Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Don’t call the doctor. My fever is already gone, why is there a need to call them?” Mo Jingshen shifted his hand to hold hers and did not allow her to leave.

“You had a high fever since last night. Your temperature only dropped after midnight. We should ask the doctor to come to give you a checkup, ah…”

“The wound is simply infected. At most, I’ll have to take antibiotics for several days and have a few more injections for the next two days. There’s no need to make a big fuss over something small.” The man’s voice was low and husky, but still distinct: “You’ve been taking care of me for the entire night. Have you forgotten that you’re pregnant?”

“There are very capable nurses in the hospital. But if they are here, it won’t be convenient for me to come to visit you. Besides, your fever was too serious. If I’m not here, I won’t be able to sleep well. And so, I thought I should just come and guard you.” Ji Nuan smiled and habitually shifted her hand to touch his forehead.

“I’ll go ask Feng Ling to buy some food.” After checking that his temperature was indeed fine, Ji Nuan released a sigh of relief and sat back down by his bedside. She gently snuggled her face against his palm and said unhappily: “Don’t do this again. We were already worried that your wound would become infected, yet you actually removed the anti-inflammatory IV needle. No matter if it’s Miss Su or someone else, it doesn’t matter. Even if you’re impatient to protect me, you have to see if your body can take it. I’m not some small, white flower that can be easily bullied. So long as I’m sufficiently determined, no one can do anything to me. But look at you, with the way you’re injured right now if the both of us were to stand outside, the first one to be pushed over by the wind will surely be you. No matter how amazing usually you are, you need to have some self-awareness about your condition, all right?”

“Your words make me sound as though I’m an elderly man past my seventies, as though a small injury is sufficient to keep me bedridden. I’m not that weak.” The man chuckled lightly.

“Pei, if you can get off the bed, you shouldn’t have let the injury become infected. A fever caused by an infection is much more serious than a typical fever during a cold. Losing your consciousness from a forty-degrees fever is quite frightening.” Ji Nuan picked up the hospital record log by the side. She had taken down his temperature every time she measured it with a thermometer last night: “Take a look at it yourself. If I were to have this high of a fever, won’t you be mad at me for not taking care of my body?”

Mo Jingshen took a glance and did not continue refuting her. He gently patted her shoulder and asked lightly: “Where’s Nan Heng?”

“He went back to the base last night. I’m not sure if he came by the hospital today. Are you looking for him?” Ji Nuan placed the paper down and turned to pour him a glass of warm water.

“En, you’ve been taking care of me for the whole night. Have a good rest today. Help me make a call and ask Nan Heng over.”

“All right, I’ll call him, but first, lie down and don’t move.” Ji Nuan brought the cup over and used a spoon to feed him several sips of water.

Seeing her careful actions as she fed him, Mo Jingshen felt slightly helpless. Ji Nuan was really obsessed with feeding him right now.

After making sure that he drank enough, Ji Nuan stood up with her phone and headed out to call Feng Ling, who was guarding outside.