It was not until the third class that Shi Sang called Xie Yan to have dinner, but Xie Yan didn't pay attention to him. When Shi Sang reached out to pull him, he felt the abnormal temperature.

"Damn?" Shi Sang was stunned. He leaned over from the front row and subconsciously touched Xie Yan's face.

But before his finger touched Xie Yan's skin, his claw was caught by Brother Xie. Through a layer of school uniform, Shi Sang could feel the hot temperature coming from Xie Yan's palm.

At the same time, Xie Yan's deep and hoarse voice came over: "Don't quarrel."

Then, he let go.

"Master Er, why don't you come and have a look?" Shi Sang, who knew Xie Yan's personality, did not dare to touch him again, but signaled to Lin Er, "I feel like my brother has a fever?"

"Hmm? Have you had a fever?" Lin Er leaned over and muttered in a low voice, "When I touched his head in the last class, my body temperature was quite normal."

As she said, she reached out her hand and put her palm on Xie Yan's forehead.

The next second, I felt an abnormal body temperature.

"It's so hot, it seems to be really feverish." Lin Er frowned, then she shook Xie Yan's arm and wanted to scream.

"Xie Tiantian, stop sleeping. You have a fever. Get up and take medicine."

Lin Er remembered that when she went to the infirmary last class, she not only bought a box of stomach medicine, but also brought back two boxes of antipyretic medicine.

"Then I'll go to the front to get some hot water." Shi Sang, who couldn't help, reached out and scratched his head, stood up from his seat, picked up the cup and walked towards the front of the classroom.

Xie Yan was awakened by Lin Ersha. He looked in a bad mood. After waking up, he didn't say anything, so he lowered his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair.

"Are you awake?" Seeing this, Lin Er leaned closer and looked at the end of his red eyes. "I listened to your voice, it seemed like I had a cold. You can't sleep anymore, you have to take medicine."

Xie Yan reacted for a while and seemed to understand what she said.

"How many pills do you have to take?" Lin Er took apart the box of antipyretics he bought and looked through the instructions, "Why don't you write it clearly on the instructions, the appropriate amount is - how much is the appropriate amount?"

After thinking about it, Lin Er simply poured out a lot of money: "Forget it, don't care, the more you have, the better."

Just so happened that Shi Sang came back with a water cup and saw the pill that was enough to send people away on the spot. He quickly rolled over and rushed over.

"Your Master! You are merciless! Please spare my brother's life! Two pills are enough. If you keep doing this, my brother will die on the spot!"

“…”

Lin Er kept two tablets in a good manner and put the remaining white pills back.

After touching the table, Lin Er touched the box of cold powder, which he bought when he was just going to the infirmary. She poured out a few packs of them from the cardboard box and asked Shisang hesitantly: "Thirteen, do you think you still drink this cold powder?"

Shi Sang thought for a while: "Let's drink a little."

Liner raised the bags of medicine in his hand and asked him, "Then do you think these are enough?"

"..." Shi Sang's cold sweat stopped her from wanting to win by quantity, "Enough is enough, one pack is enough. Yes, taking care of patients is not like this, and the more medicine is not the better."

Don’t worry about eating too much, just go to the hospital morgue?
Chapter completed!