Chapter 126 Mu Gu Is a Beggar

Song Wuyou's fever was caused by an infection in the wound on his arm.

Dislocated, wounded, infected.

This result made Gu Yanhao very puzzled.

Are all cast plaster, how can infection?

Could it be that Song Wuyou got the plaster wet when he took a shower last night?

After the doctor left, Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou, "You are not allowed to take a bath tonight."

"I didn't plan to take a bath tonight." It's all burned like this, what kind of bath is there?

After a while, the nurse took oral medicine and infusion.

Gu Yanhao personally fed Song Wuyou the medicine, and the nurse helped her get the infusion and cleaned her wound.

Seeing that her elbow was red and swollen, and the wound was bleeding, Gu Yanhao's eyes sank.

It hurts so much, isn't it?

A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes quickly.

Damn woman!

After the nurse cleaned the wound, the cast was reapplied.

After the nurse went out, Song Wuyou lay on the bed for an infusion.

She stared blankly at the liquid in the medicine bottle, dripping drop by drop from the transparent tube.

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Yanhao asked in a deep voice.

"Nothing." Song Wuyou answered lightly.

"Want something to eat?"

"The mouth is bitter and light, and I don't want to eat anything."

"No." Gu Yanhao's expression was serious: "If you lose your appetite, you have to eat. If you don't eat, your body will be difficult to recover."

"Then you still ask me? You can just buy me something to eat." Song Wuyou didn't want to speak at all.

"Millet porridge?" Gu Yanhao asked.

"Yeah." Anyway, the mouth is bitter and light, and there is no taste in eating anything.

"I'll go out and buy it now." Gu Yanhao got up and grabbed the coat on the sofa.

"..."

"Lie down obediently, and don't move." Before leaving, Gu Yanhao instructed worriedly.

"..." Song Wuyou couldn't help rolling her eyes, she was infusion, can she move around?

Gu Yanhao walked for about three minutes when Mu Gu came.

He came in with a brown food container.

Not seeing Gu Yanhao, he asked in surprise, "Where's Ahao?"

"Go out and buy me porridge." Song Wuyou looked at him and frowned slightly.

Mu Gu stood in front of the bed, raised the food box in his hand, and asked with a sunny smile, "Worry-free, guess what delicious food I gave you?"

Song Wuyou felt uncomfortable because of the high fever, and his expression was light, "Beggar chicken."

Mu Gu was startled: "How did you know?"

Song Wuyou smiled lightly, "I smell it."

Mu Gu was surprised: "Do you smell it?"

He put the food box close to his nose and sniffed, "I packaged it so well, there is only a faint smell overflowing, so you can smell it, your nose is really good."

Mu Gu took out the food box, his peach eyes flickered, "Hurry up and try, the beggar chicken I made is delicious."

As soon as the lid of the food box was opened, a familiar smell hit the nostrils.

Song Wuyou was stunned, turned his head, and fixed his eyes on the beggar chicken in the food box.

The color and taste are all familiar.

Asking her to do it in her previous life makes no difference.

"I opened it all up, it's more convenient for you to eat in small pieces." Mu Gu held the food box in front of Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou's eyes were misty, looking at the chicken in the box complicatedly.

"You can also be a beggar?" Song Wuyou's throat was a little choked up.

"Why can't you do such a simple thing?" Seeing that she was taking a drip, Mu Gu simply picked up a piece and put it to her mouth.

The chicken so close at hand made Song Wuyou, who had no appetite, swallowed.

She knows that it is not suitable to eat chicken if you have a high fever.

But, this taste, she misses it very much.

She couldn't help it, opened her mouth, and ate the chicken that Mu Gu fed her.

"How is it?" Mu Gu's peach blossom eyes flashed with an expectant smile.