Chapter 334 (1/2)

Hearing the meaning of Ji Nuan's words, Feng Ling said: ”we will investigate those people, and now we have changed another group of people. Don't worry.”

After a while, the doctor came out of the ward and said that Mo jingshenmu had already had a fever reducing injection before, but the fever was still obvious. The body temperature was only controlled below 39 degrees, and it was still in a state of high fever. In the next few hours, before the fever was completely reduced, someone needed to take care of him all night, do physical cooling for him, and feed him warm water from time to time.

Jinuan is here. Naturally, no one will compete with her for this task.

When the night was quiet, nanheng went back to the base. Fengling rested on the bench outside the ward. The ward was quiet.

Mo Jingshen is still sleeping. His face is different from that of the previous high fever. Now his body temperature drops a little. The man's face is pale. He sleeps too quietly. Ji Nuan feels more anxious in his heart. He doesn't know when his injury will be completely cured.

He reached out and touched his forehead, which was still very hot.

Ji Nuan got up and went to the door to take in the new ice bag that the nurse had just sent. After sticking it in his hand for a while, he carefully put the ice bag on his head.

Although Mo Jingshen is sleepy, he seems to be sleeping uneasily. Because of the coolness on his head, Ji Nuan unconsciously frowns. Ji Nuan puts his hand on his shoulder and taps it and says, ”you have a fever and sleep safely. Now you don't need to worry about anything. As long as you have a good sleep, you can get the fever back as soon as possible.”

I don't know whether her words played a role, or whether the depth of Mo field was not too clear. Not long after the voice fell, the man's breath returned to even again, and he had already fallen asleep.

Such obedient ink depth of field, if it's not for his pale face that people are really worried about, Ji Nuan can feel that he's a little cute.

He looks totally different when he is asleep from when he is awake. I'm afraid that few people in the world have the chance to see such a fragile, quiet and unprepared depth of ink field.

Jinuan pulls up a chair, sits by the bed, touches his head and hands from time to time, and then uses an electronic thermometer to measure his temperature.

For two hours in a row, I tried to feed him warm water, and I used warm water with a towel to help him wipe his hands and neck to dissipate heat. After two hours, the temperature of ink field finally dropped to about 37 degrees.

Make sure he doesn't burn any more. Ji Nuan carefully takes the ice bag from his head, wipes his face gently, and sits next to the hospital bed. He looks at him sleeping with the light light in the ward.

The man's face is still not bloody, just lying in bed quietly. The bruise on the brow bone has disappeared a few days ago. The clean appearance is inexplicably morbid.

Thinking of the man standing in her ward during the day, and having no feelings for Su Zhilan when he saw any old people, he was even indifferent as if he could isolate all women except her.