Reborn in the 1970s to marry a boss

17

When Chu Yuechuan entered the room, he saw Chu Mo lying on the earthen kang, frowning and half-closed his eyes. His usually egg-white face was now flushed, and the corners of his eyes and the area around his head were all stained with red. His eyes were hazy and pitiful.

Chu Yuechuan stepped forward and used the back of his hand to test the temperature of Chu Mo's forehead. It was hot, obviously he had a fever.

Last night, Chu Yuechuan felt at most a little tired, but nothing else.

He didn't expect Chu Mo to be so sick.

Chu Mo was more delicate than he thought before.

Last night, he should have insisted that Chu Mo go back to sleep, and shouldn't have let him stay there.

Chu Yuechuan felt a little guilty.

"Chu Mo, Chu Mo..." Chu Yuechuan called Chu Mo several times, but Chu Mo's eyes were dazed and he didn't respond.

Chu Mo's exposed arms were covered with loose long-sleeved pajamas, which looked serious.

Chu Yuechuan helped Chu Mo up and wanted to send him to the health center for treatment.

But just as he helped Chu Mo up, Chu Mo fell into Chu Yuechuan's arms, his hot face pressed against Chu Yuechuan's neck, and his exhaled breath swirled around Chu Yuechuan's neck and ears.

Such intimacy made Chu Yuechuan's body stiff for a moment, and he immediately regained his sanity and looked for a coat for Chu Mo.

Chu Yuechuan patted Chu Mo and moved Chu Mo out of his arms, wanting to put on a coat for Chu Mo, but Chu Mo frowned and pouted, and softly pushed away the clothes in Chu Yuechuan's hand, looking aggrieved.

"I'll take you to the clinic for treatment. Put on your clothes first, okay?" Chu Yuechuan said to Chu Mo.

Chu Mo was a little more awake at this moment, and shook his head after seeing what Yuechuan meant.

Chu Mo had an allergic constitution, and the medicine he took was prepared in Fengcheng. Ordinary small clinics could not treat his illness.

Chu Mo raised his hand and pointed to the medicine bag on the cabinet.

Chu Yuechuan reached out and took it and opened it for Chu Mo to see.

Chu Mo found the right medicine in it, and added more anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine than what he took last night.

"Is it okay to take these medicines?" Chu Yuechuan asked.

Chu Mo nodded.

Chu Mo knew about medicine, so Chu Yuechuan did not continue to help Chu Mo put on clothes.

"How do you feel? Are you hungry? I'll bring you food." Chu Yuechuan said to Chu Mo, opened Chu Mo's notebook, and handed him a pen.

"No appetite, cold." Chu Mo leaned against Chu Yuechuan and raised his hand to write a few words, and wanted to stick to Chu Yuechuan's arms to absorb heat, but before he could stick to Chu Yuechuan for a second, he was pressed down by Chu Yuechuan and stuffed into the quilt tightly.

"Are you still cold?" Chu Yuechuan asked.

Chu Mo nodded and looked at Chu Yuechuan with some resentment.

When he was sick, Chu Mo wanted to hug Chu Yuechuan, but now he was wrapped up and couldn't even write.

Chu Yuechuan immediately went out and took the quilt that he was supposed to cover in winter from his room and pressed it on top of Chu Mo's quilt.