After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 309 Only fools catch a cold
The New Year is approaching, and the ingredients in the refrigerator are piling up, ranging from cheap preserved meat to expensive dried abalone, shark's fin, and bird's nest...

Unfortunately, it is dried abalone and cannot be cooked directly.

After a long day of cleaning, Anting was actually tired. He didn't want to spend too much time on dinner, so he simply made a cured rice rice to fill his stomach.

After 10 minutes, Anting turned off the fire and wanted to bake the cured rice again.

Taking advantage of this gap, he walked up to the third floor, intending to wake Song Ci up.

It's getting dark.

No lights were turned on in the room.

This girl sleeps a lot.

Anting walked into the girl's room and turned on the light. He saw the girl sleeping on the bed in a daze, wrapped in a quilt, her pretty face flushed.

"Song Ci, I'm coming in."

The moment the voice fell.

Song Ci, who was lying on the bed, did not sit up, but looked sleepy and listless, looking at the young man with half-squinted eyes, "An... An Anting..."

"Well…"

At first, Anting laughed at the girl's confusion.

But soon, he realized something was wrong, tilted his head and said, "Why is your voice so hoarse? Are you sick?"

Doesn't this guy have a fever?

between words.

The boy hurried forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He originally wanted to use his hands to touch the girl's forehead to check the temperature. However, he had just cooked and his hands were stained with water. The temperature was too low and he could not feel anything.

Nothing can be found.

After a brief hesitation, Anting lifted his own bangs, then lifted Song Ci's bangs, and brought the former close to the latter.

Song Ci didn't mind the young man's sudden offense and stayed obediently.

"A little hot..."

In order to determine the temperature, Anting walked to the living room, took out an emergency medical kit from under the coffee table, took out the thermal probe, returned to Song Ci's room, and put the thermal probe under Song Ci's armpit.

actually…

Song Ci was conscious, but a little confused.

Except for the two times when she was drunk, Anting had never seen her acting coquettishly or complaining. At this moment, she was quite well-behaved.

"Does it hurt?"

Before answering this question, Song Ci asked, "Are uncle and mother back?"

"No, they might not come back tonight."

After hearing this, Song Ci coughed twice, pretended to be calm, and said, "I'm okay, I don't feel particularly uncomfortable."

"You guy...actually you just don't want to cause trouble to the adults, so why don't you ask me this first?"

As the time spent together increased, Anting claimed to know this girl very well. The latter asked this question deliberately and also deliberately said that she was fine.

Afraid of causing trouble to adults.

Uncle An and mother are not coming back, so it is impossible for them to rush back just because they have a fever.

Song Ci lay on the bed and did not answer.

Anting scratched his head, with a black line on his forehead, and said, "It's really not cute at all."

Girls who are too strong are not cute at all.

"You're not cute..."

"Hey, after all this time, I'm still arguing."

"Just pout!"

"I lose. Stop talking. Your throat should be inflamed."

"Um…"

……

Almost 10 minute passed.

Anting asked Song Ci to take out the thermometer needle from her armpit. She happened to be sitting on the quilt, which may have restricted her movements. In addition, when she had a fever, her back ached and she couldn't exert herself. She couldn't stretch out her little hands. Thermal probe cannot be reached.

Anting was too worried and didn't realize that the reason was because he was sitting on the quilt. In desperation, he reached out directly, opened the girl's collar, and took out the thermal probe.

The probe smelled of sweat and laundry detergent.

Whether it smells good or not is another matter, but it does have a magical power that can induce youthful hormones and even weird desires.

"rogue…"

Anting was shameless and said: "Yes, yes, if you don't want to be eaten up and wiped out by the gangsters, then get well quickly and act like usual."

"Humph~"

What should have been a cold humming turned soft due to the inflammation of the throat.

Anting was not such a lustful person. He did not look at Song Ci. Instead, he focused on the thermometer, squinted his eyes and said, "38.7℃, a fever. He is indeed an idiot."

Song Ci was weak but sick, and retorted: "It's the fool who has a cold. I just have a fever."

"Song Ci, you... Thanos snaps his fingers, everyone is gone, but his mouth is still there."

