Her little hands were tightly grasping Ji Changmu's clothes, her brows were furrowed, she couldn't say a word and kept coughing.

Ji Changmu's embrace was very warm. Her body was hot on the outside and cold on the inside. She was obviously sweating but wanted to find a warm support.

His coat was unbuttoned, so Qiao Muyuan simply put his little head in and leaned against it. In this way, he no longer had to touch the cold wind and sun outside, and his nose was filled with Ji Changmu's cool breath.

"Qiao Muyuan! Come out." Ji Changmu was so infuriated by her that she felt hot all over. Did she still think of herself as a child?

"Cough, cough, cough..." Qiao Muyuan said nothing, feeling dizzy from the fever and just kept coughing.

Ji Changmu walked to the Mercedes-Benz outside the coffee shop, threw Qiao Muyuan in the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt for her.

The delicate and skinny little girl looked like a delicate flower wilted by autumn frost, her head hanging pitifully, neither speaking nor moving, only her long eyelashes blinking slightly, and she would close her eyes when tired.

Ji Changmu touched her hand and frowned: "If you have a fever like this, why don't you call your classmate Qin and ask him to take you to the hospital?"

Qiao Muyuan felt that his head was heavy. He raised a hand to support his head and moved around uncomfortably.

Ji Changmu originally wanted to say a few words, but seeing that she was as pitiful as a sick cat, he put on his seat belt and took her to the hospital.

The warm winter sun shines slantingly through the window, the clean glass reflects the colorful halo, and New York City is bustling with cars and cars.

Qiao Muyuan had been coughing. When she coughed, Ji Changmu's temples jumped.

When he reached a red light, he would stop and turn his head to look at her. The little girl had long eyelashes hanging down, her mouth was depressed, her cheeks were abnormally red, and she looked sickly.

His slender fingers gently rested on the steering wheel, and his voice was cold: "If you said anything on the phone today, I thought you were confused, so you'd better take it back."

The little girl moved uncomfortably, as if she heard something but then didn't.

The green light is on.

Pressing the accelerator, Ji Changmu's car turned a corner and stopped in front of the hospital.

He carried her to the emergency room.

Qiao Muyuan was almost at his mercy, unable to stir up trouble.

She was coughing so much that she couldn't breathe. She still had the strength to speak. She held Ji Changmu tightly with both hands.

"The fever is quite serious, I suggest you get an injection." The doctor wearing a mask said to Ji Changmu.

"Fight." He showed no mercy.

Qiao Muyuan obviously disliked injections and squirmed in his arms.

Ji Changmu coldly whispered in her ear: "I did it myself."

He held her and sat on the sofa in the emergency room, his face expressionless.

The doctor quickly prepared the reagent and came over with the syringe.

Ji Changmu opened Qiao Muyuan's coat. For some reason, his breathing became heavy and messy, and his heartbeat accelerated.

The little girl's white and tender little arms were hidden under the sweater. His big hands opened the sleeves of her sweater and pushed it up.

Qiao Muyuan probably knew what the doctor was going to do, and he started to cry before the injection was given. He moved uneasily in Ji Changmu's arms, but refused to give the injection.

"No..." She refused, but her voice was like a mosquito, and her little face was almost buried in Ji Changmu's arms.

"Sir, please help hold her arm down. It won't hurt soon." The doctor was also helpless.

Ji Changmu frowned when he saw that the needle tube was quite thick, and asked hesitantly: "Doesn't it really hurt?"
Chapter completed!