non-contractual relationship

Chapter 25

Zheng Feihe had been fooled, and was afraid that Ankang would ask again, so he hurried out.

Ankang estimated the time, took out the thermometer he was holding, and saw that it was a little over 38 degrees, which is not too high.Pursing her lips, she dressed drowsily and went to wash up.

Zheng Feihe is heating things in the kitchen right now.

When Ankang came out to sit down, he found that the bowl in front of Young Master Zheng was white porridge, and in front of him was a bowl of porridge filled with diced carrots.A few small dishes of kimchi were placed between the bowls of the two of them.

Ankang couldn't believe it, and pointed to his bowl covered with diced carrots: "...what is this?"

"A rich version of carrot porridge specially customized for you." Zheng Feihe boasted.

"?" One scoop was full of carrots, and another scoop was full of carrots. Ankang looked at Zheng Feihe with displeasure.

Ankang's questioning eyes were too obvious, so obvious that Zheng Fei and himself felt that they lacked confidence.Picking up the chopsticks, Young Master Zheng tried his best to divert Ankang's attention, pointing to a few small dishes of pickles: "You don't know, do you? Aunt Lan made these pickles, and her cooking is delicious." He took a small piece of cowpea and put it in Ankang's bowl.

Ankang's headache was severe, but Zheng Feihe didn't distract him. He felt like he was being naughty: "You're still sick, and the doctor said you shouldn't be picky eaters. Give me the bowl."

Seeing that Ankang was still lacking energy, Zheng Feihe couldn't bear to keep making trouble with him, so he poked the bowl over unwillingly, without making a sound.

Ankang took a look, didn't touch his own bowl, just pick it out, took Master Zheng's bowl into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and sure enough, the porridge was covered with a layer of green vegetable diced and different Less carrots: It seems that Zheng Feihe sifted out all the vegetables first, and then transferred all the diced carrots that survived in his own bowl to his own bowl.

Ankang, who had figured out the ins and outs, reluctantly poured half of the porridge into the pot, scooped half a spoonful of porridge covered with diced carrots and vegetables from the pot, and filled it in before walking out of the kitchen.

Zheng Feihe was lying on the dining table playing with chopsticks, his whole figure seemed to have melted on the dining table.

Ankang ignored him and put the bowl directly in front of him.

Zheng Feihe's face turned into a bitter gourd in an instant, but he glanced at Ankang, who was sitting across from him, who was a little uneasy. chew.

After Ankang brought the bowl over and sat down, he felt even more uncomfortable.He felt sluggish all over, and there was a feeling of soreness running all over his body. Sometimes it was a sore elbow, and sometimes it was tightness in his chest, not to mention some discomfort in his back. He couldn't rest even when he was sitting, and he was distracted.Eating this meal was really tormenting.

After Zheng Feihe got up, he didn't know what to do, and Ankang lost the desire to set an example, so he also put down the bowl logically and went to rinse his mouth.

Zheng Feihe didn't pay attention to how much porridge was left in the Ankang bowl, he was busy applauding wildly for himself who is not picky eaters.

At this time, Ankang already felt a lot of pain in his body. When he passed the master bedroom, he couldn't move his feet when he saw the bed, but he was too embarrassed to lie down and rest.In the past, he had never been so delicate, and it was also the fault of being free during this period.

Still hesitating, Zheng Feihe, who pretended not to know how to take the medicine, came over with cold medicine and asked Ankang, "How do I take this medicine?"

Ankang, who didn't think much at all, took the medicine in Zheng Feihe's hand, and stood by the door to share it with him.

Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang and told him with a face of discomfort, feeling a little guilty, after listening to Ankang, he came up with an idea, saying that Ankang might have been infected by him, let Ankang take his medicine for a try, and then Sleep a little longer.

Ankang didn't want to see Biaozi or the doctor either, so Zheng Feihe's proposal hit his fancy, so he agreed.

Both patients ended up taking the same medicine.

But after taking the medicine, Zheng Feihe looked at his well-being and was still not feeling well, sick, so he pushed him back to lie down and clean up the post-dinner mess by himself.

Ankang glanced at it, not at ease.His mind is still filled with images of diced carrots.

Zheng Feihe said: "I have lived without problems for so long, it must be fine."

This statement is somewhat convincing, and Ankang was persuaded.His mind is muddled now, and he can't take care of these bits and pieces, so he wants to be lazy.

Zheng Feihe pushed him to the master bedroom, took out two new quilts from the closet, shook them out for him and made them up.

Ankang couldn't hold back the temptation, and got in right away. He really wanted to rest.

Zheng Feihe squatted at the head of the bed and stuffed him with the corner of the quilt, saying: "Close your eyes and rest, I'll just wake you up later. Sleep peacefully."

The corners and corners that were a bit leaky were blocked, and he kicked his feet under the quilt a few times. Ankang thought he couldn't sleep, but he almost fell asleep when he touched the bed.

