"Find out who did it" Looking at Qiao Bei who pushed the door in, Bo Qichen asked directly.
The corners of Qiao Bei's mouth twitched, "No" asked this as soon as he came in, he still didn't want to come in.
Bo Qichen snorted, without a good face: "A president, you can't do such a trivial thing, I really doubt that you spent money to do this position." ” Qiao Bei: "Nima's scolding without giving him face "How can it be so fast."
How about Yan Yan" Walking over, Qiao Bei looked at Yan Yan Qi who was motionless and sighed.
"The fever has subsided a little, but it hasn't completely subsided.
Dr.
Leung then prepares the antidote.
Bo Qichen didn't want to embarrass Qiao Bei too much, he was just too anxious, after all, Yan Yanqi was so serious this time.
"You go and rest."
Looking at the tiredness on Qiao Bei's face, Bo Qichen's lips moved slightly.
Qiao Bei shrugged his shoulders and smiled disappreciatively: "There is a guest room next door, you drove here overnight, so you should rest." ” Bo Qichen is really not ordinarily good to Yan Yanqi, of course, in his eyes, this is just Bo Qichen's inner feeling is indebted.
Shaking his head slightly, Bo Qichen sat on the chair, looked at Yan Yanqi on the bed, and opened his thin lips lightly: "No, I'm not here, don't worry." ” The corners of his mouth twitched, and Qiao Bei had nothing to say.
In the afternoon, Dr.
Liang injected Yan Yanqi with antidote drugs, and an hour later, Yan Yanqi had a reaction, and the whole person moved uneasily, if it wasn't for Bo Qichen to hold it down in time, the needle on the back of her hand just pierced would have run out.
"What's wrong" Leaning over, Bo Qichen approached her and asked in a low voice.
His voice was very soft and soft, and it fell into Yan Yanqi's ears, and some of them were not very clear.
Yan Yanqi raised his hand and waved it in the air, not knowing what to catch.
Seeing this, Bo Qichen stretched out his other hand and held her hand tightly, "Is it uncomfortable?"
"Cold" Murmuring repeatedly, Bo Qichen frowned, leaned close to her lips, and listened carefully.
Glancing coldly at the closed window and the quilt on her body, Bo Qichen pursed her thin lips, and then gently wrapped her in his arms, covered her with the cup, and used his body to warm her.
A hand rubbed her head, as if to soothe, and her voice was very soft and soft: "It won't be cold for a while." ” Raising his hand, he turned on the air conditioner and turned the temperature up very high.
He could feel the person in his arms trembling violently.
Ten minutes passed, and the person in her arms was still muttering that word repeatedly, and Bo Qichen's hand around her became tighter and tighter.
It was very hot in the room, after all, it was summer, and the warm air was still on, and Bo Qichen's entire back was soaked with sweat.
There was a dense fine sweat on his forehead, but he didn't say a word.
Looking at the hanging bottle dripping with potion, he closed his eyes.
The high fever has not gone away, it has been cold, and if the fever does not go away, the brain will burn out. raised his hand and touched Yan Yanqi's forehead, but there was not a drop of sweat.
This made Bo Qichen frown.
If you don't sweat, how can the high fever go down, physical cooling doesn't work, medicine doesn't work, you can't just watch Yan Yanqi keep the high fever going down.
I also took the antidote, and the person was a little sober, but the body was still not very good.
The temperature in the room was getting higher and higher, and when Qiao Bei pushed the door open and came in, there was a layer of heat in his face, which frightened him by taking several steps back
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