Chapter 200 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (38)

Feng Yansheng lifted Wen Xien's legs up and placed them on the bed. He almost took care of a baby. He put Wen Xien on the bed, spread the folded quilt, and covered Wen Xien's body.

Feng Yansheng lay down with his clothes and lay beside Wen Xien.

The light outside was off and it was on. Feng Yansheng turned off the light in the room. The light coming from outside was enough to illuminate the two of them.

Feng Yansheng hugged Wen Xien through a layer of quilt and gently patted her back through the quilt.

Feng Yansheng said, "Go to sleep."

Wen Xien closed his eyes.

Feng Yansheng woke up when it was noon. He slept so hard that he had no idea what to do, and the person sleeping next to him was still closed.

Feng Yan gave birth to bed and took it out with slight hands.

Feng Yansheng stayed outside the house for a while and gnawed an apple. He was so hungry that he rummaged through the refrigerator and found that there was no food in the refrigerator, so he went downstairs to the supermarket to buy breakfast and dishes.

After buying things, Feng Yansheng quietly walked to the room again. Wen Xien was still lying on the bed, and his posture did not change for a moment.

It's already 10 o'clock now, Feng Yansheng is walking around the room a little anxiously, so let her sleep for a little longer.

Wen Xien slept for too long this time. Feng Yansheng sat on the sofa for a while. The breakfast was cold and he could no longer sit down.

He opened the door lightly again, stood by the bed and saw Wen Xien's appearance, and didn't want to wake her up again.

I looked abnormally like that last night. Will I feel better today?

Feng Yansheng stood by the bed for a while, and finally decided to get Wen Xien up.

When he shouted for the first time, Wen Xien did not respond. When he shouted for the second time, Wen Xien frowned.

Feng Yansheng was a little panicked and sat down beside the bed to push Wen Xien.

Wen Xien was not wearing thick clothes, and the thin fabric was touched by the hot temperature that entered his palm.

Feng Yansheng was startled by the temperature. He pushed Wen Xien's shoulder and pressed it into his ear to call her.

Wen Xien frowned a few times and finally opened his eyes.

Feng Yansheng felt relieved when he saw her open his eyes.

Wen Xien glanced at him, looking as if he was not awake, and then closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again.

Feng Yansheng quickly pushed him and coaxed her softly, "Don't sleep first, can you eat first?"

Wen Xien's face was as normal, only the body temperature was so high that it was scary. Feng Yansheng put it in his ear and called Wen Xien twice without any response.

At this time, Feng Yansheng was really a little panicked. He watched Wen Xien close his eyes in front of him, and his heart was shocked by the tired look.

"Stop sleeping!" Feng Yansheng's voice increased, with a sense of panic, "Jon!"

He lifted the quilt and sat up with Wen Xien.

Wen Xien's whole body was as soft as boneless. Feng Yansheng's hand held her scary skin and sat on the bed to look at her.

"Jon, what's wrong with you?" Feng Yansheng touched Wen Xien's forehead, and Wen Xien's forehead was also shockingly hot, "Do you have a fever?"

After Feng Yansheng helped Wen Xien to sit up, he kept touching her forehead. Wen Xien's forehead was as hot as her body.

Feng Yansheng had no common sense anymore and knew that this could not be delayed. He took out his coat from the closet and started to put it on Wen Xien, stuffing all the money into his pocket.

Feng Yansheng picked Wen Xien up and walked outside. He walked in a hurry and couldn't even close the door.

After walking a few steps, he was exhausted and his chest was filled with a suffocation of pain.

The hospital is opposite, and the red letters on it are probably the most conspicuous building in this area. Feng Yansheng carried Wen Xien over. The building of the hospital was too high. Feng Yansheng hugged Wen Xien and went up a few floors of stairs and gasped. As his breathing poured into his lungs, the severe pain became more and more obvious.

He was also in pain, and it hurt so hard.

Feng Yansheng's legs were weak, and Wen Xien was very light. He used to be unable to breathe, but now he was able to carry her so many roads and exhausted all his strength.

Feng Yansheng gritted his teeth and hugged Wen Xien and walked forward a few more steps. In those few steps, he made him sweat all over his forehead.

After all, the stairs are more labor-intensive than the flat ground, not to mention that he is holding someone, Feng Yansheng himself feels that his arms are no longer conscious.

Just passed by an old man. For the first time, Feng Yansheng lowered his face and asked him how he would go. The old man was very kind-hearted. When he saw Feng Yansheng holding a coma, he asked what was wrong with the person in his arms.

Feng Yansheng gasped, his expression almost cried, "He has a fever."

The old man was a little timid, but he thought Feng Yansheng looked like he thought the person in his arms was seriously injured, "Young man, please speak louder!"

Feng Yansheng gritted his teeth and louder his voice, "She's got a fever."

The old man finally understood, and he took Feng Yansheng and turned to the right, with Feng Yansheng following him behind him.

The old man took Feng Yansheng to a place where a doctor was collecting water. Feng Yansheng put Wen Xien on a chair and rushed up immediately, grabbed the doctor and took Wen Xien to the side.

Wen Xien's face was already red.

The doctor was startled by Feng Yansheng. The person who caught him was only a 16 or 17-year-old boy, and his face improved a little.

Feng Yansheng didn't wait for him to speak at all, and he was speechless, "She has a fever, see what to do."

When doctors saw many such patients, most of them rushed to the hospital with their relatives who were left with only one breath and roared at the doctor hysterically. There were too many such scenes, and the doctor was stunned because the patient had just a fever.

But when the doctor saw Feng Yansheng's face again, he said nothing, reached out to touch Wen Xien's forehead, and shouted at the office opposite, "Xiao Wang!"

A young nurse immediately came to the office opposite. When he heard the doctor's call, he hurriedly ran over and asked, "What's wrong, Director?"

The doctor who was called the director pointed at Wen Xien and said, "Take her to the infusion room."

Feng Yansheng suddenly looked quite anxious. He used to be a little disturbed, and the doctors had to check him for anything before giving him a treatment plan. Now, it's just a rash look, and it's over?

"Look at her again!" Feng Yansheng didn't understand anything, so he grabbed the doctor's clothes and refused to tell him to leave. "I called him for a long time but she didn't wake up. Her body was still very hot, she, she..."

Feng Yansheng's eyes turned red as he spoke, and he was so panicked that he was speechless.

The doctor who was called the director was surprised, "That's a high fever."

"If you look at it again, you just touch it and you will say it's a high fever?" Feng Yansheng always felt worried and his tone began to rush.

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