The room was pitch dark, with no lights on.
Zhou Shilin didn't think any more and strode into the bedroom. The woman on the bed huddled up in a thick quilt, curled up into a small ball. Her black hair was messy and scattered around her temples. Her face was as big as a palm and her eyes were red. Her eyes were locked, her eyelashes were moist, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.
Looks very fragile.
He put his hand on her forehead, and the hot temperature spread into his palm, making his fingertips tremble subconsciously.
Such high temperatures.
If it continues to burn, people will be burned to death.
It was still raining outside, so it was inconvenient to take Wen Qian to the infirmary for an injection. Zhou Shilin took out Analgin from the drawer, poured a glass of warm water, half-hugged her into his arms, and touched the pills to her lips.
"Wen Qian, drink the medicine."
The white tablets exude a light bitterness.
Wen Qian was so dizzy with fever that she shook her head randomly, frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Qian Qian doesn't take medicine."
People have no awareness and no cooperation.
Zhou Shilin tried twice but failed to feed the medicine in. He never knew how troublesome it was to take care of patients, especially female patients. In the end, he had no choice but to crush the pills and mix them in water before reluctantly feeding them in.
The cool and bitter water rolls into the throat.
The dryness in Wen Qian's throat was relieved. She instinctively wanted more, licked her dry lips, and unconsciously murmured: "Water..."
She had a severe fever.
Even the lips have a touch of gorgeous red.
Her face was flushed, her lips were slightly open, and the tip of her pink tongue flashed across her face, and her whole person exuded a kind of delicate beauty.
Zhou Shilin's eyes fixed for a few seconds and then slowly moved away. However, his raised Adam's apple trembled slightly involuntarily, and his slender knuckles holding the water glass tightened again and again.
Antipyretics take about half an hour to take effect.
You can't wait around during this time.
It was not convenient to wipe the body to reduce the fever, so he wiped his forehead and neck, not sparing his arms. Feeling that Wen Qian's skin was gradually not so hot, Zhou Shilin breathed a sigh of relief. After feeding him some water again, he planned to make some millet porridge first. , the fingertips were suddenly pinched.
"Cold, I'm so cold..."
Cold means that the temperature will continue to rise.
Zhou Shilin frowned, looked down at the person on the bed, and said, "I'll find someone to come over and give you an injection."
"don't want……"
Wen Qian barely managed to spit out a few words while alternating between hot and cold.
"No injections."
She was most afraid of injections. The thought of sharp needles piercing her skin filled her with fear from all directions, making her even colder. Her thin body even shivered slightly.
"hug me……"
Zhou Shilin did not withdraw his hand, the dark light in his black eyes deepened inch by inch, and he paused before whispering: "Wen Qian, you have a fever. It won't get better without an injection."
"No."
Wen Qian sobbed: "Brother Lin, no injection."
She cried pitifully and was still sick. She was sobbing like a delicate flower that had been battered by a heavy rain, which was pitiful.
Zhou Shilin felt a strange emotion surging in his heart. After trying his best to suppress it, he leaned on the bedside and slowly held her in his arms. Almost as soon as the two of them were touching, Wen Qian came over. Slender arms were placed on his chest, close to him.
The man's body is dry and warm.
Wen Qian couldn't help but get closer, and the coldness in her body gradually eased. She felt like she was in a warm furnace, with warmth radiating from all her limbs, and she finally fell asleep unbearably.
The breathing becomes evener.
Zhou Shilin froze and did not move, maintaining the same posture until the moon was in the sky. The moonlight filtered in through the window. He lowered his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes as deep as the sea.
the next day.
The morning light dawns.
Wen Qian slowly opened her eyes. Her head was a little heavy and her body was a little heavy. There was a clear and hot breath behind her ears, coming over her inch by inch. She slowly turned her head and faced the man's beautiful profile.
I remembered.
She had a fever last night, Zhou Shilin took care of her all night, and she seemed to beg for a hug...
So, they slept together all night?
Their bodies were close to each other, her back was in Zhou Shilin's arms, his arms were around her waist, and somewhere in him...
For a moment, Wen Qian's face became extremely hot.
She wanted to leave the hot source of heat quickly, but when she moved her body slightly, the man behind her woke up.
Zhou Shilin, who had just woken up, was a little silly.
He didn't seem to realize why he was sleeping on the bed. He shook his head and then remembered that Wen Qian was very clingy last night and wouldn't let him go. Whenever he moved, she would hold her tighter, so he had to let her go. .
Finally he seemed to fall asleep too.
"Last night you..."
Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Shilin noticed something strange about himself, his face suddenly turned red, he sat up in embarrassment, stuttered for a second, and explained sheepishly: "Yes... I'm sorry, it's... it's been like this in the morning. "
He wanted to say this was normal.
But facing Wen Qian's equally crimson face, she couldn't say a word. She just said "I'm going to cook" and jumped out of bed. She even forgot to put on her shoes, and almost hit the door frame on her way out.
Wen Qian was stunned for a moment.
Captain Zhou, who had always been calm, actually had such a panicked side. Thinking of how meticulously he took care of me last night, his heart warmed up and he shouted at his back: "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
Then he added another sentence.
"It's okay, I won't laugh at you."
After hearing this, Zhou Shilin became even more embarrassed.
Because of the embarrassing scene in the morning, Zhou Shilin was especially silent during the meal. Finally, Wen Qian broke the deadlock, put an egg in his bowl, and asked about Zhao Di.
"Has the child been found?"
Zhou Shilin shook his head.
"No."
The people who went out to search last night had been searching in the rain for several hours, and they did not withdraw until the early morning. They came back not because they found the child, but because they found the child's shoes by the river.
"It rained heavily yesterday and the river level surged. Zhaodi may be in trouble."
Wen Qian's chopsticks fell down with a clatter.
My eyes became moist in an instant, and my heart ached with pain. Even though I had a bad premonition yesterday, it would be a lie to say that I didn't feel uncomfortable when the dust finally settled.
Such a small child, so pitiful.
For a moment, Wen Qian was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak, and tears fell down.
Zhou Shilin was stunned for a moment, then silently handed over a handkerchief with complicated eyes.
***
The atmosphere in the family courtyard is also quite heavy.
It's hard for everyone to lose their child, especially Zhaodi, who is a pain in the ass. She's usually well-behaved and sensible, and many military wives in the compound look down upon her.
I didn't expect it to be gone like this.
"The child is so pitiful."
"I guess I sneaked out to play at noon and slipped and fell into the river."
"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be. How could such a well-behaved child as Zhaodi go to play by the river? Maybe..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, I just think this is a bit strange. Maybe Zhao Suqin doesn't want to raise Zhaodi anymore after having her own child, so she just wants to be cruel..."
"Stop talking, she's here."
