Song Xuan brought the thermal lunch box to yang Haitao's room. Yang Haitao's eyes lit up when he saw her.
Song Xuan opened the lunch box and yang Haitao touched his neck, " it's all green. I had porridge in the morning and in the afternoon, but it doesn't taste good at all. Can you give me something more flavorful? "
Song Xuan picked up the mercury thermometer from the bedside table and handed it to him, " "Let's take your temperature first."
Yang Haitao obediently took his temperature.
It was October and the sky was clear. In the evening, the courtyard was filled with the fragrance of red Osmanthus. Yang Haitao felt that it was rare to have such a slow time.
Three minutes later, he took out the thermometer. Song Xuan took it and looked at it under the light. yes, it's 37.6 degrees Celsius. I still have a fever. I can't eat meat or fish. I just want to eat vegetarian food and drink more water. I'll take some medicine at night and go to bed early.
