Jiang Ruan put down her waist, knelt beside Bao Ye, and used all her strength to prop up his head, resting it on her leg.
Then she held up the medicine, a cup of water up against his pale lips, his face flushed with an abnormal redness.
"Bao Ye, open your mouth." She coaxed, "Take the medicine and then sleep well, okay?"
But the man had no reaction at all.
No matter how Jiang Ruan spoke.
He lay there with his eyes closed like a corpse.
This position was not comfortable at all; Bao Ye, in the midst of a high fever, had a splitting headache, his whole body like a furnace, and he was still having nightmares.
His brows were tightly furrowed, clearly showing signs of discomfort and pain.
Jiang Ruan, exhausted and covered in sweat, still couldn't get the medicine into his mouth.
She bit her lip, deciding to use that method after all.
Laying the man in her arms flat, Jiang Ruan then took the medicine herself, drinking a big gulp.
