Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 304 You Are Pregnant, You Can’t Eat Cold Food
Suddenly hearing the word "pregnant", Feng Beiting was struck by lightning.

The first thing that comes to mind is not happiness.

is worry.

Jiang Yimian's body temperature reached over 38 degrees, and the test results haven't come out yet, so no one knows what's going on.

If she is really infected with the flu, she will not be able to take medicine while she is pregnant with a child, and can only rely on physical methods to cool down and rely on her own immune system to heal herself.

However, the immunity of pregnant women is lower than that of ordinary people, and their self-healing ability is naturally no better than others.

Once you reach that point, you will definitely need medication.

If it affects the fetus, then the child cannot be kept.

As a professional, Feng Dongshi hadn't said anything yet, but Feng Beiting had already thought of the final result, and even thought about the countermeasures.

Seeing him frozen in place and not speaking, Feng Dongshi asked, "Aren't you going to tell her?"

Feng Beiting sat on the edge of the bed and gently held Jiang Yimian's hand, his eyes were frighteningly dark.

"This kind of thing can't be hidden." Jiang Yimian has been busy and confused recently, and has no concept of time in the dark, so she didn't realize how long she hadn't had her period.

Now that she is back at home and free, she will definitely find out what the problem is.

This is her own body, how could such a thing be hidden!
Feng Beiting still didn't say a word, suddenly picked up Jiang Yimian and walked out, then said coldly, "Tell me the result."

"……Um."

Feng Dongshi rarely responded.

Looking at Feng Beiting's stiff back, he felt that it was better for him to make plans early.

If something really happened to Jiang Yimian, this crazy boy would cause a bloodbath, and none of them could have a peaceful life.

After thinking about it, he made two calls and went out.

One called Lian Qingfeng, and the other called Feng Xijue.

"The kid gave you the ring, didn't he?" He asked straight to the point when the phone was connected.

"Ah."

Feng Xijue responded with a cool voice.

"Take care of people, don't let him be a demon."

"Brother, do you think highly of me, or do you underestimate him?" Feng Xijue chuckled lightly, with a complicated tone, "Do you think that without the Feng family, no one can use him?"

"... At least I can resist it."

At least don't let him make trouble, otherwise there will be an end!

"I try my best."

He didn't want to take this ring at all, it was given to him by that brat.

Later, I planned to return it, but too many things happened for a while and it was delayed.

He doesn't want to touch the mess of the Feng family...

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Feng Beiting took Jiang Yimian back to their own house.

On their way home from the hospital, the people arranged by Prison Temple had arranged it into a small hospital, and there were a lot of medical equipment that should be there.

This was left by Feng Beiting before the outbreak of the flu. Originally, he wanted to keep it in case someone around him got sick, but he didn't expect it to be used on Jiang Yimian.

He didn't tell anyone about Jiang Yimian's abnormal body temperature, and arranged for a doctor from the Feng family to live downstairs to check on Jiang Yimian's condition at any time.

The ingredients at home have also been prepared, enough for them to self-quarantine for a week.

It was afternoon when Jiang Yimian woke up, and the protective clothing on her body was gone.

So she is...

She smelled a strong smell of alcohol in her breath, and she turned her head to look, and found alcohol, gauze, and medical alcohol cotton balls on the bedside table.

After contacting the sore feeling on her body again, she realized belatedly that she had caught a cold.

My heart suddenly hung up.

These days in the hospital, she has been treating her work with a very positive and optimistic attitude, as if she answered the phrase "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers".

One time she even inadvertently overheard two old doctors discussing her secretly, saying, "You are young after all, you have little experience, you don't worry or fear, and you are happy every day."

At that time, she couldn't help retorting in her heart, because she was afraid.

It's just that she didn't show it, so no one knew the fear in her heart.

I was afraid that I would catch the flu accidentally, that I would lie weak in the isolation ward like other infected people, that I would die like this, and that I would not even see my family for the last time.

