< br >Chapter 303 < br >Jiang Chen nodded, "good!" < br >"I see!" < br >before leaving, Dr. he told him how to take the medicine prescribed and how to pull out the needle. Jiang Chen kept them in mind. < br >the room was quiet again. Jiang Chen went back to lie on his side and sat by the bed to cover Qingning with a quilt. She slept soundly, her long eyelashes drooped, and a light shadow like a moon gauze fell. She looked very quiet. < br >even, the stillness is a little flustered. < br >Chiang Sam was waiting for the bottle to finish, so he sat on the sofa and closed his eyes and took a nap. < br >Qingning dripped off the fever and broke out in a sweat, and she was tightly covered by Jiang Sam, which was probably really uncomfortable, so she twisted a few times unbearably and directly raised her hand to lift the quilt on her body. < br >she was naked and unconscious, with her eyes closed and her mouth raving like pain. < br >Chiang Chen took a deep breath, got up and walked over, fearing that she might twist the needle on her left arm and hurriedly pressed her shoulder. The girl's snow-white and delicate skin was sweating. If nephrite soaked the early dew, it shone brightly in the dim light. < br >in all conscience, he really has no special thoughts about Wei Qingning, but he is also a man after all! < br >(adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({ }); < br >he calmed down and thought of what Dr. he had told him to put the quilt back on Qingning. He got up and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel. < br >when he came back, Qingning lifted the quilt again. < br >Jiang Chen, < br >he covered Wei Qingning with the quilt again and took a towel to wipe her sweat under the quilt, but his hand could touch anywhere. < br >Jiang Chen hesitated to call Su Xi and ask her to come down and take care of Wei Qingning. < br >suddenly, Wei Qingning turned over, hugged his arm tightly, shouted "Mom" with his eyes closed, and then leaned over, his hot skin leaning against his arm. < br >"Mom, I'm cold. I want to go home!" < br >"Dad, I don't want any presents. Go home and come back." < br >"Mom, I have no home, no more," < br >she kept raving, tears rolled down in strings, along her pale cheeks, all the way to Jiang Chen's arm, hot his heart trembled. < br >he knew that he was not a good man. He had never felt pity when he saw so many women cry. < br >for the only time, a woman didn't cry for him, but his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. < br >< br/ >< br >

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