Sweet Wife in My Arms

Perhaps even the ghosts were not willing to come out on such a cold day.

Lei Qingyi stopped his car when he arrived at the hospital. He carried Lu Yi on his shoulder and a few nurses already wheeled the hospital bed over when he walked to the entrance.

Lei Qingyi quickly set Lu Yi down on the bed and let them wheel him into the emergency room. Fortunately, he wasn't naked or only wore underwear. Otherwise, he might ruin his reputation because of this.

He Yibin already waited in the emergency room. He hurriedly walked over when they came in. He asked the nurse to measure his blood pressure, have his blood tested and take his temperature.

And then, the thermometer showed his temperature.

"Oh dear," He Yibin almost startled, "39.5 degree Celsius, such a high temperature. If you sent him a bit later, he would become an idiot even if he does not die in a high fever."

Lei Qingyi was scared and cold sweat kept rolling from his brows.

Oh dear!

He was terribly frightened, how could he run a high temperature? If he didn't receive the call; if he didn't go and see Lu Yi, perhaps Lu Yi would die in fever. The next day was Saturday, he didn't need to work. Since he always liked to stay at home and also seldom kept in contact with others, perhaps Prosecutor Lu would have already died before they realized something was off.

No, perhaps his body was already stinking.

Lei Qingyi was thinking to inform his parents but he didn't tell them in the end. Lu Yi would tell them when he wakes up, as it was already past midnight and the weather was very bad. It was dangerous to rush over here in the snow. Anyway, He Yibin was here and thus, he wouldn't die.

They took his temperature over and over again for more than one hour. His temperature had finally come down around five o'clock. His face wasn't that red and he could breathe more easily.

Lei Qingyi wiped the sweat on his forehead away, it was so cold in the snowy day, and yet he broke out in a cold sweat.

"He won't die, will he?" He asked He Yibin.

"Don't worry, he is fortunate and he won't die." He Yibin patted Lei Qingyi's shoulder. The three of them grew up together since childhood and they were closely attached to each other. Lu Yi had given them a start this time.

Lu Yi had always been strong, but he was seriously ill this time.

Lei Qingyi sat down on the hospital bed beside. He was exhausted as he had been busy all night, but he couldn't fall asleep now.

"So when will he wake up?" Lei Qingyi asked again. He decided to stay here until he woke up. He was afraid that Lu Yi was sent to the crematorium when he came back.

He Yibin lifted his wrist and took a look at the time, "Soon, but I'm not so sure. He has always been in good health and also stronger than others. Maybe within two hours."

"Two hours?" Lei Qingyi counted the time, "It's half past four now, so he will wake up about eight o'clock."

He leaned against the wall and he could finally take a short nap. For a long time, he couldn't fall asleep and thus, he could only count the dripping drop by drop.

The more he counted, the more he became energetic.

Lu Yi opened his eyes and he felt like his head was splitting. He hadn't felt this uncomfortable in a long time.