(MTL) The Little Deaf Man decided to be Spoiled

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Ji Ruan developed the fever the next morning.

At 5:40 in the morning, Gu Xiuyi got up as usual to warm up and exercise. At that time, Ji Ruan was still in good condition, sleeping soundly under the quilt, and when Gu Xiuyi came to kiss him, he would subconsciously pout and cooperate.

But when Gu Xiuyi's exercise was over, after washing and getting dressed, when he came to kiss Ji Ruan good morning, he found that the temperature on his face was not right.

Ji Ruan's body temperature has always been low, even if he sleeps in his arms all night, the temperature of her cheeks can barely be considered warm, but now it is obviously much higher than usual.

Gu Xiuyi secretly thought that it was not good, and quickly found out the temperature gun and dripped it on Ji Ruan's forehead. It was 38.1 degrees, and it was indeed a bit hot.

He patted Ji Ruan's cheek lightly, and sat up with his shoulders: "Ji Ruan? Baby, wake up."

Ji Ruan muttered twice, frowned and rubbed against his shoulder: "Huh?

" I could feel myself being hugged by Gu Xiuyi, but my body was sore and tired, and my eyelids were too heavy to open.

Gu Xiuyi put the external device on Ji Ruan, raised his arms to change his clothes, and coaxed him softly: "You have a little fever, let's get up and go to the hospital, okay?" It wasn't Gu Xiuyi who wanted to torment Ji Ruan early in the morning

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Although 38 degrees is not considered a high fever, an ordinary person may be able to take some antipyretics and then go to sleep, but Ji Ruan's physique cannot be compared with others. Once he has a fever, it is not easy to get rid of it, and it may be harmful to hearing. Gu Xiuyi really didn't dare to take it lightly.

Probably the children also know how poor their physique is. Even if their cheeks are flushed with heat, they still cooperate obediently, raising their hands when asked to raise their hands, and bowing their heads when asked to lower their heads.

Gu Xiuyi briefly helped Ji Ruan wash up, took out the anti-fever sticker from the drawer, patted Ji Ruan's forehead lightly, and carried him downstairs.

Aunt Zhao listened to the morning news and got ready for breakfast, and was about to go upstairs to call Gu Xiuyi, when she saw Ji Ruan clinging to Gu Xiuyi like a little koala, with her head buried low.

"Yo, what's the matter?" She put down the plate and took a few steps forward.

Gu Xiuyi opened the stool and sat down at the dining table, put Ji Ruan on his lap and put his arms around his waist, so that he could lean on him more comfortably.

"It's okay, I have a fever," Gu Xiuyi said, "Aunt Zhao, serve me a bowl of porridge, and then call the driver over."

"Hey, good."

Aunt Zhao could only see half of Ji Ruan's face, which was glowing red , the big fever-reducing patch on his forehead presses his eyebrows, which is as painful as his friend's little granddaughter when she is sick.

Gu Xiuyi scooped up a small spoonful of porridge and put it in Ji Ruan's mouth: "Come on baby, eat a little bit of stomach pad, and then we'll see a doctor."