Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Sheng did not open his eyes, but said in an unmistakable tone: "Everyone, get out. No one is allowed to move without my order."

Bailang: "..."

After all this, Gong Sheng, are you still protecting the little goblin? !

He couldn't help but sigh: What a loser a loving father is... Oops, that's not right, it should be said... he has a lot of problems with spoiling women...

Everyone retreated as ordered, and when only Gong Sheng was left in the room.

Gong Sheng then slowly opened his eyes.

Beside the bed, Yun Qiao's bag was left behind.

Gong Sheng carefully avoided the tuft of cat hair on the bag, held the hairless side close to his nose, and gently sniffed the remaining breath of her.

He finally spoke hoarsely: "You stupid woman with no conscience..."

He's like this, and she's still hanging out?

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In the early hours of the morning, Gong Sheng took another nap in a daze.

He was very thirsty.

Although I took antipyretics, I still wanted to drink water for some reason and my mouth was dry.

Although he could ring the bell to call the servants to come in for service, he kept everyone up all night, and he couldn't bear to wake up the servants who finally managed to doze off.

He endured it, but became increasingly thirsty.

He was so thirsty that he tossed and turned on the bed, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping at all.

until……

Suddenly there was a drop of cool and sweet taste on his lips. He stopped and tasted the taste with his eyes closed.

It has a sweet fruity aroma and seems to have a slight medicinal taste, but it is not bitter.

It tasted much better than the Chinese medicine soup Bailang gave him.

He couldn't help but open his lips slightly, wanting more.

then,

Spoonful after spoonful of sweet soup went into his throat.

Who was sitting beside the bed, who was so patiently feeding him sweet soup.

I'm afraid only Uncle Zhang can be so loyal and meticulous, right?

Gong Sheng thought so and came to this conclusion in his sleep.

After taking the decoction, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead.

The dizziness caused by high fever is much better, and it is more effective than antipyretics.

strangeness.

When did Uncle Zhang have so many secret tricks, which were better than Bai Lang's medical skills?

The palace saint was puzzled for a moment, his body gradually became comfortable, and he fell into a deep sleep involuntarily.

He had a very solid sleep, very deep sleep.

It wasn't until nearly noon that I finally woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the cool feeling on my forehead was still there.

He took off the thing on his forehead and discovered that it was an exquisite homemade medicine bag.

The material is a bit strange, silk, irregular shape, and the stitching is crooked. It contains some boiled medicinal herbs and a little bit of crushed ice, which has a surprisingly good cooling effect.

His hand touched the cup on the bedside table, he licked his lips, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Well.

The sweet soup inside had the flavor of apples and a faint medicinal smell. It was exactly what he drank in his sleep last night!

It doesn’t look like a dream!

Someone is really taking care of him.

He put the medicine bag on the table and got out of bed.

His strength seemed to be fully restored. He stepped forward with his long legs and walked quite steadily.

When he opened the door, Uncle Zhang was guarding the door of the bedroom.

Gong Sheng nodded at him and praised: "Your medicine last night was good."

Uncle Zhang was confused: "Mr. President, what medicine are you talking about? The medicine was prescribed by Bai Lang."

Gong Sheng frowned: "He took care of me last night? All night long?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "No, Bailang left at two o'clock in the morning as soon as you gave him the order when he woke up."

Gong Sheng's brows tightened: "Who gave me the sweet soup and the cooling medicine pack?"

Zhang Bo suddenly realized: "This..."

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Sweet pet mode is on! The princess domineeringly spoils her husband! By the way, let’s ask, goblins guess what kind of fabric the cooling medicine bag on the palace saint’s forehead is made of. Hehe...] If you want to talk about "Dear Chief Sir" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat , chatting about life, looking for close friends~