bayedsolid Chapter 189 Qiao Qin is sick?
Chapter 189 Qiao Qin is sick?
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yan quietly looked at the night outside the window, half of his face hidden in the darkness, alternating between light and dark.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and his deep eyes were full of contemplation. It was unknown what he was thinking about. Then, he stood up and walked out of the study, and walked lightly back to the bedroom.
The dim light in the bedroom gently sprinkled on the big bed, and Qiao Qin was sleeping quietly. Her sleeping face was sweet and peaceful, like a sleeping angel. Her curved eyelashes trembled slightly, as light as butterfly wings. Her rosy lips were slightly raised, as if she had encountered something beautiful in her dream.
When Huo Yan saw her like this, his heart couldn't help but move, and he subconsciously slowed down his footsteps for fear of waking her up.
He slowly walked to her side and gently kissed her forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world. Then, he carefully hugged Qiao Qin and closed his eyes.
However, not long after, Huo Yan felt that Qiao Qin's body was very hot, somewhat abnormally hot.
He felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was suddenly filled with tension and anxiety.
He quickly picked up the phone and shouted in a trembling voice: "Qin'er seems to be sick, come over quickly."
Ten minutes later.
The private doctor came in a hurry, and his footsteps were particularly clear in this quiet space. The moment he stepped into the bedroom, the doctor's breathing became rapid, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which flickered under the light, like a signal of anxiety.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere permeated every corner.
I saw——
The doctor quickly opened the medical box and skillfully took out a stethoscope. The metal part of the stethoscope reflected a cold luster under the light.
His brows were furrowed, his expression was focused and solemn, and the air around him seemed to become thinner.
At this moment, Qiao Qin woke up in a daze. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and her voice was weak and unclear, as if it came from a distant place: "Yan... I..."
When Huo Yan heard this faint call, he leaned over as if he had received an electric shock. His eyes were full of concern and heartache. It seemed as if water could drip out of his eyes. He gently comforted her, "Qin'er, don't be afraid. The doctor is here."
His body was tense, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and there was a dark tide in his eyes, as if a storm was brewing.
The private doctor quickly took out the thermometer and hurriedly measured Qiao Qin's temperature. Then he carefully checked her throat and said seriously, "Well, judging from the current symptoms, the fever may be caused by infection."
Huo Yan's brows knitted together instantly, like a mountain peak rising up, and his tone was so urgent that it was almost a roar: "Infection? Is it serious? What kind of infection is it?"
Qiao Qin was barely able to catch her breath, her voice was as weak as a thread: "Yan, I'm fine..."
Huo Yan's eyes were red, and he gently held Qiao Qin's hands, which conveyed endless tenderness and strength: "Don't talk, just lie down obediently."
The private doctor thought for a moment, his expression solemn and hesitant: "Further examination is needed to confirm, but don't worry too much."
Huo Yan's eyes were as sharp as a blade, staring straight at the doctor: "How can I not worry? You must give me an accurate diagnosis as soon as possible!"
The private doctor's forehead was covered with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down. He sped up the examination and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Huo, I understand how you feel. I will do my best."
After a while.
The private doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, smiled with relief, and said, "Madam, you just have the flu. You will be fine in two days after taking some medicine."
Then, Huo Yan followed the doctor's instructions and carefully gave Qiao Qin some antipyretic medicine. After the doctor left, Huo Yan's brows were still furrowed, full of worry. He paced back and forth beside the bed, his eyes never leaving Qiao Qin.
He stayed by Qiao Qin's side all night, changing her towel to cool her down, gently stroking her forehead, and paying attention to her every change.
His eyes were full of concern and worry, as if Qiao Qin was his whole world, and he whispered softly: "Qin'er, you must get better soon."
After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Qin slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Huo Yan’s tired but concerned expression, she was deeply moved and said weakly, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Huo Yan held her hand tightly and said distressedly, "Okay, don't talk."
The next morning, just after daybreak, Huo Yan quietly left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to cook porridge for Qiao Qin.
The kitchen was filled with a faint mist. Under the dim light, Huo Yan carefully took out the rice can from the cupboard, gently scooped out a suitable amount of rice, then put the washed rice into the pot and added a suitable amount of water. After lighting the fire, the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot happily, and the water in the pot began to slowly heat up.
Huo Yan stood in front of the stove, staring at the pot intently, stirring it with a spoon from time to time to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pot. As the water temperature rose, small bubbles began to emerge from the pot, and the rice rolled in the water and gradually became soft. He added some red dates and wolfberries to the pot and continued to stir them to evenly distribute them in the porridge.
At this moment, he looked focused and serious, as if he was completing an extremely important task.
Just then, Deng Qiaoni also got up early and walked into the kitchen.
When she saw Huo Yan busy in the kitchen, her heart skipped a beat. She felt a little surprised and embarrassed. After a moment's pause, she asked softly, "Mr. Huo, why are you up so early?"
Deng Qiaoni thought to herself, "Mr. Huo looks so aloof and unapproachable, but he actually cooks for her himself. It seems that he really loves Sister Qiao."
Huo Yan's eyes never left the porridge in the pot, and his tone was filled with unquestionable concern and worry.
"Xiaoqin is sick. I'll make her some hot porridge."
When Deng Qiaoni heard this, she immediately showed an anxious look on her face and asked hurriedly, "Sister Qiao is sick? Is it serious?"
Her eyes were full of concern and she unconsciously took two steps forward.
Huo Yan shook his head slightly and said in a steady tone: "The doctor said it's just the flu and it will be fine after taking some medicine."
Deng Qiaoni finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said sincerely: "Mr. Huo, why don't I cook it, and you go and have a rest. You must be exhausted after taking care of Sister Qiao all night."
Huo Yan shook his head and flatly refused: "No need! I want to cook for her myself!"
He kept stirring with his hands, his eyes filled with unshakable determination.
Deng Qiaoni looked at Huo Yan's focused expression with envy in her eyes, and said sincerely: "You two have such a good relationship, Sister Qiao is so happy."
Huo Yan did not respond, but just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, still staring intently at the porridge boiling in the pot, hoping in his heart that Qiao Qin would get better soon.