He had no choice but to get a nurse to give him an injection in the triangle of his shoulder.

When Yan Zhuo heard the news, he couldn't help gloating: "Yes."

However, it didn't take long for him to gloat over the misfortune, and he ushered in waves of patients.

In winter, the evil wind and cold invade the body, and the immunity of the elderly is low. Within a week, eight people fell ill in the nursing home, and one was taken away by an ambulance because of a sudden pneumonia.

The sanatoriums are mainly inhabited by the elderly, which makes the leaders very worried. Fearing that someone would fall ill again, the sanatorium began to distribute isatis root and warm baby.

At 108, Yan Zhuo put the warm baby on the table and asked casually, "Are you wearing long pants today?"

The heating in the house is sufficient, and Song Yan is not afraid of cold, so he didn't even buy long pants. Hearing Yan Zhuo's question suddenly, he said directly, "I'm not used to wearing it."

Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes at him, and said in his heart: Yes, yes, you are a drag, how can you wear something so uncool as long johns.

But he still couldn't hold back and asked, "Aren't you afraid of frozen shoulder?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and his expression was indescribable: "Are your long johns around your neck?"

Yan Zhuo: "..."

"No, I mean you're not afraid of old cold legs," he said.

Grandma Yan Zhuo likes to keep fit, and since he was a child, he instilled in him the idea of ​​"you can't keep warm when you are young, and you will be transferred to the hospital in your twilight years." . Therefore, Yan Zhuo's physique was not bad since he was a child, and he kept it alive.

Song Yan said: "We will talk about the future things later."

After that, there was a beep sound, and the hot water boiled.

Song Yan groped and walked to the cabinet.

When Yan Zhuo saw it, he asked him, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan said, "Take a cup."

Yan Zhuo took out a cup and handed it to him, and asked, "Drinking water?"

"Make coffee."

"Coffee?" Yan Zhuo wondered, "Why are you making coffee?"

After he asked, he felt like a mental retardation. What can I do with coffee, of course, drink it.

Sure enough, Song Yan also felt that his brain was pumping, and said with a cool expression: "Keep warm."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

I don't know if it's too late for him to shut up now.

Song Yan stood at the table, tore open a packet of coffee and poured it into the cup, and then poured in hot water. In an instant, the rich and mellow smell filled the room.

"It smells good." Yan Zhuo moved to his side and said.

Song Yan was noncommittal.

"It's really delicious," he said again.

Song Yan blew a sigh of hot air, but there was no response.

Yan Zhuo gave him a white look and said a third time: "Okay! Fragrant! Ah!"

Song Yan finally spoke in a condescending manner: "If you want to drink, take a cup yourself."

After finally waiting for this sentence, Yan Zhuo smiled and went to the cabinet to get another cup.

He glanced at Song Yan's cup, then his own, and finally held the handle of the cup and asked, "Are these two lovers' cups?"

Song Yan paused, took a sip of coffee, and said, "I don't know, it was given by someone else some time ago."

"Oh……"

Since it was sent some time ago, Song Yan shouldn't have seen it by then. Yan Zhuo poured a cup of coffee and stared at the cup in his hand.

The cup in his hand was a pig with a pouting mouth, and Song Yan's was the same. The two were placed together in a kissing position.

The difference is that his one is red, and the one Song Yan uses is blue.

Yan Zhuo took a sip of coffee, which was bitter. He closed his eyes and admired Song Yan again. He was a ruthless person who could drink it without sugar.

"Do you have sugar here?" Yan Zhuo asked. He really can't drink it, the difficulty of this hard irrigation is comparable to traditional Chinese medicine.

Song Yan said, "No."

"Where's the hard candy fruit candy?"

"No."

Damn...Yan Zhuo tried to take another sip, it was really unpleasant, so unpleasant that he said, "If it really doesn't work, just bubble gum."

He was so noisy that Song Yan's face was paralyzed.

Yan Zhuo complained, "Why don't you even have sugar... Don't you like sugar?"

"Too sweet for my liking."

Yan Zhuo said angrily, "Okay."

Song Yan said, "If you don't like it, don't drink it. Can you force yourself not to feel uncomfortable?"

I didn't intend to drink it. Yan Zhuo was a little embarrassed, after all, he wasted a lot of people's intentions... Well, not really, Song Yan didn't have that kind of intention. It was he who insisted on trying it just now, but the taste was too low.

"Then I washed the cup," Yan Zhuo said, "Are you almost finished? I washed it in one piece."

Song Yan handed him the cup, raised his chin slightly in the direction of the bathroom, and commanded easily: "Go."

...

Yan Zhuo cleaned the cup and put it back in place, replaced the garbage bag again, and finally said to Song Yan's back, "I took the garbage out, thank you for your coffee."

Song Yan didn't turn his head back: "Walk slowly."

After Yan Zhuo went out, he did not throw away the garbage immediately. He opened the garbage bag and glanced inside. When he was changing the garbage bag just now, he discovered that there were many unpacked coffee packages in it.

The nurse cleans the room every night, so it's very likely that this is the amount from last night to noon today, Yan Zhuo frowned, it was too much.

He found an empty corner and counted it out. There were ten bags in total. Except for the one he drank, Song Yan drank nine bags of coffee himself!

Too much coffee is bad. Yan Zhuo put away the garbage and felt that it was necessary to teach Song Yan about the disadvantages of drinking too much coffee.

Yan Zhuo's execution ability is very strong, and he made a serious record as soon as he returned to the room.

He carefully googled a lot of information, and decided to start from the perspective of caffeine and warned Song Yan.But he didn't intend to exaggerate and try to be as rigorous as possible. After all, drinking less is still good for the body.

Chapter 8 Ya Ya and Kitty Hawk