This was the first time Mo Bei had met someone who didn’t want to take his medicine.
Perhaps, if one’s face was handsome enough, even if one said such things, people wouldn’t find it annoying.
Instead, there was a contrast that she couldn’t put into words.
After all, hardly anyone said they were unable to swallow the pills as an excuse when they were over 18 years old.
Mo Bei walked away. When she reappeared, she was holding one more bottle of mineral water. “Two bottles of mineral water. If Captain wants to push the tablets down, it shouldn’t be too hard.”
Feng Nai’s eyelids lifted slightly. “Got it.”
Although he understood, he had no intention of taking the medicine. He leaned back in his bed with a towel still on his forehead. Even though he was sick, his already pale face was now even more handsome. He just didn’t seem real.
Mo Bei watched as he was about to pop a peppermint drop in his mouth.
Her left hand stopped him again before she said with an indifferent gaze and a cold voice, “Your throat is uncomfortable. If you eat sweets, it will get worse.”
“Support Little Brother.” Feng Nai abruptly leaned forward. His breath as he exhaled was still hot. “Today, you’re exceptionally…”
Mo Bei did not wait for him to finish before she cut him off rather impassively. “Want me to phone Mrs. Feng?”
Feng Nai’s eyes swept past the youth, his gaze slightly cold.
Then, his body pressed over, a faint tobacco scent entering her nose.
Mo Bei did not know what he wanted to do. She only watched as he leaned slightly towards her right side, grabbed her wrist and put the tablet in her hand into his mouth.
Mo Bei had not expected such an action from him.
Her wrist was burning slightly as if feathers had landed on it.
Mo Bei’s back stiffened. It seemed like he was really running a very high fever.
Meanwhile, the patient, who had taken his medicine, acted as if nothing had happened. His attitude basically said, “Do not disturb me from now on.”
Upon seeing that he still seemed to be very uncomfortable after downing a good half of the bottle of mineral water, Mo Bei took out her phone and started reading something.
Meanwhile, Feng Nai had closed his eyes again. He could hear the surrounding sounds, but his throat felt red-hot, as did his breathing.
This somehow made him feel very annoyed.
However, that person should stay quiet now.
He indeed was quiet.
It seemed like he had left the room.
For about 20 minutes, Feng Nai did not hear any sounds of anyone stirring beside him.
However, Mo Bei hadn’t left. Her fingers scrolled down the answer she had found online. “Take the snow pears out of the refrigerator, wash, skin them and cut them into cubes. Then, put them into a pot of clear water.”
By the time Feng Nai opened his eyes again, the mineral water within reach was gone and there was now a bowl in its place.
Feng Nai’s still sleepy gaze looked over before he picked the bowl up and took an experimental sip.
The tip of his tongue, which had initially been unable to taste, regained some sense of taste by trying this mild sweetness.
Was this pear soup?
After trying the taste, Feng Nai lifted his hand and downed all the liquid inside the bowl.
Mo Bei was greeted by this very scene when she walked in. There wasn’t much emotion on her face.
Feng Nai knew that such a thing couldn’t just appear at the base. The only person who could possess such cooking skills was Trouble Lin’s Little Brother, who didn’t fear death.
Almighty K was now thinking how he could casually ask this person for another bowl of pear soup. After all, this was the person who had once left a mark on his face.
As he thought on, his brows furrowed slightly.
When had he become a loser like Trouble Lin?
This was merely a bowl of pear soup.
It’s not like he had never drunk some before.
Feng Nai was just about to mock himself when the person in front of him took him by surprise and suddenly extended a hand and rested it on his forehead…