Chapter 1610 Low fever will not go away

"How is she?"

Yan Chenyu asked while pushing open the door of Qiao Zhiqin's bedroom with a calm face.

Della followed him quickly and said anxiously:

"I have taken her body temperature, 37 degrees Celsius, 80 degrees Celsius, I want to feed her to antipyretics, but she is now drowsy and I can't feed her at all!"

Yan Chenyu sat by the bed and touched her forehead. The hot temperature came from his palm. He pursed his thin lips with a calm face, looked at her red face, took out his cell phone and dialed out.

The phone was quickly answered, and before the person on the other end of the phone could speak, Yan Chenyu's slightly commanded and anxious voice came from his cell phone.

"A Yi, come to Huangting Hotel now!"

Zhu Yilin, who was halfway through changing clothes, stopped his movements and raised his eyebrows with interest.

"What? You are injured too? But I heard your breathless voice, it doesn't seem like there is anything wrong with your body."

"Stop talking nonsense! Come here now!"

Yan Chenyu's face was so gloomy that it could drip out of water, but the hand that touched Qiao Zhiqin's forehead was particularly gentle.

Zhu Yilin rarely sees Yan Chenyu lose his temper, and the interest in his eyes is stronger, but he still explains:

"I said to Master Yan, if I had nothing to do now, I would definitely go there, but now I have a surgery and I really can't leave.

So I suggest that if the person is seriously ill now, he will be sent to the hospital immediately. If it is not serious, you can briefly talk to me about the situation, and maybe it will be solved by phone."

Yan Chenyu looked at Qiao Zhiqin's uncomfortable look, and her fingertips smoothed her frown eyebrows again and again. After hesitating for a moment, hesitating slowly.

"She has been soaked in ice water for a long time today and now she has a fever, thirty-seven degrees or eight."

"Thirty-seven degrees and eight degrees!" Zhu Yilin was surprised and funny when he heard his words, and joked, "Yan Chenyu, can a low fever scare you like this? When you once had a fever of thirty-nine degrees, you had a fever of thirty-nine degrees.

I don’t want to go to the hospital. I can make you anxious like this at just thirty-seven degrees or eight?"

He thought it was a serious condition, but he didn't expect it to be just a low fever?

He mobilized all his troops to call him, and he was ordered and angry, just to let him be the dean of a low-grade patient treat a low-grade patient?

Don't he thinks it's useless?

Yan Chenyu frowned impatiently, and his anxious anger was almost burning his reason.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you can't come, send other doctors here!"

Of course he knew she was just having a low fever, which might not be serious for ordinary people.

But this is related to Qiao Zhiqin, and he dare not be careless at all.

He can resist being sick because he knows his physical fitness and a fever that is completely resisting.

But she was different. Her physical fitness was not comparable to him at all. What's more, she didn't take good care of herself in the year after she left him, and she didn't know what her body was tormented.

So even low fever is not careless.

Hearing that he was really anxious, Zhu Yilin didn't tease him anymore and said seriously:

"You can help her reduce her fever without a doctor.

You go and prepare some alcohol, wipe her body with alcohol every once in a while, and check the situation first. If her body temperature has not dropped, feed her a fever-reducing medicine. There should be no problem."

Yan Chenyu frowned slightly, "Don't you need a drip?"

Zhu Yilin's smile faded a little and said seriously:

"She was just a low fever caused by catching a cold. As a doctor, I don't recommend getting an IVF.

Of course, if she still doesn’t get rid of her fever all night, but instead shows signs of a high fever, call me and I’ll take a look.”

"I see."

As he said that, Yan Chenyu was about to hang up the phone, as if he had guessed his actions, Zhu Yilin on the other end of the phone quickly spoke out.

"Hey? Don't hang up the phone in such a hurry! I haven't explained it clearly yet, who is the sick person? The man and the woman?"

Yan Chenyu sneered sarcastically, "Your patients are in danger, and they still have the intention to gossip? Go for the operation now!"

After saying that, Yan Chenyu hung up the phone.

Zhu Yilin looked at the hung-up phone and chuckled softly.

"I know I'm a woman if I don't say it!"

After knowing him for so many years, when has he ever seen him look so panicked?

Apart from the woman who moved him, I'm afraid no one could easily touch his emotions.

"Doctor, the patient's preoperative examination has been completed and you can have the surgery."

"Okay, I'll come over right away."

Zhu Yilin put away his cell phone, changed his clothes quickly, and walked into the operating room.

After Yan Chenyu hung up the phone, he gently stroked Qiao Zhiqin's forehead, covered her with a quilt, and stood up and walked out, while reminding Della.

"I'll buy some alcohol, you can cool her down with an ice towel first."

Della hurriedly called him, "No need for Director Yan, I will buy the alcohol in the afternoon, just outside."

After she took her to the hospital, she prepared these things at the doctor's advice because she was worried that if she really had a fever, she would be too busy to take care of Qiao Zhiqin alone.

I originally thought I wouldn't use these things, but I didn't expect this girl to burn it.

Yan Chenyu paused, walked out of the room after hearing this, and walked in with alcohol a few minutes later, and sat back to the edge of the bed.

"You go back and rest first, I'll take care of her tonight."

Della glanced at Qiao Zhiqin, who was drowsy on the hospital bed, and looked embarrassed.

"But……"

He needs alcohol, so he must wipe Qiao Zhiqin's body.

There is a difference between men and women. Shouldn’t she do this?

Seeing her hesitation, Yan Chenyu looked at her with a cold expression.

"We both have to have a rest, otherwise who will take care of her during the day tomorrow?"

Della knew that he had always been the only one who had decided could not change anyone. She looked at Qiao Zhiqin again, hesitated for a moment, and had to reluctantly agree to him.

"Okay, then I'll go and rest first. My room is next to me. I'll call me if I have something to do."

Yan Chenyu responded lightly and turned his gaze back to Qiao Zhiqin.

"Um."

After Della left, Yan Chenyu asked the front desk to send some ice cubes. He put the ice cubes into the water, soaked the towel, and put them on Qiao Zhiqin's forehead.

The cold temperature dispelled the hot temperature on the forehead, and Qiao Zhiqin's brows gradually stretched out.

Yan Chenyu, who sat by the bed, put her expression into her eyes, gently rubbed her hot cheeks with her fingertips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Is it comfortable?”

"Fortunately I'm here tonight, otherwise you will be in a bad mood!"

He said, pinching the tip of her nose angrily, and after the anxiety dissipated, only the anger remained.

Annoy her weakness and his powerlessness.

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