MTL - Rebirth of the Super Thief-Chapter 43 :disease

If you do n’t meet anyone in the early morning, only the traffic lights across the street are awake like you.

Su Qiuyu won't wake up until 6:30. Bai Song bought an extra piece of rice noodles. The food is not as cold as this weather.

In order not to make the noodles cold, Bai Song specially found a plastic bench outside the booth and waited for a while before the boss let the noodles out of the pot.

It's six o'clock in the morning. If you stand on a high-rise building, you should see the sun slowly rosy head.

Ragged beggars walked by, the truck engine was warming up, and the sweeping sound was still sparse. Those who had to run for life had remained sober during this time. And the night owls sleepy and prepare to return to their homes. Maybe the hardworking people despise them, but why are they willing to do so?

Bai Song walked very slowly, and when he got home, his sound of opening the door had awakened Su Qiuyu. Su Qiuyu's long hair was a little messy.

Bai Song washed his face and lay on the bed, feeling that Bai Song was lying on the bed, Su Qiuyu said without opening his eyes, "Bai Song, my head hurts."

headache?

When Bai Song touched Su Qiuyu's forehead, his temperature was significantly higher than normal body temperature. Bai Song said with anxiety, "It looks like you have a fever. Can you take a leave today?"

At this time, the alarm clock rang, and the alarm clock at half past six was punctual every day.

Su Qiuyuqiang got up and propped up: "It's okay, just take two tablets of fever medicine. Today the company has a customer, I can't take leave"

Just talking, Su Qiuyu's body-supporting hand slipped on the bed, but fortunately Bai Song was also on the bed, and her eyes slammed her hand so that she would not hurt.

"Let's take time off. It looks like it's burning a lot. Don't worry about money," Bai Song comforted.

"But" Su Qiuyu still wanted to hold on.

"Nothing but, obedient, obedient." Bai Song comforted her like a child.

Alas.

Su Qiuyu's weak face suddenly showed a smile, which seemed to be made fun of by Bai Song's way of coaxing children. Thinking of it, the two people haven't had such an intimate conversation for a long time, and Bai Song, who had been ill before, also ignored the gamble to drink and drink.

He really changed.

Thinking of this, Su Qiuyu finally listened to Bai Song's words and lay in bed.

After waiting for about half an hour, Bai Song took the packed rice noodles into a small kitchen.

Bai Song washed the pot awkwardly, then poured the noodles into the pot and re-cooked it. People with fever and cold can't eat greasy things, so Bai Song intends to cook again to remove the oil stains.

By the time the fish was picked up, the oil had been washed, and Baisong re-burned some water and poured it into the noodles, then drizzled with a little soy sauce, and a bowl of twice-made clear soup noodles became.

"Come on, get up and eat." Bai Song asked, "Yes, is there a thermometer at home?"

Su Qiuyu pointed out to Bai Song weakly, Bai Song went in the direction and found the thermometer. Although he lived in poverty, he still had some small things to buy.

Bai Song opened Su Qiuyu's pajamas and placed the thermometer between her arms. During the period, she caught some smooth and delicate places, but Bai Song did not have those thoughts.

Su Qiuyu's inconvenience of holding the thermometer combined with her own discomfort, Bai Song had to let her lean on her body and feed her little by little. Every time Bai Song clips a chopstick, blow it and feed it to her. Su Qiuyu only needs to slightly open the tender lips to eat.

Bai Song looked at the time, and it was almost eight minutes. Bai Song stopped feeding and reached out to take out the thermometer under his armpit. Looking at the thermometer: 38 °.

For adults at 38 °, it is not as troublesome as suspending needles, and injections or medicines can be used.

"Would you like to have a shot at 38 °? Just a shot." Bai Song tried to ask.

Su Qiuyu shook his head and glanced at Bai Song weakly: "You don't know, I'm afraid of pain when I'm young."

"Well, after you eat, I'll go out and get you antipyretics." Su Qiuyu said so, Bai Song remembered that Su Qiuyu had been suffering from pain beforehand.

Bai Song continued to feed Su Qiuyu for a while. When he fed again, Su Qiuyu shook his head and his hair brushed across Bai Song's hungry face.

"Husband, they don't want to eat anymore." Su Qiuyu sprinkled her little while her daughter was away.

When a woman can't rely on him, he can be stronger than a man with iron bones. When a woman can rely on her arms, she becomes more tender than water.

Bai Song reluctantly put down the bowl, put the bowl on the table, and put on his shoes, telling Su Qiuyu to take a good rest and make a phone call and leave.

Walking in front of the clinic, this is a small clinic with two facades, and the reputation in this area has always been very good.

"Mister Duan, I'll take some cold medicine." Bai Song walked in. Teacher Duan in his mouth was the chief physician here, and his word of mouth was always good.

Dr. Duan's real name is Duan Guosheng. His appearance looks like he is about thirty years old, but those who know him know that he is already forty years old.

"What's your disease?" Duan Guosheng heard of Bai Song, after all, they were all from this area, and it was clear that Bai Song was a muddy man.

However, the parents ’mind of the doctor, no matter whether it is a little bit or something, Duan Guosheng is always the same, which is why everyone respects him.

"It's not that I'm sick. My wife has a fever and has taken a body temperature, 38 °," Bai Song answered truthfully.

"Oh, then I can prescribe a fever." After Duan Guosheng skillfully took out a few bottles of medicine and poured them out with a square-shaped medicine-packed paper ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Four packages were stacked. : "Eat three, one each morning, night, and evening. If the three are not good, then take the fourth one. If you are good, you don't need to eat it."

"Well, thank you Teacher Duan, how much is it here?" Bai Song touched his pocket.

"Fifteen yuan." Duan Guosheng said the price.

After Bai Song paid the money, he said, "Trouble" and then left. Selling medicines has always been a profiteering industry. If I change to other places, here I have to say thirty dollars.

This is still conscience. I don't know if it took thousands of people to catch a cold in the hospital.

When he returned home, he cooked the water and prepared medicine for Su Qiuyu. This time, Bai Song was not needed to feed him. Su Qiuyu himself had enough time to take the medicine.

Putting the cup aside, setting the twelve o'clock with the alarm clock, Bai Song closed his eyes beside Su Qiuyu.

When I got up at noon, I was not only responsible for cooking and taking care of my daughter-in-law, but also promised a good copy of the ghost fire. When I thought of these white pines, I felt a little tired, and soon I fell asleep.