Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Si Boheng walked in quickly, and as soon as he got close, Aunt Wen smelled the fishy smell on his body, frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to hold him.

"Master, I'll take care of Fluffy, you go change your clothes and take a bath first, she's sensitive now, don't make her vomit again."

Si Boheng was taken aback, and stood there looking down at Yan Rongrong.

Seeing that his fluffy lips were muttering something, he took two steps forward, squatted down, and turned his head to listen.

"Mr. Si, Si Boheng..."

Si Boheng's eyes narrowed sharply, and he turned to look at Yan Rongrong.

She was covered in sweat, beads of sweat hung on her fair neck, her hair stuck to her face, and she looked as if she had been fished out of the water.

"Furry, I'm here, I'm here, wake up."

Aunt Wen looked at his clothes, opened her mouth, but said nothing more.

However, Si Boheng didn't touch Yan Rongrong, but slowly lowered his head, and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead, his lips moved down slowly, and then slightly enfolded her lips, saying in a low voice.

"I'm here, don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

Yan Rongrong, who collapsed into a deep sleep, didn't know whether she heard his words or felt his breath, but she really stopped talking and her breathing became steady.

Aunt Wen blinked her eyes and said to herself, it really is the young master that Furry needs most.

Si Boheng looked at her for a while, and seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he stood up.

"Why did she have a fever? What did the doctor say after seeing it?"

Aunt Wen looked at Si Boheng with a puzzled expression.

"We don't know why we got a fever. It stands to reason that in the old house, so many people take care of her, she shouldn't catch a cold or something. Before, Furry wanted to move back to the apartment you lived in before, but then The master was really worried about her, so he was taken back again, and we all took good care of her, she suddenly had a fever at night, and the doctor didn't say anything about the reason just now."

Si Boheng frowned slightly, his eyes were always looking at Yan Rongrong.

"I'm going to wash up, and you help her wipe the sweat off her body."

"You don't need to tell the young master, I have been wiping the sweat. Fortunately, I am sweating. I am sweating now, and the fever has subsided."

Si Boheng kissed his forehead just now, and he also felt that Yan Rongrong's body temperature was not particularly high, and he might still have a slight low-grade fever.

He went to the downstairs room to take a shower, changed into clean light gray home clothes, and didn't go to Yan Rongrong immediately, but first summoned the doctors in the small hall.

The dean and the others were arranged to live in the old house last night, and they were notified by Steward Qian that Young Master Si wanted to see them early in the morning.

These people slept very late last night, and hurriedly got up early in the morning and came to the small hall.

Seeing Si Boheng sitting there drinking tea, the dean and the others were slightly surprised.

Because the Si Boheng they saw in the past were all wearing suits, very majestic, but today he was sitting on the sofa, wearing home clothes, holding a cup of tea in his hand, giving people a very peaceful feeling.

"The result of your diagnosis and the cause of the disease."

The doctors are all full of black lines on their foreheads. It's just a cold. The cause of the disease can be various, right?

But facing Si Boheng, they didn't dare to answer so casually.

As the leader of this group of doctors, the dean had no choice but to stand up and analyze the reason why Yan Rongrong might have caused a cold to Si Boheng.

But Si Boheng always looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

This made the dean feel uncertain. Did you mean dissatisfied?But a cold is not a big problem, so it really shouldn't be so motivating.

Seeing the dean wipe away his sweat quietly, the young doctor Jia Chun mustered up his courage, took a step forward and said.

"Master Si, I think that Ms. Yan's illness may not be caused by catching a cold or blowing the wind. I feel that there is sadness in her brows, and there is a light blue under her eyes, which means that she has not slept well in the past few days. She...may be very anxious. .”

Si Boheng's expression froze, he held the teacup but did not drink it.

He stared at Jia Chun.

"What did you say?"

Jia Chun had just graduated from medical university and came to Yuni Hospital as an intern. He is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, so he dared to speak out his guess in front of Si Boheng.

The dean glanced at Jia Chun, Jia Chun took a deep breath, and said to Si Boheng

"I've asked Ms. Yan before. She seems to have something on her mind, and she is pregnant, which makes her extremely depressed. That's why she suddenly developed a fever and cold symptoms."

Some doctors obviously scoffed. This Jia Chun really wanted to show he was crazy. He dared to say anything. He was still too young to know that his fate was in the hands of the big boss.

Si Boheng frowned slightly, and glanced at Steward Qian beside him.

Butler Qian hurried forward and said.

"Master, every day I restrain the servants from wandering in front of Ms. Yan to annoy her. This...we don't know why she is upset."

Steward Qian felt that it was too unfair for him to be blamed. He hadn't taken care of the old man in the past, but now they are really taking care of the young lady carefully!

But Si Boheng didn't intend to ask further questions, he put down his teacup, stood up, glanced at the doctors, and said calmly.

"Go back and rest, I will trouble you to live here for a few days."

Then his eyes turned to Jia Chun.

"You come with me."

Jia Chun was taken aback, and then followed Si Boheng.

Seeing that Si Boheng was about to go downstairs, the dean hesitated for a while, then quickly chased after him.

"Master Si, it's like this. Last night, the master almost called all the experts and directors of Yuni Hospital. The hospital is short of doctors this morning. Do you think..."

Si Boheng pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Just keep a few, and go back to work for the rest."

He went back to the second floor and walked quickly towards his room.

Jia Chun was right next to him. Jia Chun felt that he had to keep walking to keep up with Si Boheng. Si Shao's legs were too long, and one step was farther than his two steps.

Si Boheng waved his hand to Jia Chun, signaling him to wait outside the door first, but Jia Chun stood at the door tactfully, without looking inside.

Si Boheng slowly opened the door, just in time to see Aunt Wen wiping Yan Rongrong's feet.

He walked over quickly.

"Come on, Aunt Wen, you've been tired all day, go and rest."

As soon as he took the towel from Aunt Wen, Tang Yunyan, who was sleeping soundly next to Yan Rongrong, suddenly sat up.

She turned her head and saw Si Boheng.

Rubbing his eyes, the person is still there.

The next moment, she jumped up and grabbed Si Boheng's ears.

"You stinky boy, you have to go to that kind of place where the birds don't shit. Don't you know that your wife is pregnant? How hard she is, and she is worried about you. Look, she is sick. "

Si Boheng dodged very skillfully, dodging Tang Yunyan, he said helplessly.

"Mom, you're tired too, go and rest, I'll take care of Fluffy."

Tang Yunyan was still angry, and her face was particularly ugly.

Si Qian also woke up, came over to hug her, and comforted her.

"Don't be angry, I'll deal with him later."

After coaxing his wife, he looked at Si Boheng again and asked.

"What happened to Si Ye? Who dares to arrest members of our Si family? What's the purpose?"