"Damn."
Chen Yuan covered his eyes with his hand, not knowing what the hell this guy was doing.
Such meticulous care could spoil me rotten.
Of course...
It wouldn't.
Chen Yuan would do the same for Xinyu when she was sick.
So when are you going to get sick?
Wait a minute, that sentence sounds familiar.
Filled with gratitude towards Xia Xinyu, Chen Yuan finished the bowl of porridge and then took his medicine, preparing to rest for a while. However, his temperature was rising higher and higher, and coughing was no longer just an itchy lung but even started to hurt.
He must have caught a cold.
I just said it, how could I, with such a strong body, get a fever just from a bit of wind.
As such, injections were inevitable.
Therefore, by eleven o'clock, Chen Yuan, who found himself unavoidably needing an IV drip, put on long pants and draped a jacket over his long sleeves before heading to the community clinic about fifty meters downstairs.
