Chapter 120: Not worthy of me to do this(10)

Two consecutive days of shooting, coupled with a wrist injury, made Ji Yi feel extremely tired. She returned to the apartment, took a hot bath, applied medicine to the wound on her wrist, and nested on the sofa in the living room. .
Probably really tired, Ji Yi didn't wait for He Yuguang to return, instead he slept on the sofa.
She didn't wear a blanket, although the indoor temperature control system was turned on, but because of two rains in the cold weather during the filming in the afternoon, Ji Yi slept for a short time, and felt like she was in her throat. The fire was general, and her mouth was dry and thirsty.
Ji Yi knew that she should drink some water, but she was very tired. She couldn't open her eyes and didn't want to move.
She continued to lie down so dry, her body began to sweat, her breathing became more and more difficult, and even at the end, she started to tremble uncontrollably, and she hummed uncomfortably. Zhang Zhang breathed hard, but she sucked and sucked, and her nose suddenly soured, forcing her to burst into tears.
Just when her uncomfortable person was about to cry out in a whisper, she felt that her hand was covering her forehead, and then she fell into a warm embrace, and then she fell into the whole person The soft mattress.
Did someone appear beside her?
The dizzy Ji Yi reached out and touched randomly, but didn't touch anything. Instead, he heard footsteps moving away.
who's that? He came, why should he leave? She's so uncomfortable, why didn't he call her a doctor?
Ji Yi wanted to move, but could not move at all, her body was still cold and hot, and the uncomfortable body shook all the more.
No, she can't stay so, she might be uncomfortable... Ji Yi thought, and began to struggle, when she finally rubbed to the bed, she heard the door push, followed by a hurried pace Then, the mattress next to her sank, someone sat down, and then she was lifted up, and a warm cup was passed to her mouth.
She had been more comfortable after drinking water.
She felt that she had been flattened back on the bed and covered the quilt.
But she was still cold. She was chilling all the time. In the haze, she felt that there was one more person in the room besides the person who fed her the water and the person said, "Nothing." "It's just a fever". While holding a cold needle and poking it into the skin of her arm, I don't know if it was because of illness. The pain was enlarged many times, and the pain of her pain burst into tears. I subconsciously wanted to avoid the needle, but my hand was held by the person who had just given her water to drink. She couldn't avoid it, and she grieved and aggrieved and said: "It hurts, it hurts..."
The man who fed her the water and drink did not speak, but touched her hair with the other hand, and was very gentle, with full appeasement.