Zhong Family.
In the living room.
When Dong Xuebin went out to look for medicine, he was still worried. He looked back at the bed in the bedroom several times before walking over to the plastic bag he had brought. After rummaging through it, he found a box of Bamir, broke off a tablet, found some hot water, then went to the kitchen for a cup and stirred it evenly with chopsticks.
An orange scent drifted out.
This fever medicine actually smelled pretty nice.
Turning back, Dong Xuebin pushed open the bedroom door and went in. To his slight surprise, Zhong Lizhen was lying there without moving. He did not know whether she had truly taken his words to heart, was too uncomfortable to move, or had been left speechless by his threat to get a rope.
"Drink your medicine."
"...Mm."
"Careful, it's hot."
"...Mm."
Dong Xuebin sat down on the edge of the bed and handed her the cup.
Leaning against the headboard, Zhong Lizhen took it and quickly gulped down all the fever medicine inside.
Dong Xuebin smiled faintly, took back the empty cup, and said, "Stay under the covers and rest for a while. I'll see what's in the house and make you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"You still have to eat. I'm going. Don't get out of bed."
After closing the door for her, Dong Xuebin went to the kitchen and began searching through the refrigerator.
It was really bare. Other than a few eggs, there was basically nothing in the house. Professor Zhong clearly did not cook often. With the way she worked day and night, she probably went hungry one meal and stuffed herself the next. Shaking his head, Dong Xuebin found the bag of rice. Since Professor Zhong had a fever