You Are My Rare Passion

Gu Junzhu shook his head: "No appetite."

Ye Xingbei coaxed him: "Why don't you eat something, you can resist it by eating more, and you don't want to be so sick all the time, let me serve you?"

"No," Gu Junzhu said, "I think it's very good to be served by you."

"..." Ye Xingbei raised his eyebrows: "You're looking for a beating, right?"

"Okay," Gu Wuye compromised aggrievedly as a patient being served by others, "Then let's have some porridge, something thinner, preferably only soup without rice."

Ye Xingbei hehe, he gave him a blank look, and wanted to get up to make porridge, but he grabbed his hand: "Let the kitchen do it, don't go, cooking porridge is not a technical job, let them do the work, you stay with me .”

Ye Xingbei sat back beside him again, and called the kitchen: "...make some porridge, put more rice, cook it longer...yes, it should be thick."

Gu Junzhu: "..."

All right.

He is a sick man, he has to work hard for his wife to take care of him, and he listens to his wife.

After Gu Junzhu finished his porridge, he was sweating again.

Ye Xingbei asked him to take his temperature again.

Thirty-seven degrees five.

Ye Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief again, but he was not completely relieved.

Situ Jinse had a high fever over and over again for the past few days, and it went down after taking the medicine, and then went up after the medicine's effect. He tossed and tossed for several days, but he still didn't fully recover.

She worried that Gu Junzhu would do the same.

Fortunately, the flu is not a difficult disease after all, and it will be fine after a period of time.

What pleased Ye Xingbei the most was that Gu Junzhu's back didn't hurt as much as it did last night.

There is no reason for the pain in his back, and there is no targeted solution. The pain looks like it will kill him, and that is the most terrible thing.

Gu Junzhu himself is also very contented.

The discomfort of the flu is the difference between a drizzle and a torrential downpour compared to a back ache.

The old injury on his back had been done many times, and it was the first time that it healed so quickly.

He couldn't help but ask Ye Xingbei: "What is the origin of the old Chinese doctor who taught you massage? My dad hired many professional masseuses for me before, but they didn't help relieve the pain on my back at all. But Your massage last night seemed to work."

He hadn't had this dark wound for a long time, and he wasn't sure it was because he was recovering soon, so this time the pain was shorter, and Ye Xingbei's massage worked.

"It's not a big background, is it?" Ye Xingbei briefly described the process of her learning massage skills.

Gu Junzhu clicked his tongue, "Ye Xingli paid the tuition fee of a house for you to learn such a massage technique. Isn't that a big deal?"

"It's also because of my luck," Ye Xingbei said, "It was in a foreign country, Chinese medicine was in decline, and no one believed in it, so they were willing to teach. Otherwise, our domestic Chinese medicine masters have plenty of money, so they would not look down on a house. "

"It makes sense, but the key is to treat the symptoms," Gu Junzhu said, "My father, who is a national doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, has hired countless times for me, but he still can't do anything about my injury. Ye Xiaobei..."

He held Ye Xingbei's hand, "If you really relieved my injury, it means that we are a perfect match, don't you think?"

Ye Xingbei found that his palms were covered with sweat.

She suddenly realized that this person must be afraid that she would worry, so he tried his best to play tricks on her here.

She frowned, and covered his eyes with her hands: "Stop talking, recharge your batteries, eat something later, and go back to sleep after eating."