Chapter 925: Uncle Afraid of Injections!

Set the medical kit down, Nangong Xu took out the equipment and began to examine Mu Xiaojiu.

He wanted to open his thin lips to check his throat.

But Mr.

Xiaojiu was stubborn, refusing to open his mouth no matter what.

He looked helplessly at Baili Xia, “His throat is inflamed.

I want to see how badly it’s inflamed.”

“Throat inflammation?” She was unaware, could this be the reason Uncle didn’t speak?

She squat down beside the bed, looking at Mu Xiaojiu, her eyes filled with pleading, “Uncle, open your mouth, let master have a look.”

Mu Xiaojiu still looked at her, unwilling to speak.

Baili Xia coaxed him again, “Be good, open your mouth like I do, ah…”

His eyes held disdain, seemingly disgusted by her ungraceful action.

Baili Xia didn’t mind being despised at all; tonight, Uncle was particularly troublesome, and without coaxing, it wouldn’t work.

She mimicked several times and finally got this stubborn man to open his mouth.

But as Nangong Xu’s hand touched his chin to pry his mouth open, he immediately became unhappy again.

His thin lips tightly closed, forming a tight line, refusing to loosen up even a bit.

Baili Xia became anxious, taking the flashlight from Nangong Xu’s hand, and after a long coaxing, finally managed to get him to open his mouth.

She didn’t let Nangong Xu touch him, prying open his mouth by herself.

The flashlight beam shone straight into his throat, but she couldn’t see clearly, and Mu Xiaoyao didn’t know how to check.

But even a layman could easily tell that the inflammation in Mu Xiaojiu’s throat was severely unimaginable.

“How could it be like this?” Seeing all this, Baili Xia’s heart ached.

Knowing that his throat was very uncomfortable now, her hand fell on his Adam’s apple, wanting to gently brush over his throat, but she feared she might hurt him with too much force.

Looking at Nangong Xu, her face full of urgency, “He’s still running a fever.”

Nangong Xu nodded, “The fever is probably caused by the throat inflammation, which is not a big problem; just bring down the temperature.”

“Master, did you bring medicine?” She had fever-reducing drugs here, but if Nangong Xu brought better medicine, they should use his.

Nangong Xu nodded, and Baili Xia immediately poured a cup of warm water, wanting to feed Mu Xiaojiu the medicine.

But he stubbornly wouldn’t open his mouth; this time, no matter how she coaxed, it was the same.

“His throat is uncomfortable; swallowing is painful, let alone this medicine,” Nangong Xu was somewhat distressed.

“Then give him a fever-reducing injection, it’s the same and even quicker.”

Such a grown man, even if the injection has side effects, those effects wouldn’t significantly impact his body.

It’s not like he gets injections daily, it’s okay.

Baili Xia, having studied medicine with Nangong Xu for some time now, understood this principle.

Yet Nangong Xu seemed even more troubled, looking at Mu Xiaojiu then back at her.

“What’s the matter? Master, his fever is still high, let’s bring down the temperature first, where’s the injection?”

Nangong Xu pursed his lips, still troubled.

Mu Xiaoyao explained softly from the side, “Uncle never takes injections, he hates injections the most.”

“Is it fear?” Baili Xia looked back at him, snorted slightly, “Such a big man, and yet he’s afraid of injections.”

The man on the bed seemed somewhat unhappy, his brows furrowed, and the grip on her small hand tightened.

Baili Xia sighed, and when she looked back at him, her face squeezed out a fake smile.

“It’s okay, I was just saying, you just dislike injections, not because you are afraid.”