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At night, Jiang Ying vaguely dreamed that she was stuffed in a steamer, especially her face, which was pressed against a hot iron plate, heating up, and someone humming and whispering like a mantra, getting hotter and hotter, she was almost ripe.
She scratched at the iron plate, and after a short while, she leaned over again and roasted her endlessly.
Jiang Ying struggled a few times and woke up.
The buzzing murmur was intermittent, and Meng Jingshu's hot palm was pressed against her face, maybe she felt that she was cool, and after a while, he turned the back of his hand from the palm, rubbing it as if enjoying the coolness.
He was hot all over, with an abnormal blush on his face, his hands were pressed against her, but his eyes were closed tightly, and he was a little confused.
Jiang Ying was startled, and called him: "Meng Jingshu, wake up, Meng Jingshu?"
He didn't wake up, his chapped lips fluttered slightly, not knowing what nonsense he was talking about. Jiang Ying got up, as if freed from the steamer, ran in the coolness, rushed out to find the thermometer, wrung another wet towel, and rushed back to put it on his forehead. She pulled his arm away and took his temperature.
Jiang Ying left the bed and turned around, his body temperature dropped, and he began to feel chilly, so he returned to the bed and hugged him to keep warm.
The high fever prevented him from waking up, and he couldn't sleep well, trapped in dreams that seemed real and fake. During the few minutes of waiting for the temperature to be taken, she heard him muttering in a daze again, she leaned over and listened carefully¡ª¡ª
"Good girl"
What are you talking about?
"I just want to smoke, can you control me"
Um? ?
"A good girl who studies stupidly"
Say who? ! !
"So many words"
ah! ! ! !
So that's what he thought in his heart when he listened to her rambling with a blank face? ? ? Fortunately, she thought he had listened a little bit, felt guilty and couldn't control herself, so she had nothing to say.
It turned out that people were complaining about her in their hearts? !
Ah so mad! ! !
Jiang Ying started to choke his neck, especially wanting to take a picture of him according to the cat's emoji on the Internet. Her hands were small, and they were only half-circled around his neck without exerting any force. He felt a little uncomfortable, and the panting became heavier.
""
Jiang Ying pinched him on the face, hum, let him go for now.
She took out the thermometer and took a look, damn it, it was 39.2 degrees!
Jiang Ying didn't keep warm, so she bounced up to put on her clothes, and jumped on the bed while she was wearing them. The spring mattress was deformed up and down by her, and the man who was lying flat was affected and vibrated.
? Extremely atrocious wake up call.
"Meng Jingshu, get up!"
After a few seconds, Meng Jingshu moved his arm and shaded his eyes, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.
"umwhy."
Just listening to the tearing sound, Jiang Ying could imagine how uncomfortable his throat was.
After she put on her clothes, she immediately went to hold Meng Jingshu's arms and pulled him up. He was as hot as a giant hot water bottle.
Jiang Ying: "Go get an injection! Otherwise, you'll burn out!"
Jiang Yingfeng hurriedly pulled him up and forced him to change clothes. Within a few minutes, the two of them got into the car and went to the hospital.
Along the way, Jiang Ying kept asking him: "Meng Jingshu, are you awake now?"
Or, "You know who I am and what are we going to do?"
Or raise your hand in front of his eyes and ask, "How much is this?"
Meng Jingshu was very speechless, and said lightly: "I just have a fever, not a mental retardation."
Don't blame Jiang Ying, she had a fever once when she was a child, and almost had sequelae of the fever. That time, she was reluctant to go to the hospital because she was afraid of getting an injection. Later, she had a high fever and convulsions, talking nonsense, and couldn't wake up when she screamed. Her parents were terrified and ran to the hospital overnight with her on their backs. She even still vaguely remembers that night, her parents took turns carrying her on her back, jolting along the road, the light of the lamp and the darkness of the night were swaying in her eyes, but she was not afraid at all.
Since then, Jiang's mother has always talked about it. The doctor said that it was luck, and if the fever lasted a little longer, I don't know what the consequences will be. My mother also said that the nephew of a relative of one of my colleagues failed to go to the hospital in time because of a high fever, which burned his brain and resulted in mental retardation. Jiang Ying heard too much and felt scared.
