The scorching heat on the forehead made An Nan shiver: "Damn, got a fever."
She intended to withdraw her hand, but the other party firmly grabbed it and placed it on his forehead. In his semi-conscious state, the man’s mouth mumbled, "Comfortable, so comfortable."
An Nan’s heart was no longer calm. She kept calling his name: "Little White, wake up." Lin Mubai remained asleep.
As someone who has studied basic medical knowledge, An Nan knew clearly in her heart that this man had a fever and needed to take some antipyretics quickly or be sent to the hospital.
She continued to pat the man’s cheeks, "Little White, let me take you to the hospital, okay?"
The dazed man finally responded to her words, "No... I don’t want... to go to the hospital, I want water... to drink water..."
Without thinking, An Nan picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table and brought it to Lin Mubai’s lips, "Be good, sit up, we’ll have some water."
"Okay." At this moment, Lin Mubai was like a well-behaved child; whatever An Nan told him to do, he did.
Letting this weak man lean against her arms, An Nan placed the glass of milk to his lips, "Come on, have some water."
Lin Mubai had just taken a sip and was about to spit it out, but An Nan scolded him sharply, "Don’t spit it out, swallow it."
Anyway, the milk was already warmed; she wasn’t the least bit afraid that the man’s condition would worsen; it could just as well supplement his nutrition.
Thus, with a pitiful face, Lin Mubai drank down the entire glass of milk.
An Nan was about to get up when the man grabbed her hand, "Wife, don’t go, please don’t be mad, okay? I know I was wrong."
With an innocent, pitiful look, anyone would soften and forgive him. An Nan’s maternal instincts were also stirred, and with a helpless sigh, she gently coaxed him, "Be good, I’ll get you some things to take you to the hospital."
"No, I don’t want to go to the hospital."
Maybe at that moment when he just woke up, Lin Mubai was indeed delirious from the fever, but after downing a glass of milk, he sobered up quite a bit. However, in order to win a certain woman’s forgiveness, he decided to keep pretending—no, it wasn’t really pretending, just making himself look a bit weaker than he actually was.
As for going to the hospital, hell no, he wasn’t going. If he went to the hospital just because of a cold, he figured he wouldn’t need to leave the house for the rest of the year; he’d laugh himself to death.
An Nan understood the logic that the patient was always right, and upon Lin Mubai’s insistence on not going to the hospital, she immediately agreed, but with her own condition: "You don’t want to go to the hospital, that’s fine. First, you go rest in the room now. I’ll go buy some medicine. If the fever doesn’t go down after taking it, we’ll go to the hospital."
The next moment, the weak man on the sofa, without any objection, nodded in agreement, "Okay." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel[f]ire.net
"Alright, you stay home obediently, I’ll go buy some medicine."
As soon as she said that, An Nan was about to go back to the room to get her wallet when the person behind her called her: "There’s a medicine box in the kitchen." Isn’t it better to have medicine at home?
An Nan did not take another glance at the man behind her, walking straight into the kitchen. She found the medicine box in the hanging cabinet, opened it, and started searching for the medicine and thermometer she needed.
After she left, Lin Mubai on the sofa, his previously dazed eyes quickly became clear. He raised a hand to his forehead, and began talking to himself, "Didn’t expect this trick to work so well."