Chapter 138
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"Why hasn't your fever gone down yet?"
Jian Yumin asked. Every once in a while, he would touch Jian Yiling's forehead. She had already been hooked up to an IV drip. Why was her temperature still so high?
Grandma Jian was also anxious. However, it was useless to be anxious. Even if the medicine was given, it wouldn't be able to cure her immediately. It took some time for the fever to go down.
Jian Yiling's body felt very heavy. In a daze, she had a nightmare.
In the dream, she was the old Jian Yiling. When she was seriously ill, she was lying on a hospital bed. She opened her phone contact list. However, there was no one she could contact.
She knew that she was going to die. However, she didn't know who to say her last words to.
In a trance, Jian Yiling woke up. She saw the same hospital room as in the dream.
"You're awake?"
Jian Yumin's voice interrupted Jian Yiling's thoughts.
Jian Yiling turned her head to look at him.
Jian Yumin was still wearing his pajamas. He looked at her with a worried expression.
Grandma Jian also stood up from the sofa in the ward.
"Darling, how are you?"
Grandma Jian asked as she walked over.
Jian Yiling finally realized that she was sick.
She had forgotten that her body's resistance was poor. It couldn't withstand such a torment.
"I'm fine."
Jian Yiling spoke up. Her voice was softer than usual. It was difficult for her to speak.
"What do you mean by 'fine'? Clearly, there's something wrong!" Grandma Jian's heart ached. "The doctor said that you had a fever for a while. That's why you're confused. Did you feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night?"
Grandma Jian had guessed correctly. Last night, Jian Yiling had started to feel uncomfortable at around one o 'clock in the morning.
She didn't want to disturb her family. Thus, she went to sleep.
Jian Yiling didn't answer. However, Grandma Jian knew that she had guessed correctly.
As she looked at the small ball on the hospital bed, Grandma Jian's tears were about to fall. "You're pissing me off! Why don't you tell me when you're sick? This old woman is still young! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Look at you now! You've had a fever for so long that you've developed gastroenteritis! Now, you can just drink plain porridge! I won't give you anything delicious to eat! "
After Grandma Jian finished speaking, she walked to the door of the ward. She asked the housekeeper to bring her something sweet. She asked for candied fruits, candies, and some snacks. She asked for a basket of sweet things.
Then, Jian Yiling turned around to look at Jian Yumin.
"I don't know how you eat. You're already so big, but you're still so light. It didn't take much effort to carry you over."
Jian Yiling was looking at Jian Yumin's pajamas, slippers and hairstyle.
At this moment, Jian Yumin's hair, which was dyed grayish-white, was a mess. It looked like a chicken nest.
Looking at his appearance, he must have left in a hurry and didn't have time to change his clothes or tidy his hair. His hair was disheveled and his face dirty.
He was an idol star. If someone took a picture of him going out like this, it would be a black mark.
"Thank, thank you …"
As Jian Yiling's throat was dry, it was difficult for her to speak.
"There's no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, then hurry up and get better. Look at your face right now. It's so ugly."
After Jian Yumin said this, he realized that he might have said something wrong.
So he added, "What I mean is that you look better when your face is red. Now, it's still red. You're not that ugly."
Jian Yumin knew that he didn't have the talent to coax girls. And thus, he took out what he was best at:
"Hey, if you're bored, I'll sing for you, okay? I have to pay to sing for other people. "
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