He was even more afraid that after his death, the world would lose a beautiful man named "Feng Beiting".

Even now, the illness has been brought under control, and the moment she learned that she had a cold, her heart was beating incessantly.

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, felt it herself, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Not hot.

It seems to be ready.

As soon as he put down his hands, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a "bang", and Feng Beiting almost ran in.

"Mianmian!"

"...What, what's the matter?" When he said this, she was taken aback, "Don't worry, my temperature has already dropped, so it's not hot anymore."

Feng Beiting ignored her and took an ear thermometer to test it.

Di-

37°9.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Face slaps come too fast like a tornado.

She took the initiative to pull up the quilt, and rolled herself up tightly, "I just touched it and it really didn't feel hot."

"The temperature of your whole body is abnormal, how can you still count on the feel? Or you touch mine?" Feng Beiting lowered his head and brought his face closer to her.

Jiang Yimian touched it, her eyes lit up, "Wow! It's so cool!"

Feng Beiting: "..."

Pulling her hand down and stuffing it under the quilt, he said with deep eyes, "Lie down obediently, and I'll wipe your body with alcohol again."

"Oh."

Miss Jiang obediently turned over.

When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of something in the corner from the corner of my eye, and my eyes flickered, "Monitor?! Why did you install this in the bedroom?"

Not a pinhole camera, certainly not for peeping.

That's for...

surveillance? !
Thinking about it this way, it seems to be the case. He came in as soon as she woke up just now. He must have seen it on the surveillance screen.

Feng Beiting didn't hide anything, and admitted openly, "I'm going to cook after you fall asleep, so I can watch you conveniently."

"Hmm..." The words are like this, but I just think it's weird.

But she didn't say let him tear it down.

As soon as he came in, she noticed the strangle marks under his eyes, which were the same as those on her face, but not as deep as hers. The two shallow marks were left after wearing the mask.

She guessed right, the person she saw before she passed out was indeed him.

Burying her face into the pillow, she swallowed all the words of thanks, without explaining.

"Feng Beiting." She called him softly, her voice muffled.

"Ok?"

"When will the test results come out?" She knew it would be one to two days, but she wanted to know the exact time.

Feng Beiting's hand snapped.

But for a moment, he continued as if nothing had happened, "It's just a common cold, don't think about it."

"...Then you didn't ask Feng Dongshi to check on me?"

Feng Beiting didn't speak.

Jiang Yimian thought for a while and didn't ask any more questions.

No matter what, it is impossible to know the result now. She understands this truth better than anyone else, but she still feels a little uneasy.

Lying quietly under the quilt, the silence spread endlessly.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Seeing her silence for a while, Feng Beiting almost thought she was fainted again.

"No, I just feel hot."

Unlike the previous time when she had a high fever and felt cold, this time she felt that there was a fire in her heart that was about to ignite spontaneously, but she didn't sweat under the quilt.

After a pause, she said again, "I want to eat something cool and sour."

Concluding speech at the end, "Do you have hawthorn-flavored ice cream at home? I want to eat it."

Feng Beiting ruthlessly refused, "No."

"What about the blueberry flavor?"

"nor."

"I don't care about the taste, as long as it's ice cream."

"Mianmian, there is no ice cream at home."

"..."

The girl felt that the evil fire in her heart was burning even more.

"I don't have ice cream, so there is always Sprite, right?
It doesn't have to be Sprite, as long as it's a carbonated drink, there's really nothing like it. You can get me a bowl of water and put it in the refrigerator for the head office, right? The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she almost sat up.

Received a merciless slap from Feng Beiting, and pressed it back, "No."

"why?!"

"...You are pregnant, you can't eat cold food." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he simply told her earlier.

Of course, Feng Beiting never wanted to hide Jiang Yimian from the very beginning.

He felt she had a right to know.

And he has no right to deprive her of this right.

(End of this chapter)