You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 809: Ye Xiaobei, it’s nice to have a wife!

Listening to Ye Xingbei asking about Situ Jinse's condition, the doctor said helplessly: "This flu is very serious. Miss Jinse still has a low-grade fever, but it has been brought under control, but she still needs time to recover."

"I see," Ye Xingbei nodded, then looked at Gu Junzhu, his eyes instantly became worried: "Is he really all right? You can see that he is burning and confused."

"It's fine," said the doctor, "Can I hang up a few bottles of fluids? It's quicker."

Ye Xingbei asked worriedly, "Is there no side effect?"

The doctor replied: "No long-term use, no side effects."

Ye Xingbei nodded: "Okay, let's use it."

The doctor pierced Gu Junzhu with fluid.

Ye Xingbei told the doctor about Gu Junzhu's back pain last night.

The doctor checked Gu Junzhu for a while, but couldn't find anything out.

Ye Xingbei had no choice but to let the doctor leave first.

Ye Xingbei asked Gu Chi to watch Gu Junzhu, she went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of porridge for Gu Junzhu.

Man is iron and rice is steel.

Just let him eat something.

Boil the porridge, call Gu Junzhu up, cool the porridge one by one, and feed it in.

Before finishing the bowl of porridge, Gu Junzhu waved his hand and lay back on the bed, groggy and fell asleep again.

Ye Xingbei had never seen him like this before, and he was so distressed that he handed the porridge bowl to Gu Chi, holding his hand without the infusion, and guarding by the side.

Liquids are delivered until noon.

The fever subsided in the afternoon.

Gu Junzhu finally woke up in the evening.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ye Xingbei was holding his hand, staring at him intently, bloodshot in the original black and white eyes, he couldn't help reaching out and touched her face: " You've been watching over me?"

"Yeah, I'm not looking at you, I'm afraid you'll be burning stupid." Ye Xingbei had just taken his temperature, the terrifying thirty-nine degrees nine finally dropped below thirty-eight degrees. A heart finally let go of more than half.

Gu Junzhu couldn't help but smiled, bowed his head and kissed her hand, "Ye Xiaobei...it's nice to have a wife."

Hearing that he would scratch again, Ye Xingbei couldn't help but let out a smile, "That's such a pity, I can't have a wife in my life, I can only look forward to the next life."

"It's good to have a husband," Gu Junzhu squeezed her hand, "so you will marry me as a wife in your next life."

Ye Xingbei laughed, "So the long-term contract between us has been renewed? From this life to the next?"

"Well, that's a good idea," Gu Junzhu thought about it. "When I get better, I can consider writing it in the contract."

"Okay, it's just right, and I'm poor again." Ye Xingbei poured him a glass of water, helped him sit up, and put the glass to his lips: "Drink more water, it will help reduce fever, You burned to nearly 40 degrees, and I was so scared that I thought you would be burned to death."

Gu Junzhu took a few sips of water with her hand, but couldn't drink it anymore, and pushed the water glass away, "I think it must be the temperature of love."

Ye Xingbei: "...Love is only forty degrees, you don't think the temperature is too low."

"Forty degrees is still low?" Gu Junzhu lay back on the bed and held her hand: "Aren't you afraid that you will really burn me to death?"

Hearing Gu Junzhu and her asking and answering, Ye Xingbei felt elated.

She felt that her own dull and depressing heart also came back to life with Gu Junzhu.

She clenched Gu Junzhu's hand. She didn't continue to be poor with him, and asked him, "Are you hungry? If you want something to eat, I'll make it for you."