My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 218 This thing like ginger...

   Jiang He's face is full of worry.

  This person is very good, how can complications myocarditis, encephalitis, nose tumor...

  Will she be a widow before she gets married?

   "Go, let's go to the doctor..."

   "Wait, stop! Let go of me! If you toss me again, I'm really dead!"

  Xu Qing pulled her quilt tightly, and was dragged by Jiang He to the bed.

   "Calm down, don't worry, you let go."

  It took ten minutes to explain to Jiang He what a cold was, and he made sure that the medicine he had just taken was effective. Only after a good night’s sleep, Xu Qing finally let Jiang He put off the idea of ​​carrying him out.

  By the way, I went to the cabinet and found the thermometer under his arm. Xu Qing was sitting on the side of the bed wrapped in a quilt, while Jiang He sat looking at him.

   "You still wrap your quilt in summer, are you really okay?"

  "As long as I am sweaty, I wrap my quilt to make me sweat better. As long as I don’t have a fever, I don’t need to go to the hospital."

   "What about this one?"

  "This is used to test whether my hair is hot or not. It's useless to touch my forehead. The temperature is too high to get it out. This can be accurate to 0.1 degrees."

  Xu Qing explained patiently by leaning on the head of the bed, tearing a paper towel and wiping his nose. The later the cold became worse, he just had a stuffy nose just now, and now he has a runny nose.

   "Fever is very serious, right? Do you want to take a towel to put your forehead on you?"

"No, there is high technology now. You don't have to make a fuss. My physique is not comparable to you. I only caught a cold once in the past year... It's quite rare. Generally, it is easy to catch a small cold when changing seasons or something. It's normal. "

  Take out the thermometer, 37.1℃, there is a slight fever, and the temperature under the armpit is usually around 36. Xu Qing thought for a while, and went out to the living room to drink a large glass of water. When he came back, Jiang He was taking the thermometer and taking a hard look.

   "Look at it this way, do you see the thin line? When it reaches 38, it means you are sick. Now it is only 37, the normal range. You can rest assured, go back to sleep, and don't search the Internet."

   "You wouldn't suddenly become 40 in the middle of the night, right?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing was boring now, not at all like before.

   "If you become 40, you will probably be a fool. It can't happen. I need to sleep and raise my energy now."

"Oh."

Jiang He worriedly watched him lie down, stretched out his hand to cover the quilt tightly, and then touched his forehead, watching Xu Qing put two **** of paper in his nose to go to bed, and he stopped talking for a while before closing the utility room. The light, let him rest.

The most uncomfortable cold is nasal congestion, especially when one nostril is stuffed. When lying on the side, the lower nostril will become another one after turning over. It’s very annoying, so Xu Qing used two **** of paper to stuff it up and use her mouth like this It's easy to fall asleep if you breathe.

The thin quilt was covered tightly in summer, Xu Qing didn't feel too boring, but she had just shared the bed with Jiang He for a few days, and now she moved here by herself, with a little sense of loss in her heart, she still hugged each other. It's more comfortable to touch her as soon as you reach out...

When he slept in the middle of the night, Xu Qing was dazed, feeling that someone was touching himself, reluctantly waking up from his sleep, the ball of paper stuffed with nostrils did not know when one fell out, he opened his eyes and looked in the dark. The ceiling was quiet for a while before he said, "What are you doing?"

"what?"

   Jiang He's dark shadow paused, "I...see if you have fever."

   "Have you finished watching?"

"It seems a bit hot. Would you like to test it again?" Jiang He fumbled his hand, put a warm object in, and touched it as a thermometer. I don't know how long it was held by Jiang He, and the cold glass changed. It's hot.

  Xu Qing was a little helpless. Instead of taking the temperature again, he pressed the thermometer under the pillow and asked, "What time is it?"

   "Three o'clock."

   "Come here, lie down."

  "……"

   "Come up."

  Xu Qing touched the black and pulled the tangled Jiang He onto the bed, covered her with a quilt, and hugged her waist before going to sleep.

   "You must have searched some messy things again, but I can't believe it on the Internet, and I don't have a fever. I go to bed quickly, and I will go to the hospital tomorrow depending on the situation."

   "Then me, I..."

   "Just sleep like this, lest you run over to touch me again later."

  "……"

   Jiang He stared at the ceiling, and after a while he moved his feet to touch Xu Qing's feet, carefully feeling the temperature on his body.

  It seems...is not as hot as expected.

   "If you rub me again, I won't fall asleep." Xu Qing felt that her rubbing her feet was teasing.

  Although she knows what she is doing, she still feels this way.

   "Aren't you afraid of getting sick to me?"

   "I have just given you a taste of what a cold is, so I don't feel like I'm going to die after I catch a cold and have a fever." Xu Qing said in an angry manner.

  Jiang He stopped talking, and it seemed that Xu Qing's appearance was indeed not a serious illness.

  If it was really serious, he would definitely not think so.

  Relaxed Jiang He closed his eyes. The box-spring bed in the utility room here is very small. It was originally a single bed. It was a bit crowded when two people were sleeping. She could only be carried by Xu Qingquan in her arms like now.

   Feeling Xu Qing's hand on his stomach, Jiang He stretched out his hand to hold him across the clothes, and slowly fell asleep.

   No words for a night.

  The next day, when Xu Qing woke up, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. Jiang He didn't know when he ran away. He was the only one left on the bed.

   Stretched out and got out of bed and went out to the living room, a peculiar smell of **** permeated. Jiang He heard the movement and poked his head out of the kitchen: "I have cooked **** water."

   "I don't want to drink, it's hard to drink." Xu Qing's voice was choked.

   "No, you want to drink."

   Jiang He came out with a large bowl, and Xu Qing brows brows.

  For this thing, he refused. Although you can eat coriander or something, there is really no way to enjoy ginger. You have to pick it out when you encounter it when you eat.

  But Jiang He seemed to be unable to refuse.

  Finally after washing Xu Qing, Jiang He pinched his arm to pour a large bowl of **** soup, and spit out the **** residue in his mouth.

   Jiang He also drank a bowl with him to prevent colds.

   "Do you want to sweat a set of punches?"

  "No more, I just want to stay quiet for a while, you go play a game."

  Xu Qing draped a blanket on the sofa, running her nose continuously, holding a mouse in one hand and putting the other hand on a tissue.

  I feel weak and the cold is getting worse.

   knows that after the physique gets better, you either don’t get sick, you will get sicker in your life...

   "I really want to sleep separately. Don't let me go. If you squeeze into my bed in the middle of the night, you will really be infected."

   "I didn't squeeze into your bed!" Jiang He didn't expect this person to beat him upside down, and said in an aura: "It's obviously you who are pulling me!"

   "If you don't want to, can I move you?"

"……To shut up."

   Jiang He doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

  When is she thinking about hitting this person.

  "You will live there and don't move." After a pause, Jiang He added.

  (End of this chapter)