She now feels that if Meng Jingshu's brain is burnt out, it is her fault, and she should have arrested him for an injection when she saw him looking so listless when she first arrived at his house.
Thinking of this in his heart, Jiang Ying couldn't help but complained to him again: "A few days ago when I had a sore throat, I reminded you to take medicine, did you not take it? Or did you wear short sleeves and go out in the wind and rain again?"
She is old-fashionedSighing deeply, "Yes, you are always like thisLook at what you ate for lunch today, and you still have to drink ice waterI really haven't made any progress"
Meng Jingshu felt a headache when she heard it, and wanted to stop her: "Jiang Ying, my throat hurts."
Jiang Ying said: "So don't answer, just listen. Your ears should still be very healthy, aren't they?"
Meng Jingshu: ""
The uncle driver in front sneered. Driving at night is the most boring and sleepy. When he meets a talkative passenger, he also wants to joke with him: "Young man, you can secretly have fun! Your girlfriend cares about you so much."
Before Meng Jingshu could speak, Jiang Ying quickly said, "Master, you misunderstood. This is not my boyfriend. It's my younger brother."
Meng Jingshu: ""
The driver was surprised, and said awkwardly: "That's ityou siblings don't look alikebut they're both pretty good-looking, haha."
Jiang Ying: "Isn't it? He picked it up."
Meng Jingshu and the driver: ""
Originally there were free beds in the emergency room to lie down on, but tonight a few drunk and fighting people came, and the smell in the ward was bad, so Meng Jingshu didn't want to stay with them. Jiang Ying followed him to the corner of the infusion room and sat quietly.
The drip is about one drop per second. When you stare at it and find another fat bottle lined up next to this bottle, you will feel that it is infinitely slow.
Meng Jingshu stared at the adjustment gear and stretched out his hand.
Jiang Ying intercepted him halfway and warned, "What are you doing?"
Meng Jingshu: "Too slow."
Jiang Ying grabbed his hand: "Spare your veins."
Meng Jingshu's face showed impatience, but he didn't move anymore, but his throat was dry and smoked, and he coughed a few times.
Jiang Ying was reminded and whispered "ah".
Meng Jingshu looked at her.
Jiang Ying smiled, and took out a thermos bottle from her bag. It was found in the cabinet of his house when she was looking for medicine. No one cared about it for a long time, and the bottle was covered with dust. Just now, when he was fully dressed, she washed it casually, filled some warm water and brought it out. Just because he was afraid that the young master would buy ice water when he was thirsty outside.
Meng Jingshu was speechless, watching her rummage in the bag again, quickly took out a straw, tore off the plastic film and inserted it into the mouth of the bottle for him. After finishing this series of things, the vacuum flask was delivered to him.
It was quiet in the infusion room, and her voice was soft: "I added some sugar, so it's not so boring to drink."
Suddenly.
Has time flown backwards, or has it stood still?
It seems that since a long time ago, the few times he got sick, except sleeping at home, she was always by his side. Rubbling and telling him not to drink ice water all the time, he was lazy, so she brought hot water and put it on his table, along with medicine with written instructions. It was the same when I was in college. When chatting, I could guess that he was sick by looking at his boring vocabulary and impatient tone, so I sent him medicine across the entire campus. He doesn't pay attention to others when he's sad, but he can't help but hear her whispering to himself, and when he raises his eyes, it's her walking figure.
He never said thank you, and she never felt lost. Just silently, without asking for anything in return, doing what she wanted. And one day, suddenly, without a word, it will disappear.
Then, for a moment, he wished, time would turn back.
This moment did not stay in his past life for too long. When he has only himself in his eyes, he is best at not focusing on anything else.
However, recent memories always overlap with reality. What he can call a "flash" moment is no longer as barren as it used to be.
Just like now.
Because of a bottle of water and a word, he seemed to be driving a car out of the rain curtain, crossing the dividing line between sunny and rainy, suddenly brightened in an instant. The irritability disappeared, and the surroundings became unreal. He only felt as if he had rushed to a high place, floating, and everything was so quiet and soft that it was unbelievable. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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