Good Wife of Rebirth

"Thank you," Tian Qingning said thank you, carefully pulled the quilt for Tang Yunmu, and then put his hand on the outside under the quilt. Maybe the needle had an effect, and his breathing calmed down slowly, and his face also changed.

Not so ugly

"No, this is what I should do," Yang Ping stretched, "Sister-in-law, you watch him here first, I'll be next door, just call me when the injection is finished," Yang Ping was not polite.

He needs to sleep. He is really tired. Brother, just let him rest for a while. He is fine now anyway.

"Okay," Tian Qingning agreed, and put the hair patch in cold water again, soaked it and applied it to his forehead. It was still a little hot at this time, but it was not that serious anymore.

Yang Ping stood at the door and tilted his head and stared for a long time. He was also a little strange. Is this really Tian Qingning? Sure enough, the world is so crazy. Even a shrew can become a good wife. Or is he too tired and hallucinating? So,

If he wants to sleep, he must sleep well

Tian Qingning changed Tang Yunmu's cold towel from time to time, and also paid attention to the changes in his body temperature. Finally, after a bottle of medicine was hung up, his body temperature really dropped. It was already five o'clock in the morning.

It's o'clock

And Tian Qingning didn't sleep all night. She rubbed her eyes, pulled the quilt for him, and then went downstairs to prepare something to eat for him. After recovering from a serious illness, he must eat something good, otherwise how could he do it?

It’s nutritious. Also, Dr. Yang was tired after a long night. When he got up, he might be hungry too.

She rubbed her sore eyes again, ran into the kitchen, and started to make breakfast. She also worked hard, including red bean and millet porridge, and delicious stir-fries, which tasted good. She yawned from time to time.

, and the sky outside is getting brighter little by little.

Tang Yunmu stretched out his hand to rub his slightly sore forehead. He felt that his whole body was soft and weak, and there was something pressing on his body. It was very uncomfortable. He lowered his head and saw Tian Qingning, who was sleeping on the quilt.

, what is she doing here? He sat up carefully, not wanting to wake her up, and was also recalling what happened last night. He only felt that his body was very uncomfortable, and then something happened, but he forgot

, there was a faint smell of alcohol in the room, and he didn’t know who had drank. He rubbed his brows and looked at the watch on the bedside. It was already eight o’clock and he had to go to work.

He moved his body carefully, but he didn't expect to wake up Tian Qingning, who had just slept for a few minutes.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and when she saw Tang Yunmu frowning, she sat up suddenly, "You're awake. Do you feel better? Does your head still hurt?" She asked several questions in a row, and a pair of small hands came down and put them down.

On his forehead, it's okay, it's not burning anymore

"What happened?" he asked with a frown, his face still looking pale from illness;

Tian Qingning walked aside and picked up the still hot millet porridge. "It's okay, you have a fever." She sat down and fed him with a spoon. "Eat something first so that you can have strength."

"No, I'll do it myself," he originally wanted to take the bowl, but his hands were limp and he had no strength at all.

"It's okay, you are a patient," Tian Qingning avoided his hand and put the spoon to his mouth. Tang Yunmu stared at her for a long time, and finally Wuduo ate the porridge in the bowl in one bite.

After eating a bowl, I gained some strength

He pulled back the quilt and was about to get up when Tian Qingning ran over.

"Tang Yunmu, what are you going to do? You are sick."

Tang Yunmu waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm just sick. I have to go to work." He put on his shoes and was about to pick up his shirt when he found that the woman holding him let go.

Without saying anything, I saw her biting her lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and tears kept rolling down.

She wiped her tears hard and said, "Whatever you want," she took a deep breath. Her body was his, not hers. She was just sad. She took care of him all night. Not only did he not say thank you, but

Treat her kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs