C2 I Met a Boy with a High Fever

"This is the price. It's a little expensive. But it is worth it. How many days do you want to stay? "

The woman threw the melon seeds aside and stared at Zhao Qinghe's face. She compared him to the big stars on TV. This person looked even more fashionable than the ones on TV.

Zhao Qinghe's surprise from the price disappeared very quickly. He looked at the woman's passionate eyes and hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure if he would be harassed if he stayed for a few more days. He opened the wallet and saw the old notes. He was stunned.

Zhao Qinghe took out the paper money. Look at how old it was. This thing must have become an antique, right? He remembered that he did not have this kind of paper money in his wallet. Who gave it to him?

Before he could figure it out, the woman had already reached out and snatched the note. She said, "Twenty dollars. Two days. I'll look for you for four pieces. Please keep them well. "

Zhao Qinghe took the note and planned to settle down first. So he quickly carried his suitcase upstairs.

The woman saw that he left very quickly and did not have any intention of turning back. She immediately said anxiously, "You don't know the room number. . . "

The woman pretended to be spoiled and wanted to take the book with Zhao Qinghe to go upstairs.

"It's written in the book. "

Zhao Qinghe hurriedly threw down the next sentence and quickly reached the second floor. He turned to the corridor and looked for his room 206. He was a little short-sighted and saw a black thing by a door from afar. When he got closer, he saw a person and a little boy.

Coincidentally, that door was his room.

"You forgot to take the key!" The woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhao Qinghe naturally pushed the suitcase to the left and leaned his body towards the woman. His shoulder blocked the woman's line of sight and said warmly, "Thank you, just give it to me. "

The woman couldn't get close and could only reach out her hand from afar, "Hey, you don't have to thank me, sister is warmhearted. "

Zhao Qinghe took the suitcase and covered it up and smiled politely.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What?" Zhao Qinghe thought he did not hear it clearly, so he asked again.

The woman did not say anymore. "If you have anything to tell me in the future, just let me know. I'll be there anytime. I'll be here tonight as well. I can solve anything. " The woman purposely emphasized "at night. " She winked at Zhao Qinghe flirtatiously.

After she finished everything, she went downstairs in satisfaction.

Zhao Qinghe did not care about what the woman said. He pushed open the suitcase. It was the black shadow he saw. It was a young man curled up. The young man's face was very dirty. He was dressed very well, but his clothes were tattered. He looked like he was eleven or twelve years old.

He observed for a while and was ready to wake him up. "Hey, the little guy can't sleep here. . . "

Zhao Qinghe felt his whole body heat up the moment he touched the young man. He touched the young man's forehead. The fever was indeed serious. It seemed like he wouldn't wake up even if he shouted. He couldn't just leave him to burn.

He couldn't. Zhao Qinghe could only open the door and push his suitcase in. Then, he came out and picked up the young man who was curled up in a ball. It was very light, just a small ball. He carefully put the boy on the sofa.

He looked around. The room was still considered clean and could be used for living.

Zhao Qinghe boiled the water and took out the medical kit. He put the thermometer and antifever medicine on the table one by one and then put the thermometer under the young man's armpit.

He stared at the boy in a daze as he waited for the water to boil.

"Hmm. . . "

The boy's face was completely red, and he let out a low cry of pain. It was probably because the heat was too unbearable. Zhao Qinghe wanted to ask the child about this matter, so he could only wait for the child to recover from his fever and wake up.

"Er. . . Obedient?" Zhao Qinghe did not know how to coax people. This was the result of him doing his best, but the result. . . Was not satisfactory.

He went to get a wet towel to wipe the young man's face clean, then he washed it and soaked it in cold water before placing it on the young man's forehead. It was probably really useful, and the young man's expression was much more relaxed than before.

After a moment, the water boiled.

Zhao Qinghe took out the thermometer from his armpit to take a look. It was slightly more than 38 degrees, and it was not particularly serious. He tore open a tube of brown granule medicine and poured it into the cup. Then, he soaked it in boiling water. This medicine was a little bitter. Zhao Qinghe thought for a while and put another Sticky Plum Sugar inside.

"Little guy, wake up. . . " Zhao Qinghe pushed the young man and still could not wake him up. He resigned himself to his fate and took the spoon to the young man's mouth and fed the medicine in. Fortunately, the child could still swallow it normally.

After the medicine was fed, Zhao Qinghe sweated all over.

Sure enough, he could not deal with creatures like children. He would definitely be a Ding Ke in the future. Zhao Qinghe took a change of clothes and prepared to take a bath. He untied the red bracelet that was in the way and placed it on the table.

Zhao Qinghe was so tired when he came out of the shower. He had been tired for the whole day, and now he felt so tired. Zhao Qinghe looked at his phone. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. He planned to sleep for a while.

He was probably very tired. He fell asleep the moment he touched the bed. He slept the whole night.

Zhao Qinghe woke up because he was hungry. When he got up, the blanket was covering his body. It was still a little hot. When he touched the bed, who was the one who covered him with the blanket?

Zhao Qinghe immediately remembered that there was still a little guy on the sofa. He pulled the blanket away and got off the bed to see that the person had left. He glanced at the things around him. They were all worth a lot of money, except for one of the most tattered ones that had been taken away.

He took a shower and placed it on the table, forgetting to put the bracelet back on.

It was made with a red string, not worth much.