The lights in the ward were on the brightest. Taeyeon was lying on the snow-white bed and fell asleep. The burning caused her cheeks to flush. The expression on her face showed that Taeyeon was very uncomfortable now.

Next to the hospital bed, Zhang Yang stood there with anxiety on his face, and a doctor next to him was holding Taeyeon's medical record and saying something, while the nurse stood by and kept recording with paper and pen.

"Taeyon's fever can also be said to be expected, so don't worry too much, Zhang Yangxi." The doctor turned around and comforted him.

"How do you say it?" Zhang Yang said in confusion.

"The great joy and sorrow of mood will affect the work of the human immune system to varying degrees. Taeyeon xi has been in a bad mood in recent days and has a serious lack of sleep, which has also had a certain impact on the work of the immune system." The doctor looked through the medical records and doctor's advice in his hand and said: "A situation like Taeyeon xi may be caused by the emptiness of the immune system under extreme relaxation."

"The doctor's advice suggests Taeyeon Xi to see a psychologist because the way the psychologist can relieve the mood is scientific and stable, and will not cause too much burden on the patient's physical condition." The doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Zhang Yang and said, "As for Zhang Yang's method, although it can be said that it has the greatest guarantee, but due to imprecise communication skills, Taeyeon Xi is prone to happen."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

"Then another reason why Taeyeon burned 39 degrees is also related to this window." The doctor pointed to the crack of the window that was just closed by the nurse and said to Zhang Yang: "Is this gap opened by Zhang Yang Xi when we came in?"

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head: "It should be Taeyeon."

Zhang Yang recalled that when Qiangren came just now, Taeyeon was sitting directly in front of the window, and she was also sitting there when she was having dinner. She was wearing only her close-fitting clothes and hospital clothes. She sat there for so long by the cold air outside the window and the air conditioner in the house. No wonder Taeyeon burned.

"But I feel that Taeyeon should have a low fever when she woke up." Zhang Yang touched her chin and said, "Taeyeon felt a little hot when she woke up, so she opened the window to blow the air, and then was squeezed by the hot and cold air, coupled with severe psychological fluctuations, so she evolved from a low fever to a high fever."

"It's also possible." The doctor nodded, "When these bottles of medicine are finished, Taeyeon's temperature will probably return to normal. I will have another detailed examination tomorrow and I will be discharged from the hospital after a long rest."

"Please trouble the doctor." Zhang Yang nodded.

"This is what we should do. Contact us in time if you have any questions." The doctor nodded and turned around with the nurse to check the next patient.

Looking at Taeyeon lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Yang shook her head. Is Taeyeon's high fever considered a f1ag he had set for her?

"I may not come back tomorrow. If I don't come back in the evening, you will go home on vacation."

This is what Zhang Yang said to Xu Xian on the phone, but he didn't expect that his words would come true.

Zhang Yang waved his right hand and showed a mini strong light hand dot. He pressed the switch and it was working normally. Zhang Yang nodded and used his "Junior Music Theory" to cushion the light of the flashlight, so that the strong light of the flashlight hit the infusion bottle. Turn off the light, and can still clearly observe the infusion bottle through the flashlight's light. Zhang Yang then felt relieved.

Standing in front of Taeyeon's bed, Zhang Yang asked the nurse to come and change the dressings from time to time. He was busy until after three o'clock in the middle of the night. Taeyeon's bottles of medicine were all taken out, and his body temperature was stable at 37.5c. Zhang Yang was relieved.

The doctor said that Taeyeon's body temperature would return to normal as the medicine gradually acted in the body. Zhang Yang did not have the experience of burning the bed, nor did he know if what he said was true, so he could only use the stupidest method.

In the dark ward, Zhang Yang sat in front of Taeyeon's bed holding a warm water cup in his hand, quietly guarding him. Although the room was pitch black and he could not see his fingers, Zhang Yang could hear Taeyeon's breathing on the bed. Although the breathing sound was a bit heavy because of his discomfort. However, from its uniform frequency, Zhang Yang knew that Taeyeon's condition was no longer a serious problem.

That's good.

...

At eight o'clock in the morning, Taeyeon on the hospital bed opened her eyes tiredly and stared at the ceiling in front of her without any hesitation, allowing her thoughts to gradually return.

I lay down on the hospital bed at 5:30 yesterday. I woke up at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night and got out of bed to eat something. Then I felt heart-wrenching pain in Zhang Yang's arms. After hearing Zhang Yang's explanation, I felt a sudden high fever and fell ill on the bed. Until now I woke up, Taeyeon had been lying in the bed for 14 hours. During this period, I experienced a high fever with overdrawn strength. Now Taeyeon's body is already in vain.

Strongly sitting up, Taeyeon rubbed her sore shoulders and looked at the environment around the hospital bed left and right.

The ward decoration is very fresh, unlike the snow-white walls in China, the green light blue walls painted by the special care ward in Korea are very touching.

Taeyeon looked left and right, but she didn't see the figure of that person.

After getting off the bed in confusion, Taeyeon rubbed her temples that were still a little painful, dragging the larger cotton slippers equipped by the hospital for the patients, and walked towards the bathroom "cracked".

When Taeyeon walked into the bathroom, she saw the brand new toothpaste toothbrush on the washbasin and a new pink towel soaked in warm water in the basin. Taeyeon suddenly felt warm and fulfilled.

After walking out of the bathroom, Taeyeon turned around and came to the small living room, but saw Zhang Yang sitting quietly on the sand, holding a newspaper and watching it seriously. On the coffee table in front of Zhang Yang, the pink insulation bucket from last night was standing there quietly.

"Awaken? How do you feel?" Zhang Yang looked up at Taeyeon, who was wearing a large hospital gown with invisible hands and feet, and asked with concern.

"The head still hurts a little." Taeyeon stretched out a small hand from her sleeve and knocked her head helplessly: "I'm still a little dizzy. The high fever should have not yet receded, and her body temperature is still a little high."

"Is that so? Let's take a look." Zhang Yang put down the newspaper in his hand, then reached out and put it on Taeyeon's head.

As soon as Zhang Yang's hand was pressed against Taeyeon's delicate forehead, he heard Taeyeon laughing out loud: "oppa, your hands are so cold."

"Uh..." Zhang Yang was stunned at first when he heard this. Although he nodded suddenly, he said with a smile: "I just bought breakfast from outside, and my hands have not yet warmed up."

Zhang Yang shook his head, gently held Taeyeon's head, and then gently pressed his forehead against Taeyeon's forehead.
Chapter completed!