Chapter 122 How about we go to the hospital?

Jiang Lan was at a loss for a moment.

He was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly, and asked in shock: "What?"

Wen Zhiyan did not say it a second time. He leaned down and kissed Jiang Lan's collarbone. After a moment, he slowly began to spread out the roses towards him. The aroma transfers to the nape of the neck.

The glands of omegas are sensitive and fragile. Although alphas cannot be marked like omegas, their glands are still their weak point.

Jiang Lan had kissed Wen Zhiyan on the back of his neck countless times during various intimate interactions with Wen Zhiyan in the past.

But it was the first time for Jiang Lan to be kissed on the back of the neck by Wen Zhiyan.

His whole body felt like an electric shock, and he felt numb and itchy, and his whole body became stiff.

Jiang Lan stretched out his hand, covered Wen Zhiyan's mouth, and gave him a hard slap: "Yanyan, wait a minute."

Wen Zhiyan lowered his eyes with dark eyes, looking at Jiang Lan, who was probably a little nervous because he was nervous. Bai Bai's lips asked him: "Are you afraid of me? Brother Lan."

Of course Jiang Lan was not afraid of Wen Zhiyan. He raised his hand and touched Wen Zhiyan's forehead, feeling that he seemed to be a little warm, and then used his own She pressed her cheek against his: "What are you afraid of? I'm just not used to it."

Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan was really getting hot, and frowned: "I'm more worried about your physical condition now."

Wen Zhiyan Yan was rejected by Jiang Lan, and it seemed that his thoughts on what he wanted to do were instantly ruined.

He lay obediently on Jiang Lan, hugged his head, buried his face in Jiang Lan's neck, and remained silent.

Jiang Lan was itched all over by the warm breath sprayed from Wen Zhiyan's breath, but he did not dare to move. He only put his arms around Wen Zhiyan's waist and let him lie down.

For a long time, Wen Zhiyan made no move.

Jiang Lan called him softly: "Yanyan?"

Wen Zhiyan remained silent.

Jiang Lan carefully changed his position and freed himself from Wen Zhiyan's arms, only to find that Wen Zhiyan had fallen asleep.

Jiang Lan reluctantly got out of bed, picked up Wen Zhiyan and let him lie down on the pillow.

But Wen Zhiyan not only had a fever, but his hair was also wet. Jiang Lan was afraid that Wen Zhiyan would get a headache if he slept like this. Although he couldn't bear to call him, he still gently shook Wen Zhiyan and called him:

"Wake up, Yan Yan, you seem to have a fever. Dry your hair before going to bed."

Wen Zhiyan heard Jiang Lan's voice and said sleepily:

"Brother Lan, I don't want to move."

Jiang Lan felt that something was wrong and said worriedly. "How about we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Wen Zhiyan seemed to be asleep and remained silent.

Jiang Lan first took the hair dryer from the cabinet, picked up Wen Zhiyan, let him lean on her, and helped him dry his hair. Then he changed his pillow to Wen Zhiyan's side and let him rest on it. Continue to sleep on a dry pillow.

The two of them moved not long ago. Jiang Lan has always been healthy and strong. In the more than a year since he enrolled in school, he has never had a single cold, let alone a fever.

There is no thermometer at home, nor are there any ready-made medicines for colds and fevers.

Jiang Lan changed her clothes, took her keys, and went to the drugstore downstairs.

After buying a thermometer and cold and fever medicine, Jiang Lan hesitated for a moment and bought Omega's barrier patch and pheromone inhibitor.

Jiang Lan returned home with her things, stood at the door, and looked at Wen Zhiyan, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom, tightly wrapped in quilt, and then looked at the plastic bag in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he hid the box of omega gland blocking patches and pheromone inhibitors in the drawer in the entrance hall, and then walked to the bedside with only antipyretics and a thermometer.

He bought these things not because he wanted Wen Zhiyan to transform into an omega, but just in case.

But he was afraid that Wen Zhiyan would have random thoughts and get angry if he saw Jiang Lan buying such things before they broke up.

