"Brother Du, Brother Du, what's wrong with you? Brother Du?" Lin Jianghe knelt on the ground, first checked the temperature on his forehead, and then anxiously asked about his situation, but Du Tang remained motionless and did not respond at all. .

Lin Jianghe hurriedly took out Du Tang's mobile phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint, rummaged through the recent chat records, and successfully found Dr. Zhao's phone number.

"Hey, Doctor Zhao? Du Tang is not feeling well. He seems to have a fever. Can I trouble you to come over as soon as possible?"

"No problem, I'll come right away. You can use some physical cooling methods to deal with it now." Dr. Zhao recalled the appearance of the young man he saw at Du Tang last time, with an inexplicable smile on his face. .

Is this the person Du Tang put in his heart? Not only did he ask him to come to see him for stomach problems under the guise of his own cold, but he also made a special call to inquire about the situation afterwards. After knowing that there is no big deal, I can be relieved. Now it seems that it is not a hot shaving stall.

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

After Lin Jianghe thanked him, he hung up the phone. At this time, Du Tang was still awake. He took a deep breath and ran to the bathroom to get a new towel, then a pillow and quilt, and placed Du Tang in the on the floor. No way, really can't move him.

Half an hour later, Dr. Zhao also rushed over and glanced at Du Tang, who was placed in plain sight, with a flash of interest in his eyes. Then the diagnosis was made as usual, and his face became gloomy calmly.

"He didn't drink the medicine I prescribed last time? The fever has been low for several days. It may turn into pneumonia in a few days later."

"What about now? How is the situation now?" Lin Jianghe glanced at Du Tang condemningly, then looked at Dr. Zhao and asked with concern.

Brother Du, he is too good at taking care of himself. He is such an old man, and he still doesn't drink medicine when he is sick!

"The situation is fine now. I will give him some medicine, and then cooperate with the infusion. You remember to supervise him to drink the medicine."

"Okay, I'll make him drink the medicine. Please, Doctor Zhao, help him to the sofa with me." Lin Jianghe nodded.

The two worked together to send Du Tang to the sofa. Dr. Zhao packed up the things to be used for the infusion, and briefly introduced the next matters and medicine to Lin Jianghe. Du Tang was still in a drowsiness.

"Dr. Zhao, why is he still awake? Is this normal?" Lin Jianghe pursed his lips, feeling that he couldn't calm down.

"Obviously, he hasn't had a good rest these days, and he's still a little malnourished, that's why the disease is so serious." Dr. Zhao raised his glasses and said solemnly.

"Ah? This." Lin Jianghe helplessly supported his forehead, unable to complain anymore.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"I see you off."

Lin Jianghe sent Dr. Zhao outside the door. Dr. Zhao turned and left. Lin Jianghe was about to close the door, but he suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Lin, forgive me. In his situation, did you two quarrel? Even if you have a fight, you shouldn't abuse your body like this. I hope you can educate him, Mr. Lin."

After Dr. Zhao finished speaking, he turned around and left. Lin Jianghe was a little confused at first, but his face suddenly flushed red when he figured it out. He wanted to explain something, but Dr. Zhao had long since disappeared. If he made a special call to explain this kind of thing, it would be more like there is no silver 300 taels here.

Lin Jianghe went back to the house depressed.

Chapter 26

Du Tang was still lying on the sofa unconsciously, his hair scattered.

Does a person who looks so strong usually show such a fragile appearance when he falls ill?

Lin Jianghe walked over, wanting to test the temperature of his forehead again, but Du Tang grabbed his wrist as soon as he reached out.

Du Tang woke up instantly, his five fingers clenched tightly, his eyes shot at Lin Jianghe like a sword, then his eyes quickly softened, and his hand strength became soft, only holding it empty. The sharpness just now seemed to be Lin Jianghe's illusion.

"Brother Du, you're awake." Lin Jianghe didn't care about embarrassment and asked with concern.

"Well," Du Tang glanced at Lin Jianghe apologetically, and looked around to understand the current situation.

"Did you call Zhao Sheng to come?"

"Yes, Dr. Zhao said that you have had a low-grade fever for several days, and said you didn't take medicine. Brother Du, why didn't you take medicine?" Lin Jianghe looked at Du Tang in disapproval.

"I forgot." Du Tang replied softly. Eyelashes drooped slightly, avoiding Lin Jianghe's condemning gaze.

Lin Jianghe pouted, this excuse is really insincere! He shook his right hand slightly.

Du Tang seemed to have just discovered it, and quickly released his hand, leaving a clear red mark on Lin Jianghe's wrist. The bright red marks against the tender white skin looked extremely shocking.

"Me," Du Tang frowned tightly, his right hand hanging in the air, the man who had always been calm suddenly realized what it meant to be at a loss, and hurriedly wanted to get up.

"I'll help you find the medicine for bruises."

Lin Jianghe shook his head, put his hands on his chest, and stopped him from getting up, "Brother Du, don't move, you are still infusion. You can tell me where it is, and I will find it myself."

"I'm sorry, I tried too hard, the medicine is in that cabinet." Du Tang pointed to a cabinet not far from him.

"It's okay, it looks serious, but it doesn't hurt at all."

He wasn't lying, and his wrists really didn't hurt much.

Lin Jianghe applied the ointment and sat back to Du Tang's side again, "Brother Du, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a glass of water?"

"No." Du Tang's eyes were half-closed, still annoyed by his previous rashness.

"Then what do you want for dinner?" Lin Jianghe asked with concern, not knowing Du Tang's complicated state of mind.

It's getting late, it's time for dinner, don't know what Brother Du wants to eat.

"It's all right, don't you know what I like to eat?" Du Tang stared at Lin Jianghe, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and a misty color.

Lin Jianghe's heart missed a beat, and his breathing became a little more rapid. He turned his face away, not daring to look at Du Tang again.