"Youngest, can you drink water by yourself?"

Zhao Luzheng nodded.

Xiao Xiao took a pillow and placed it on the head of the bed, held him back and leaned against it, and then handed the water cup to Zhao Luzheng.

But my hand has not left, stabilizing the bottom of the cup.

...

Zhao Luzheng drank the water in the cup a little greedily.

The overly impatient movement made the water splash.

...

"Drink slowly."

Zhang Bo took a tissue and wiped the quilt stained with water.

...

Zhao Luzheng's frown slightly loosened his brows.

The warm water moistened his dry throat as if it was burning. Even though the pain was still there, it was not so sticky and uncomfortable.

...

"Do you still want it?"

Seeing Zhao Luzheng finishing a glass of water in a few big mouthfuls, Xiao Xiao took the water cup and asked.

Zhao Luzheng nodded.

Xiao Xiao handed the water cup to Zhuge Yun, "Second, pour another glass of water."

“Warm.”

"oh."

Zhuge Yun rarely obediently poured water.

...

Xiao Xiao explored Zhao Luzheng's forehead, and the scorching temperature almost made Xiao Xiao feel like he was about to be scalded.

"So hot?"

"Yes, youngest, have you never felt it before?"

"I caught a cold all of a sudden."

Zhang Bo is a little puzzled by the youngest's retardation.

......

"I thought I would get better after a night's sleep."

"I didn't expect..."

Zhao Luzheng's voice was hoarse and dry, and he was also very surprised. He had known that he had taken medicine yesterday when he found out that he was unwell.

Now he has a sore throat, a congestion, a headache, a weak body, and is extremely uncomfortable.

The momentary lack of attention was in return for the end of a severe cold. Zhao Luzheng regretted it so much that his intestines were blushed.

...

"Tsk tsk, deserve it."

Zhang Bo smacked his lips, "You guys have a good rest today."

Seeing Zhuge Yun bringing the water cup, he handed Xiao Xiao the cold medicine he had just found, "cold medicine."

...

Xiao Xiao helped Zhao Luzheng take medicine and drink water, and then helped him lie down.

Zhang Bo brought another quilt over, "Youngest, just sleep with the quilt and sweat all over."

"We'll buy you porridge at noon."

"Younger, don't kick the quilt."

Zhuge Yun smiled a little jokingly.

Zhao Luzheng rolled his eyes weakly.

"Okay, let's go and let the youngest have a good rest."

Xiao Xiao was waiting for Zhang Bo, Zhuge Yun walked out of the dormitory, turned around and closed the door, "Crack~"

...

After class, Xiao Xiao and his friends went to the porridge shop near the school to pack two bowls of white porridge and a bowl of mushroom and vegetable porridge. After all, they were big boys over 1.8 meters tall. Even if they had a bad appetite due to a cold, they felt that a bowl of porridge was too small.

Besides, the porridge is digested quickly and is not too hungry.

...

The mushroom and green vegetable porridge were added by Zhuge Yun. According to what he said: the white porridge is too light and there is no smell in his mouth.

It’s so pitiful that you can’t eat anything good even when you’re sick.

Zhang Bo and Xiao Xiao were twitching in response to this.

...

"Young Master, wouldn't it be better if you just pack some big fish and meat for him to go back?"

Zhang Bo couldn't resist his desire to complain.

...

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Yun looked at Zhang Bo with shock: "Sick people should not eat greasy food. Boss, don't you know this?"

"Every three-year-old kids know it."

Zhang Bo:...

His fists are really itchy. What should I do if I want to beat someone up?

...

Xiao Xiao pursed his lips tightly and tried not to make the corners of his mouth curl up.

But the smile in his eyes flowed out uncontrollably.

He coughed and said, "Okay, let's go back quickly, the youngest should be hungry."

...

Because the balcony curtains were not opened, the dormitory was dim.

Xiao Xiao and his friends walked into the dormitory lightly, and the sound of closing the door seemed particularly loud in the quiet room.

...

Xiao Xiao, Zhang Bo, and Zhuge Yun exchanged their eyes for a while, and decided to call Zhao Luzheng first and let him eat before going to bed.

Moreover, if the temperature does not decrease, you should continue to take the medicine.

...

"Youngest."

"Wake up."

Zhang Bo gently pushed Zhao Luzheng's shoulder.

...

Zhao Luzheng heard someone calling him in a daze, trying to open his eyes, but his eyelids were stuck together like glue.

It took him a lot of effort to open his eyes.

The faint light gradually dispelled the fog in his eyes.

Zhao Luzheng's drowsy brain became a little clearer.

“…Boss?”

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

"Don't talk, drink some water first."

Zhang Bo held Zhao Luzheng and stood up, with one hand on the head of the bed, letting Zhao Luzheng lean on it.

...

"Youngest, why did you seem to be better after resting for a whole morning?"

"The face is still so ugly."

Zhuge Yun asked worriedly as he looked at Zhao Luzheng's pale lips without a trace of blood and the abnormal flushing that was covered on his cheeks, "Do you think it's better?"
To be continued...