Picking The Stars (MTL)

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Pei Ji didn't sleep well and didn't have a complete sleep all night. There was a string in her mind that was stretched, which kept her awake all the time.

She dreamed of many people, many things, in a very gloomy background, she was not there, she was just a bystander.

She woke up several times, and when she fell asleep, she would dream again, so she didn't struggle at all.

She felt that someone had caught her, she opened her eyes, her dream was broken, and her bedroom and Song Er were greeted by her.

"You have a fever." Song Er said worriedly. She pressed her forehead with heart, and it was so hot. "I'll pour you water."

Pei Ji still couldn't react, the light in the bedroom gave her a feeling of tearing between dreams and reality.

Song Er came back soon. She brought a glass of water and a thermometer.

"Drink a little first." She brought the cup to Pei Ji's side.

Warm.

Pei Ji took a sip, only to find that his throat was very hot and his breathing was hot. She swallowed twice and felt her tongue bitter.

Song Er disinfected the thermometer with alcohol, and Wen Sheng said to Pei Ji: "Professor, open your mouth."

Pei Ji opened his mouth obediently, raised his tongue, and accommodated the thermometer.

After pressing the timer inside, Song Er said, "Your forehead is very hot. If the temperature is high, we will ask the doctor to come and show you at home, okay?"

Pei Ji didn't say yes or bad. He raised his eyes and looked out the window. It was still dark, without a trace of light.

Probably not before five o'clock in the morning.

Song Er didn't get her response, his eyes were full of worry. She sat down next to the bed, but instead of next to Pei Ji, she left a little distance.

When the time came, she said: "It's okay."

Pei Ji took out the thermometer, turned on the light, and glanced at it for nineteen degrees.

After she finished reading, Song Er took it over.

After a glance, she immediately picked it up: "I'll call the doctor."

"No." Pei Ji was unwilling.

Song Er had to appease her: "The temperature is too high. You need to see a doctor if you are sick. You should know this best."

Pei Ji still said, "No."

She looked at Song Er with stubborn eyes.

Song Wei had no choice but to say: "Then we take some anti-fever medicine?" Before Pei Ji refused, she said, "The pill is not bitter. It is quick to swallow it."

Pei Ji watched the pleading gradually appearing in her eyes, lowered her eyes and nodded.

Song Weisheng was afraid that she would repent, and said hurriedly: "I'll get medicine."

There is a medicine cabinet at home, which contains commonly used medicines. Song Er carefully read the instructions and dosage, took the pills, and let Pei Ji swallow them.

Pei Ji swallowed the medicine and lay down again.

Song Er covered her with a quilt and thought of a physical way to cool her down. Pei Ji opened his eyes and said, "You also sleep."

She looks like this, Song Er can not sleep.

"Professor will go to bed first, I'll get a towel to wet you." Song Er warmly coaxed her, "wipe it for you, it will be more comfortable, soon, it will be fine."