Zhimian felt uncomfortable at this moment, so he knocked off his hand, rubbed his nose, and opened his mouth with a strong nasal sound: "No..."

"You said nothing?" The man frowned even tighter.

"It's really not, it's just rhinitis, shed tears..."

She really didn't cry.

"Have you caught a cold?"

Duan Zhuo grabbed her arm, picked her up from the seat, and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

Zhimian hid behind and heard him say in a deep voice: "I have a fever, do you know?"

fever?

Zhimian touched her forehead and thought she was going out this afternoon and the cold worsened. She comforted herself: "It's okay, it should be a low fever..."

He held her face calmly and pulled her: "It's okay. Go and go to the hospital."

She immediately stepped back as if she was touching electricity, shook his hand away, and resisted, "I won't go!"

Duan Zhuo looked at her with a serious face, and Zhimian looked at him fearlessly.

The girl had red eyes and red nose, and felt aggrieved.

A few seconds later, the man took off his black jacket, pulled her in front of him, and put it on her. A low and hoarse reprimand fell in his ears, "I'm still wearing it like this and sitting outside for a breath of wind. I think you are really not afraid of going to the hospital."

Zhimian was a little unresponsive by his actions, and heard him ask again: "Where is uncomfortable?"

"What?"

"Isn't you not going to the hospital? I'll go to the pharmacy to buy you medicine."

"No need, I'll just sleep by myself..." Zhimian thought that there was indeed no fever at home, but he didn't want to bother him.

He sneered, "Are you going to have a sleep or do you plan to faint from a fever?"

“…”

Zhimian hated his mouth so much that he glared at him in anger: "You don't need to buy medicine for me. I can also take some colds when I go upstairs."

"Cold psychics can cure your fever? Can you have some common sense?"

Zhimian was so fierce that he didn't say anything. Duan Zhuo sighed, his palm covered her hair, his hot eyes met her, and his low voice contained helplessness:

"Can you stop quarrel with me when you're sick? Huh?"

Zhimian looked at him for two seconds, "Ah Yeh--"

Duan Zhuo: "..."

He pressed his eyebrows and asked softly, "Does the head hurt?"

Zhimian rubbed his nose and heard him ask again, and then responded in a few seconds.

"Do you have a cough?"

She shook her head.

After asking all the questions, Duan Zhuo knew about her general symptoms. He picked up her bag on the chair, locked the back of her neck with his palm, and took her forward like a kitten, "Let's go, go home now."

"Hello……"

He glanced at her: "If you don't leave, I will just carry you."

"..." This person!

The two walked out of the square, walked all the way back to the community, and finally arrived at the doorstep.

After opening the door, he said, "I'll go buy medicine, you go in and lie down."

After seeing her in, Duan Zhuo went downstairs and walked to the entrance of the community.

Actually, when he called Zhimian just now and said he wanted to give the concert ticket, he was already driving to her community. After she refused, he felt unhappy. When he recalled that she seemed unhappy, he still wanted to see her, thinking of coaxing the little girl in front of her.

After arriving at the community, he followed Zhimian's specific address that Cheng Li had found before and knocked on the door. He found that she was not at home. He waited for a while and gave up. Unexpectedly, when he walked to the entrance of the community, he happened to see her getting off the bus not far away, so he followed her.

After leaving the community, Duan Zhuo used his mobile phone map to find out if there was a pharmacy nearby. He saw that there was a pharmacy two hundred meters away.

He followed the navigation and looked for it.

In fact, he knew that the little girl had never liked to go to the hospital.

During the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school, the girl was at home and once had a fever. When Duan Zhuo learned about it, he immediately said that he would take her to the hospital. Unexpectedly, she, who had always been docile, showed strong resistance.

She let him put down her attitude and no matter how she coaxed her, she was so angry that she never left.

Duan Zhuo finally said with a calm expression that he would not go and ignored her, and threw the door and went out.

