Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Shunuan shook his head, tried to calm down and looked at Qingzhi, and coaxed softly: "If you don't drink the medicine, Qingzhi will be very painful." Then, his throat hurt so badly that he could hardly breathe.

Her little Qingzhi, who was still alive and kicking yesterday, was now sitting thinly on the bed, feeling uncomfortable and in pain.

Begging her humbly, the little guy couldn't even drink the medicine.

But she still wants to force Qingzhi to drink.

Qing Zhi didn't want to be disobedient and make Shu Nuan worry, but finally mustered up the courage, pinched her little nose, frowned tightly, and was fed and drank the medicine by Shu Nuan bit by bit.

After feeding the medicine, Shu Nuan found that Qingzhi's eyes were wet, and the clear pupils were full of tears, making him very pitiful.

Shu Nuan felt very distressed, even if Dang asked the people below to buy a can of candy and came back, after Dang Qingzhi ate the candy, he was finally willing to rub his eyes, and Shu Nuan hugged the little guy in his arms, but the little guy was still trembling Hot, she asked the imperial physician before if she could prescribe some anti-fever medicine, but the imperial physician refused, saying that it would aggravate the poisonous erosion.

Thinking about it, Shu Nuan rubbed the bones of her little hand, "Does it hurt?"

Qingzhi sniffed the snot and nodded, and said in a low voice while eating the candy, "It hurts."

Shu Nuan lowered his head and patted the little guy's head, and rubbed against the little guy's head, which was even more uncomfortable than Qingzhi's, and he couldn't even say anything to coax Qingzhi for a while.

She can't even handle her own emotions well...

"Shu Nuan, am I sick again?" Although Qingzhi was still very young, since she was sensible, she knew that she would always get sick, and every time she got sick, she had to lie on the bed for a long time.

Therefore, the little guy could feel that this time it was not just a fall, she felt that she was sick again, and this time the illness seemed to be more serious than before.

Although Qingzhi didn't know what happened to him.

During dinner, Wen Jian obediently sat at the dining table and waited for Qing Zhi to come, but in the end only Shu Nuan came, Wen Jian got up, looked at Shu Nuan, and asked worriedly: "Aunt Nuan, Qing Zhi Where's my sister?"

"Qingzhi feels a little uncomfortable, go to bed first, don't worry, little Jane."

Wen Jian pursed her lips, and couldn't help but say, "Aunt Nuan, I want to see Sister Qingzhi."

Shu Nuan didn't say anything more this time, but nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then Qingzhi wakes up tomorrow morning, and I'll bring her to the hall to find you, but don't worry, Qingzhi just caught the cold."

While Shu Nuan was comforting the file like this, it seemed to be comforting herself, how she wished that Qingzhi was really just caught in the cold...

At night, Qingzhi coughed half unconsciously, Shunuan comforted the little guy for a while, but he didn't get better, then he got up quickly to boil hot water, and when the temperature was moderate, he hugged Qingzhi, Qing Zhi coughed and called her in a daze, "Shu Nuan..."

"The number is warm in..."

"Fingers hurt..."

Shunuan was crying while opening her young cuffs. In the daytime, it was just a small purple patch on her hand. Now, her right hand is covered with large and small purple patches. There is not a piece of good skin, and even the fingers are covered with purple patches. Touching the purple lump, Qingzhi's fingers were trembling with pain.

Shunuan gently held the trembling hot hand of the little guy, suppressed the voice that was about to cry, and coaxed in a low voice: "Mother, please rub it for me, Qingzhi, can you drink some water? Your throat is hoarse." gone."