Chapter 768: Isn't it malaria?

To the point where the fever is high, even a normal person will become a fool, even if the fever is gone! Perhaps that cloud bed is the key to dealing with his fever!
Helpless, Ning Xuemo hugged him to the cloud bed again.
In the process of holding him, it felt like holding a large stove, and the place where it touched the skin was very hot.
After being placed on the cloud bed, she kept on refreshing and cooling him physically ...
After half an hour, his temperature finally dropped a lot. Although it is still hot, but fortunately, it is the temperature of high fever in normal people.
There was no thermometer in this era, but Ning Xuemo was still very sensitive to temperature. His fever should have reached 50 degrees just now! Not human temperature! Now that the fever has subsided, it is about 39 degrees.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a pain in her back.
It's not easy to take care of patients!
Xuemo felt that taking care of him for two hours was more tiring than standing on the operating table for two hours of operation, mainly because of heart strain ...
He kept doing physical cooling for another hour. After another hour, his body temperature finally dropped to the temperature of a normal person, and the whole person was quite quiet. Lying on a cloud bed like a sleeping beauty.
Ning Xuemo sat on the futon next to her and didn't want to get up again.
She was tired and hungry, and couldn't find any food. Seeing that he stabilized, she simply meditated, one to restore physical strength and the other to hungry ...
It's just that she hasn't been settled in for a long time, and then heard the sound of fighting in the teeth, she turned back and almost collapsed!
Emperor Zun's old face was pale and white, his body was shaking slightly, and a frost on his forehead ...
Ning Xuemo reached out his hand, and it was as cold as dead!
"Cold ... cold ..." he murmured.
Isn't it the malaria that is suddenly cold? !!
Ning Xuemo had to take him down again. He was still shaking while lying on the futon, his face was getting paler and paler. If it wasn't for his breathing, and occasionally whispered, depending on his temperature, Ning Xuemo almost thought that he was actually dead It's up!
He has been saying cold, although this castle is beautiful and dreamy like a fairy tale, he cannot find a quilt. Not even a piece of cloth.
Ning Xuemo turned around a few times, and couldn't find anything to warm him up. Seeing he was almost huddled with cold.
She couldn't bear it. She pulled her arm open and plunged into his arms.
It felt like digging into a moraine and letting her snore one after another.
Maybe she sensed her temperature, he immediately hugged her with his arms, and even crossed her legs, and seemed to want to use every minute and every inch of her body to absorb her heat.
Ning Xuemo is cold! She is so cold!
It was so cold that her teeth also fought, and Emperor Zun seemed to feel her trembling, her body stiffened slightly, her arms loosened, and she pushed her, forcing a word: "Go ..."
Ning Xuemo: "..."
She was pushed out of the embrace of Emperor Zun, and naturally it was not so cold. Xuemo lay beside him for a moment, and saw that his thin lips were tightly clasped, and his lips seemed to be covered with frost. His fingers were clenched tightly. , Fingertips held green and white, apparently struggling to restrain this bone cold ...
Has he recovered a bit?
Pushed her aside when she recovered?
Suddenly, Ning Xuemo was also angry. Without saying a word, he re-toughly tore open his arm, got into his arms, held his waist with his arms, and wrapped his legs in his legs. I'll be honest! "