Zhimian didn't say a word and didn't come out to beg him. After a while, Duan Zhuo compromised because he was worried about her health. He went back to her room and saw her huddled in the quilt.

He lifted the quilt and saw the little one curled up into a ball, trembling with cold, his eyes were red, his face was pale, and his lips were shriveled.

Even if he gets angry again, his anger will disappear at that moment.

The man picked her up, held her in his arms, and asked her why she didn't go. She lowered her head and held the back of her hand, tears fell down, and murmured: "Brother, I'm afraid of pain..."

After a long time, Duan Zhuo realized that she was afraid of getting an IV.

The first relative who adopted Zhimian, Zhimian's aunt, had studied a little care and worked in the health center in the backward town where they lived.

Zhimian, who was still young, once had a fever. His aunt and her family ignored her first and asked her to drink some water. She felt it was not tight. It was not until the next day that she turned into a high fever. Seeing that she was a little confused and couldn't wash the bowl clearly, she thought about taking care of it.

But in order to save money, my aunt did not wait for her to go to the clinic to see a doctor, but asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine and decided to give her some drip at home.

My aunt's skills are not good, and her eyes are a little dizzy. She can't find the blood vessels on the back of Zhimian's hand, so she pricked them several times.

Zhimian screamed in pain at that time, and her aunt raped her: "Will you fight? If you don't fight, don't beat me. Forget it, burn you to death!"

Zhimian held back the crying and reached out with a trembling hand: "I'll hit..."

Maybe she deliberately tortures Zhimian. Every time she gets an drip by her aunt, she will have several pinholes on the back of her hand. Zhimian has no medicine to take and cannot see a disease. She has no other choice except to endure it.

This incident became a lingering shadow for the girl, so when she resisted just now, he knew the reason.

After turning a few streets and finding the pharmacy, Duan Zhuo went in and patiently communicated with the clerk about the symptoms, "Is this OK? She will be allergic to a type of antibiotic..."

"OK."

"She still has chronic rhinitis. Should she use another rhinitis medicine?"

"If you have chronic rhinitis, take this..."

The clerk spoke to Duan Zhuo, secretly looking up at the man's face for a few times, and couldn't help but be handsome. He saw that he was so careful and anxious, and guessed that the person who asked him to buy medicine must be the one who was taken seriously by this handsome guy.

Duan Zhuo finally took a few medicines and went to calculate the money.

There were a few bags of tangerine peel candy on the shelf next to the cashier. He picked it up and asked, "Can you eat this if you have a fever? Will it get too angry?"

"It's okay if you eat one or two."

He thought of something and put the candy on the table, "Get a pack of it too."

After calculating the money, the man walked out of the pharmacy with his bag and returned.

On the other side, Zhimian returned home and took off the thick man's coat on his body, lowered his eyes and looked at him a little confused.

She didn't know why Duan Zhuo treated her like this today...

I could clearly feel him angry on the phone just now, but why did he suddenly appear again?

But at this moment, Zhimian was drowsy and had no energy to think. After changing into her home clothes, she lay down on the sofa.

After a while, the doorbell rang.

She got up and went to open the door and saw Duan Zhuo standing at the door.

Just as she was about to speak, he walked in directly. Zhimian was forced to retreat, looking puzzled: "Why are you here..."

The man's eyes became cold and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why, after buying medicine for you, I won't even let the door in?"

“…”

Zhimian really ignored his thoughts, so he had to squat down and help him get slippers in the shoe cabinet.

"Have you taken the temperature?" he asked.

“378°, just low fever.”

"Do you have hot water at home?"

“It’s burning.”

"Go in and lie down."

"Ah? That medicine..."

"I'll do it. Do you want to continue to torture the higher you want?"

Zhimian was forced to walk into the bedroom. Duan Zhuo stood in the living room, looked at the place where she lived, and his eyebrows were locked.

I have to move out of my home and now I am moving to such a place.

Such a small place, half a floor is not as big as a villa, how could she live there?
To be continued...