Lin Yiran has prepared antipyretics for internal and external use. If the fever still cannot be reduced, he may have to contact Mu Yi and take Li Hanxuan to the hospital.
Lin Yiran squatted by the window, her voice was as low as a mosquito, trying to wake Li Hanxuan up to take medicine: "Get up and take the antipyretic medicine first..."
Even after saying it several times, Li Hanxuan had no reaction.
Lin Yiran frowned slightly, worried that the fever had not subsided for a long time, causing Li Hanxuan to fall into coma.
Just when she was about to go out and get her cell phone to contact Mu Yi, Li Hanxuan on the bed spoke vaguely.
He was not chatting with Lin Yiran, but was talking about something. It seemed like he was dreaming, or he was talking nonsense caused by a high fever...
Lin Yiran walked a few steps closer and squatted beside the bed, listening carefully to Li Hanxuan's words.
Li Hanxuan opened his mouth, closed his eyes and said vaguely: "Porridge...Lin Yiran drinks porridge..."
Porridge?
Lin Yiran curled her lips. Young Master Li was still urging her to make porridge in her dream.
Next, Li Hanxuan said a few words vaguely, but Lin Yiran didn't hear them very clearly.
She thought it was just some unpleasant words.
After a long time, Li Hanxuan didn't speak again.
Just when Lin Yiran was about to leave, Li Hanxuan, who had been silent, spoke again: "You have a fever... don't miss your mother... I fed you the porridge...
..”
His tone was anxious, and his enunciation was still not very clear.
But this time, surprisingly, Lin Yiran heard every word he said clearly.
He said that he fed her the porridge when she had a fever...
He told her not to think about her mother anymore.
These short sentences were connected together, and Lin Yiran felt that her heart was beating so hard that she could not feel relief even after walking out of Li Hanxuan's room.
The sudden feeling of helplessness made her unable to breathe. She could only walk to the yard and breathe in the air outside.
Lin Yiran, who was only wearing a loose sweater, could no longer feel the chill brought to her by winter.
During the three years of her marriage to Li Hanxuan, Lin Yiran's body was very fragile and she often had fevers and colds.
In the past, she would choose to take medicine to reduce fever, but later she simply gave up.
She still remembered that before she had a fever that day, she and Li Hanxuan had an argument. Later, after she had a fever, she dreamed of her mother in her dream. Her mother fed her porridge. She had not eaten for a day, so she happily asked her mother to serve her another bowl.
No, that's not possible...
Lin Yiran shook her head in disbelief and returned to the kitchen to prepare porridge.
There is absolutely no way these two things can be linked together.
There was still a misunderstanding between them at that time. Li Hanxuan hated the Lin family so much that he would have ignored her when she had a fever. How could he cook porridge and feed her with his own hands?
Lin Yiran smiled coldly, she was too sentimental.
He is Li Hanxuan.
How could you do such a thing to her?
Li Hanxuan's sleep talking completely disturbed Lin Yiran's mood. She really didn't want to have anything to do with the Li family anymore.
Without the Lin Group and those properties, she could still live comfortably with Lin Xikai.
She had been kind so many times, but she just wanted to be selfish this time.
For the sake of Lin Xikai, who has not yet grown up, and for himself.
The inability to calm down still made Lin Yiran no longer calm.
She pretended to be calm while chopping carrots, but accidentally made a big cut on her index finger.

Chapter completed!