He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian unbuttoned two buttons for him, and then, ignoring his iron complexion, he put the thermometer directly under his armpit, and then pressed his arm: "You behave, don't move."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "You tone, when I am a three-year-old child?"

Mu Mian smiled and looked at him: "The son of my uncle's family went to the clinic for injections when he was three years old. He was not like you. Are you afraid that the injections hurt?"

Tang Ji'an felt that smoke was rising above his head, and he was angry with Mu Mian.

How can adults be afraid of injections?

Well, let alone, it is true, your sister is quite scared.

He kept a cold face and said nothing.

Mu Mian thought he was really scared: "It's just that painful, you bear it, you have a high fever, you must have a high fever, and taking medicine is not worth it."

Tang Ji'an looked at her with a sullen face: "I'm not afraid of getting an injection."

Mu Mian raised his eyebrows: "I don't think your words are convincing."

Tang Ji'an wanted to teach this girl a good lesson, but at the moment he felt weak, and there was a bit of cold. The whole person felt that he could hang up at any time, so he could only let her go and hum weakly...

Doctor Chen said at the back: "It's almost there, take out the thermometer and have a look."

At first glance, it was very good. Forty-one degrees, Mu Mian tremblingly pointed his finger at him: "You really don’t take your own life seriously. Carrying forty-one degrees back to Haicheng, it is estimated that you will be silly, you Do you know?"

Headache, brain fever, nausea, chills, Young Master Tang Er weakly returned to her: "I can't die."

Dr. Chen turned his head to the small cabinet and took a few medicines and poured them into the saline bottle. Uncle Six carefully guarded him. Dr. Chen was helpless: "I have a regular doctor's license, so I can't make a mistake."

Uncle Six smiled awkwardly: "I'll just take a look."

When the needle pierced into the capillaries on the back of Tang Ji'an's hand, he didn't even hum, but Mu Mian said by the side: "If you are sick, don't be aggressive."

Tang Ji'an helped her, this girl, who talked so much, really wanted to put the salt water bottle on her face.

The salt water was dripped into his blood vessel along the thin infusion tube, Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief, and Uncle Liu and Secretary Tang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Ji'an said in a deep voice, "Secretary Tang, you can go back to Haicheng to deal with the affairs. Many departments have to run and communicate and negotiate. Don't waste time."

Secretary Tang was a little worried: "But your body..."

Tang Ji'an glanced at him coldly: "What? I have some terminal illness, do you want you to collect the body here?"

"Bah, baah..."

Without waiting for Secretary Tang to speak, Mu Mian said immediately.

Tang Ji'an looked at her disgustingly.

Mu Mian also looked at him with an expression of hatred for iron and steel: "Why don't you have a door on your mouth? Where can you curse yourself like this? How unlucky."

Tang Ji'an pressed his painful temple: "At a young age, it's quite superstitious. If you don't learn it, you should learn it all."

Mu Mian felt that Tang Ji'an was unhappy last night because he fell into the river, and he was unhappy because he had a high fever and was unwell.

She doesn't know the same as a patient, she smiled and looked at him: "Vice President Tang is in charge of heaven and earth, should I care about my superstition or not? You are too broad, right?"

She is like a little sun, so that no matter how big his grievances are, he can be resolved instantly.

She stared at him with a smile, seemingly unaffected by his bad mood.

This kind of her, like the morning wind, has blown away the fog, and her cold heart seems to gradually melt away.