On the other end, Zheng Feihe, who said he tidied up, stood in the kitchen, dining room, and living room, swayed around twice, threw the dishes into the sink, and didn't even want to move the dishwasher, even if he finished washing the dishes.The dining table, that's even easier, I just pulled a few pieces of paper and wiped it.

After a few minutes, Zheng Feihe, who clapped his hands, felt that the work was done, and wanted to show his achievements.But unexpectedly, when he went into the bedroom to see Ankang, Ankang was already asleep.

Zheng Feihe felt a little strange, and touched Ankang's forehead—it was terribly hot.

"Ankang? Ankang?" Zheng Feihe called twice, but Ankang didn't respond at all.

Only then did Zheng Feihe feel that something was wrong, took out his cell phone, turned to the doctor's number and called.

The doctor was quite surprised when he received the call: What's wrong with this young master?

After answering the phone, the teasing mood disappeared. After hearing Zheng Feihe's description, the other person's condition was a bit serious.He called an assistant to go with him.Firstly, it was too late yesterday, and secondly, Biaozi urged him so urgently that he went into battle alone.

When they arrived, the doctor was standing outside the gate of the community, registering, when Zheng Feihe's soul-hunting phone called again.

Fortunately, today is the assistant driving.In less than half an hour's journey, this master made seven or eight phone calls in a daze. If he answered the phone by himself in his car, he might not be able to wait for the doctor today because of the accident.

The doctor glanced at the security guard who was checking the IDs of him and his assistant, and controlled the speed in his heart to say a few words silently, "Where are you?" "How long is it?" "Can you hurry up?" It was exactly the same on the phone.

The doctor quietly rolled his eyes behind his back.

The doorman quickly registered them and motioned them to contact the owner through the videophone at the door.Only then did the doctor interrupt the anxious person on the other end of the phone: "Don't rush, we are outside the community, please open the door for us."

As soon as the voice fell, the guard received Zheng Feihe's message, raised his hand and pressed the button of the passage, and let them in.

The doctor and the assistant parked the car and went downstairs, and saw Zheng Feihe standing there in a mess, it seemed that he had been waiting for a while.

The assistant next to him had never seen this battle before, so he laughed out loud.

The doctor turned his head to look at the assistant, and asked, "Is it funny that someone is sick?" He had made a decision in his heart, and he would replace this little assistant who was stuffed in because of his relationship.

The assistant suppressed her smile, pretended she was just a wallflower, and kept silent.

Zheng Feihe saw two people talking from a distance, thought they were chatting, hurried up a few steps to meet them, and interrupted: "Stop chatting, life-saving is the most important thing." After speaking, he dragged the doctor and ran away.

The doctor was dragged away.

The assistant ran behind carrying the box.

"Master Zheng, can you be gentle?" The doctor's hands were red when he ran downstairs to the elevator.

Zheng Feihe, who had pressed the elevator, glanced at it, hurriedly let go, and apologized: "I'm sorry, his fever is getting worse, I'm a little impatient." Then he went on to talk about his health.

Listening to Zheng Feihe's repeated descriptions of fever and stuffy nose, the doctor didn't interrupt, but he looked at Zheng Feihe with admiration: This person has never been so careless about his own illness, and there are really all kinds of wonders in the world.

But he also remembered another thing, reminding Zheng Feihe: "Have you recovered from your cold?"

Seeing the doctor's serious expression, Zheng Feihe was speechless.

The doctor's voice was an octave lower: "Although I have recited the Nightingale Oath, when a patient wants to die, you know, the situation usually becomes very difficult."

Zheng Feihe promised with some discomfort: "I promise there will be no next time."

When the elevator arrived, the doctor agreed with a little relief: "I can barely believe you once, there will be no next time. My body is only cared for by myself."

Zheng Feihe breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the door of the house, opened the door, invited the doctor and assistants in, and didn't even let them change their shoes.

But the doctor's slightly relieved mood was shaken when he saw Ankang.He asked his assistant to go out and wait, leaving the box behind, then turned around and asked Zheng Feihe who was still in the master bedroom: "You did it?"

Zheng Feihe was stunned by such a straight-to-the-point question: "En." Are all doctors now so powerful that they can know everything at a glance?

After thinking about it, Zheng Fei fell into strange doubts and stopped talking.

Walking to the window, raising the curtains, and opening the window, the doctor who escaped from the suffocating atmosphere in the room looked at Young Master Zheng, who was pale yesterday, but now he was full of energy and started to think wildly, and then asked: "What happened before?" , Have you taken any after-the-fact measures?"

"...He did it himself." Zheng Feihe, who answered in seconds, looked at the doctor with cold eyes.

The doctor glanced at the opened box at his feet, held back, and continued to check.

Zheng Feihe added without fear of death: "He still took the medicine this morning, you just prescribed it to me yesterday, is it okay?"

The doctor really wanted to pick up the box and hit people: "Can the medicine be taken without a doctor's order?"

Zheng Feihe, who knew he was wrong, didn't speak.

The doctor took the gloves out of the box and put them on.If it weren't for the fact that he still has a sick number, he really wanted to frighten the heartless Young Master Zheng.

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