Jiang Lan stuffed the thermometer under Wen Zhiyan's arm, looked at the time, and then stared at Wen Zhiyan intently.

Wen Zhiyan seemed to be sleeping soundly and showed no reaction.

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan's pale sleeping face and didn't know what he was thinking.

Five minutes later, he took out the thermometer and it was 38.7°C.

Jiang Lan frowned and shook Wen Zhiyan: "Yanyan, get up. You have a fever. Let's go to the hospital."

Wen Zhiyan was awakened by Jiang Lan's tossing and turning, and said impatiently: "I won't go. Brother Lan, let me have a good sleep and I will be fine tomorrow."

Looking at his stubborn and disobedient behavior, Jiang Lan poured the water first and put the medicine to Wen Zhiyan's mouth:

"Then you go first. Get up and take the medicine."

Wen Zhiyan half-squinted his eyes, feeling irritated.

But looking at Jiang Lan's worried expression, he still suppressed his desire to lose his temper. Under Jiang Lan's drag, he sat up halfway, drank the medicine, and then lay back down.

He turned over, turned his back to Jiang Lan, buried his head in the quilt and closed his eyes again.

Apparently he didn't want to be disturbed anymore.

Jiang Lan looked at the furry top of Wen Zhiyan's head. Although he still wanted to drag Wen Zhiyan to the hospital, he wisely shut up, turned on the computer, sat by the bed and started drawing.

An hour later, Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan who was motionless, fearing that he would be covered to death, so he quietly pulled the quilt down, exposing Wen Zhiyan's nose and mouth.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyan had no reaction, he reached out and touched Wen Zhiyan's forehead.

After taking the antipyretic medicine for an hour, Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan's body temperature was rising instead of falling.

Then he suddenly remembered that they hadn't had dinner tonight. With the mentality that Wen Zhiyan just had a common cold and maybe eating something would make him feel better, Jiang Lan went out again and bought something from the porridge shop downstairs. Two portions of vegetable and lean meat porridge.

It was getting late at this time, Jiang Lan stood at the door of the porridge shop, shivered by the howling cold wind, and wrapped himself tightly in cotton clothes.

He paid the money and carried the packed porridge. As he walked into the dark alley where the rental house was located, a drop of coolness fell on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Lan was stunned, raised his head, and saw scattered ice crystal fragments.

It's snowing.

Jiang Lan quickened his pace, trotted back to the Tongzi Tower, went upstairs, and when he opened the door, he saw Wen Zhiyan sitting at the foot of the bed, staring in the direction of the door.

Jiang Lan put the porridge on the cabinet in the entrance hall, and while changing his shoes, he said,

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Wen Zhiyan did not answer.

Jiang Lan said to herself again: "It's snowing outside. I don't know if it will be heavy."

Wen Zhiyan then spoke in a cold voice: "Where have you been?"

Jiang Lan noticed that Wen Zhiyan With displeasure in his voice, he pointed to the packing box on the cabinet:

"You haven't eaten yet tonight. I was afraid you wouldn't have an appetite for anything else, so I bought you porridge."

Wen Zhiyan asked again: "Then why didn't you Answer the phone?"

Jiang Lan raised her eyebrows, took out her phone and saw three missed calls from Wen Zhiyan.

In fact, Wen Zhiyan doesn't usually act like this.

He would never question Jiang Lan like this because he didn't answer the phone in just ten minutes after he disappeared, as if he couldn't control his emotions.

This is the first time.

Jiang Lan has a deeper awareness of the abnormal behavior before differentiation that Lang Yu said.

He did not argue with Wen Zhiyan, nor did he show any sign of feeling that Wen Zhiyan was being unreasonable.

He just silently took off his clothes, rubbed his hands, walked to Wen Zhiyan, knelt on one knee on the ground, looked up at Wen Zhiyan, and said patiently:

"Because it's snowing, honey, I walked in a hurry. I was afraid that the porridge would be cold and I didn't feel the shock."

He leaned over and put his cheek on Wen Zhiyan's knees and asked him, "Can you forgive me?"