkled her nose in distress, not wanting to touch this smell.

But due to her illness, she could only lean on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, sipping it bit by bit. After a bottle was finished, Huo Jingcheng threw it into the trash can and leaned over to put Su Ruoyun back on the bed.

Having cried for most of the night, Su Ruoyun's eyelids were swollen from crying. She closed her eyes listlessly, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand, brushed away the hair stuck to her cheeks, and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

The movement was gentle and wouldn't wake her up.

Afterward, he raised his hand to turn off the nightstand lamp, and the master bedroom, which had been orange, instantly became pitch black.

The little person in his arms was running a fever, and Huo Jingcheng had things on his mind, so he couldn't sleep peacefully either, waking up every half hour until Su Ruoyun's fever broke and her body temperature returned to normal, only then did he fall into a leisurely sleep.