Song Ci doesn't follow American comics and hasn't watched "Avengers 4". Although she doesn't understand the joke, she can still hear that the other party is mocking her for being tough.

"Nui...you are so stubborn..."

The voice has changed, it's so cute.Anting had no time to savor this cuteness and had to think about his next move. He frowned and said seriously: "You can't just leave such a high fever alone. I still need to go out for an injection..."

If you have a common cold or fever, you don’t need to go to a large hospital in the city.

There is a health station in the town. Small problems like this are usually solved there.

Anting thought the same way and took Song Ci to the health station for an injection.

Unexpectedly.

When she heard the word injection, Song Ci's delicate body on the bed trembled, she reached out and grabbed the corner of Anting's clothes, shook her head, and said excitedly in a hoarse voice: "No injection!!!"

Even if I'm lying in bed unable to move, I still have to say that sentence in a decaying voice - no injection!

Anting, who had just stood up, turned around and looked at the girl with complicated eyes. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "You are even afraid of injections..."

Song Ci turned her face, her eyes wandering, and said: "It's so cold at night, and riding a motorcycle will probably make it even worse. It's better to be still than to move. It's better to rest at home, cough cough cough..."

Song Ci always had one theory after another, but he could not hide his true self.

It looks perfect, but in fact there are flaws all over.

Afraid of the dark and pain...

Anting didn't bother to refute, so he complied with her wishes and said, "Then I'll find antipyretic medicine for you. You can continue to rest after eating. I'll cook you some white porridge and eat it when you wake up."

At Song Ci's strong request, Anting gave up taking Song Ci out for injections.

Anyway, take a medicine first. If the effect is not good, go out and get an injection.

Hearing that no injection was needed, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly: "Okay."

"Then I'll go out and look for medicine first."

then.

Anting is in trouble.

Although my father died of illness in his previous life, he is in very good health in this life.

There was no business failure, no ruined house left by grandpa, no drinking and smoking, the second marriage was to the first love (should be regarded as the first love), it was like spring breeze, and the body was in good shape.

Anting's health is also very good. He can't remember the last time he was sick. The father and son live together and there is no need to prepare medicine at all.

In desperation, I can only place my hope in Aunt Song.

"Aunt Song should be prepared..."

Anting walked into Aunt Song and his father's room, rummaged around, and found antipyretic medicine.

It's just that...the fever-reducing medical items I found are a bit hard to describe...

"Fever-reducing suppository...?"

Anting took a look at the instructions and felt even more helpless. It was not taken orally.

How could Aunt Song prepare this type of medicine?

No.

It may be that Anting’s level is low.

It was precisely because Aunt Song knew that her daughter was afraid of pain and didn't like taking medicine that she deliberately prepared the medicine in this way.

When the young man returned to Song Ci's room, the latter was half asleep and half awake. He felt it with his forehead again and found that it seemed hotter and more confused.

"Hey, Song Ci, can you hear me?"

"Well…"

"I only found this, can you use it?"

"Um…"

Although the girl was talking, there seemed to be no life in her.

"Then I'll go out and you can handle it yourself."

That's for sure.

Anting is a boy and cannot help in this situation.

After saying that, Anting put the medicine on the bedside and planned to go out.

Before he could walk out of the room, he heard a thump behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the confused king had fallen off the bed.

Anting hurriedly walked back, helped her back to the bed, and said, "Really, don't hold on if it doesn't work."

"An Ting, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Anting is even more helpless, what kind of thing is this.

At this moment, the young man looked at Song Ci, who was unconscious on the bed with her face red, lips dry, and she fell into a brief thought, and then said in an awkward tone: "How about... I can help you forget it?"

Upon hearing this, the sick Song Ci was greatly shocked and sobered up a little.

And actually.

Song Ci was not really delirious. He only had a fever of 39°C, but it did not reach this level.

It's not impossible to force it out and solve it yourself.

But... Between the mistakes of God and God, Song Ci nodded and said: "Well..."

Song Ci has always been a perfect girl, whether in studies or in life, she rarely makes mistakes, but Anting is her mistake, a mistake she has never been willing to face head-on.

She was thinking, should she face it head on?
You are my mistake.

What happened next cannot be described in detail...

(End of this chapter)