After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

Thinking of that aspect, he suddenly didn't dare to look anymore, fearing that his momentary curiosity would make the young lady unhappy and cause him to lose his job.

I just didn't expect that the young lady would have so much fun shortly after returning from the hospital. It seems that the boy on the bed is obviously no match for her.

Isn't this a case of both sides willing to fight and be beaten?

If there was a rich woman willing to support him, he thought he would be willing, especially a rich man as beautiful as the lady.

"He got caught in the rain and had a fever. He took antipyretics but it didn't go away."

After listening to Su Ping's words, the doctor nodded, walked to the other side of the bed, leaned down slightly, and said to the "weak" boy on the bed: "Let me take your temperature first."

Upon hearing this, Song Qi nodded and took his hand out from under the quilt.

There were four or five scratches all over that arm.

It's easy to guess where these scratches came from.

The doctor subconsciously glanced at the boy on the bed and found that the corners of his eyes were a little red, obviously he had been bullied.

Suddenly, I felt even more sorry for him.

I don’t know what the two of them just played to make the person like this.

He was even a little curious about why he was getting wet in the rain, or was it some kind of interest between the two of them?

Su Ping always felt that the doctor's gaze was vaguely on him. When he was wondering, he saw the hand that Song Qi showed him.

There were traces of her unwillingness to give in, but showing it in front of outsiders was no different from asking her to poop in public.

In order to prevent more traces from being exposed, Su Ping quickly snatched the mercury thermometer from the doctor's hand.

"He has a sensitive body and doesn't let strangers touch it. I can just measure it for him."

Even Su Ping herself didn't notice that this sentence was a little subtle. After she helped Song Qi clamp the thermometer, she realized that the way they both looked at her was a little subtle.

Thinking of what she had just said, Su Ping's face turned red.

The doctor quickly lowered his head and turned around, placing the medicine box he was carrying on the table over there, pretending to be very busy.

"Pfft..."

Hearing Song Qi's laughter, Su Ping felt even more embarrassed and quickly went over to cover his mouth.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been misunderstood and said such suggestive words.

He even had the nerve to laugh out loud in front of me!

After she covered his mouth, Song Qi lay motionless and obediently on the bed.

Only the fingers of the hand placed outside moved slightly, outlining the lines of her waist bit by bit.

When Su Ping saw the clothes placed aside, she immediately realized that Song Qi did it on purpose.

He deliberately didn't wear the clothes that the doctor had found for him, so that the doctor would see them and misunderstand their relationship.

Because he knew that even if he wanted to explain, he couldn't convince the doctor that there was nothing between them.

After thinking about everything, she felt more and more horrified.

"You've been pretending since you showed up in the bathroom?"

When Su Ping thought about how he had played her around, she became so angry that she started shaking all over.

She actually thought that he did that because he had a fever and was unconscious, but she didn't expect that he was just pretending!

Although his plan was exposed, Song Qi did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he had an innocent expression on his face.

"Senior, didn't you lie to me first?"

Su Ping was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that he was talking about the last time she lied to him about being pregnant.

He knew everything? When did he know it?

Song Qi stared at her without blinking and said something incomprehensible.

"Senior sister, it was you who provoked me this time."

Su Ping was startled and quickly released her hand that was covering his mouth: "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know why you came to see me. Since you admit it, you can go back after the fever subsides later."

When Song Qi heard her drive him away, a hint of hurt flashed in his eyes.

Even the doctor, who had his back to them, felt a little bit sorry after hearing this.

But this is the reality. When you need them, you just wave them away. When you don’t need them, you just spend some money to get rid of them.

No one spoke for a while, until the doctor calculated the time and turned to walk towards the bed.

"Miss, it's time to take your temperature. You can take it out now."

Su Ping took out the thermometer and felt that Song Qi wanted to say something, so she gave him a warning look.

Seeing this, Song Qi obediently retracted his exposed arms back into the quilt and covered himself tightly.

The doctor saw the two people's little tricks. Adhering to the professional ethics of not looking at or listening to anything indecent, he pretended not to see it and walked over. He picked up the thermometer and took a look at the temperature.

38.9c.

Ordinary antipyretics cannot lower the body temperature so quickly.

He took a few steps closer, lifted the quilt a little bit and squeezed Song Qi's hand.

Song Qi suddenly looked at Su Ping innocently, as if to say that he didn't mean to reveal it.

After checking the skin elasticity, the doctor turned around to prepare medicine.

His body was already a little dehydrated and now he had a fever, so the main thing now was to find a way to quickly replenish water.

Su Ping stayed with him until after ten o'clock in the evening. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the stool on the other side.

After the infusion was finally finished, the doctor helped Song Qi remove the needle and glanced at Su Ping who was sleeping soundly over there.

Just as he was about to give a few words of advice, Song Qi grabbed his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go back first."

The expression on the face of the young man in front of him was completely different from before. Now he had clearly exposed his claws, not allowing others to approach his prey.

Thinking of their relationship, the doctor didn't ask too many questions. He nodded and told him to drink more water, then left with his medicine box.

Song Qi pressed the back of his hand for a few minutes until the bleeding from the needle hole stopped.

Looking at the open door over there, the thunder and lightning outside made him feel inexplicably irritated.

I threw off the quilt and got out of bed. After closing the door, I looked at the quiet room.

On the other side of the table, Su Ping was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

Song Qi approached that direction little by little, subconsciously slowing down his steps, fearing that he would disturb the sleeping girl.

Finally, he stopped beside her.

He looked at the face covered in his shadow, and his eyes gradually became gentler.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch her face little by little.

His fingers followed the lines of her face, moving down little by little, and finally landing on her lips.

After a night of kissing and biting, the bead of his lip was already a little red and swollen, looking like a pastry that someone had tasted, making his breathing become a little faster.

As if she felt his fingers rubbing against her lips, Su Ping frowned slightly in her sleep and hummed inaudibly.