Chapter 676: Sick (4)

As Zhao Zhiliang said, Wushuang's fever was not serious, just over 38 degrees, but she was severely dehydrated and a little exhausted. Mu Jinchen tried to give her a lot of water, and applied warm water to Wushuang's forehead and wiped her hands, busying around and being incredibly careful.

Zhao Zhiliang couldn't bear it and couldn't help but say, "Chen'er, change your clothes first, don't wait for Wushuang to get better and you fall ill."

When had he ever seen such a virtuous Mu Jinchen? Yes, his current performance deserved the word virtuous.

Mu Jinchen then looked down at himself, put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry to make Uncle Zhao laugh, you help me take care of Wushuang first, I'll go change and wash."

Zhao Zhiliang looked at the tall and burly back and shook his head. Who would have thought that Mu Jinchen would look like this in front of Wushuang?

Wushuang has become his rare treasure. Zhao Zhiliang glanced at the girl who was sleeping in a somewhat uncomfortable state. She was a good child. This was very good.

That night, Mu Jinchen almost didn't dare to sleep. He checked Wushuang's temperature every once in a while, or asked her to drink water. Fortunately, Wushuang was fine. She went to the bathroom several times at night, although she was still a little confused.

When Wushuang woke up again, she felt much more relaxed. She didn't know what time it was or where she was. She just moved a little, and the man next to her almost instantly touched Wushuang's forehead reflexively, and then touched her clothes to see if they were wet. He felt that everything was normal, kissed Wushuang's forehead, and lay down again with peace of mind.

Wushuang was surprised to find that her Mr. Mu closed his eyes when doing this series of actions. She felt warm in her heart. She knew she was sick. He must have not slept all night.

"Mu Jinchen..."

Wushuang's throat hurt so much, as if it had been burned by fire, and her voice was hoarse.

At this moment, the man woke up completely, turned his head quickly, turned on the wall lamp, and looked at his little wife.

"But where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wushuang shook her head gently, "Water..."

"Okay, I'll get it right away."

Mu Jinchen brought warm water, and Wushuang gulped down half a cup, and her throat felt much better.

Mu Jinchen took the cup from her hand and put it on the bedside table, and asked again, "Are you feeling better?"

Wushuang nodded and stretched out her arm towards him.

Mu Jinchen was a little confused, but he still lowered his body obediently and approached her.

Wushuang hugged his neck with all her strength and said softly, "Sleep."

The weak Wushuang was even more delicate than usual. The man felt that his heart was about to soften. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He adjusted his position and hugged her in his arms. His heart was instantly filled again, "Okay, sleep, I'm glad you're okay. You almost scared Mr. Mu to death, you know, you are not allowed to take a bath in the bathtub anymore, just take a shower."

The man still had lingering fears when he thought of the scene he saw.

"What's wrong with me?"

Wushuang's last memory was that she was taking a bath, but her memory after that was hazy.

Mu Jinchen hugged the little woman's arms tightly and gently kissed her on the top of her head, "You fainted in the bathtub and almost drowned. Anyway, you are not allowed to use the bathtub anymore. It's only six o'clock now. Sleep a little longer and get better soon, so that grandpa and others won't worry."