As a patient, Jiang Tian really has no consciousness.
Sheng Wang found the infirmary, went to the kitchen and poured a new pot of water and plugged it in - in case the medicine was bought but only cold water could be drunk. When the results came out, Jiang Tian had already woken up.
His schoolbag lay down on the bed, the zipper was wide open, and inside was stuffed with the speeches that had been occupied by Shengwang all night. Holding his schoolbag and belt in one hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to ease his dizziness.
He probably heard Sheng Wang's footsteps and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me five minutes."
"What five minutes?" Sheng Wang was stunned, "Why are you getting up?"
Jiang Tian said, "Let's go to class."
Sheng Wang: "???"
"Let's get you a class, lie down." Sheng Wang strode over and wanted to take his schoolbag away, but Jiang Tian gave in.
He opened his eyes and said, "It's not that exaggerated."
"You are in my hands, I have the final say." Sheng Wang returned Jiang Tian's words as they were. He grabbed the other strap of his schoolbag and stared at him, "Are you going to lie down? Your coat is on."
Jiang Tian looked at Sheng Wang speechlessly, his eyes peeking out from his messy forehead. Perhaps because of his pale face, his eyes were darker than usual, and he was a little sick.
After a while, he finally felt that this confrontation was foolish, and withdrew his eyes and let go.
Sheng Wang immediately stuffed his schoolbag into the upper bunk.
"You lie down for a while, the hot water is burning, it's estimated to take a few minutes—" Sheng Wang put on his coat, took out a sports bag from the cabinet, and carried it diagonally behind his back.
Before he finished explaining, he was interrupted by Jiang Tian: "Are you going to class?"
"Ah?" Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment: "No, I also asked for leave."
"Where are you going then?"
Sheng Wang shook the campus instruction map in his hand: "Go to the infirmary to get you medicine."
Jiang Tian retracted his gaze from him, tilted his head and coughed a few times and said, "No medicine, just drink some hot water."
"I'm burning tap water, not Shiquan Daquan." Sheng Wang turned up his collar to cover the lower half of his face, "If you want to do this, I'll try to get the infection right now, and then let's drink hot water and see who comes first. Victory over the disease by willpower.”
Jiang Tian: "…"
Seeing that he finally lay back on the bed honestly, Sheng Wang went out the door with satisfaction. The school infirmary is next to the student dormitory, a little far from the teachers' apartment in front of the mountain. He ran all the way.
There are not so many complicated procedures in the infirmary, and it does not matter to take medicine on behalf of others. There were two teachers on duty, and one of them asked him, "What's the situation, why do you have a fever?"
"It must have been a cold shower."
"Take a cold shower on this day?"
Sheng Wang lowered his eyes and nodded after a few seconds of silence. "Um."
Instead, he said to the teacher on duty at the desk: "Hey, don't tell me, this is the third person to come to get medicine today. Didn't the water in the teacher's apartment stop last night? There were people who took a cold shower, but those two No fever, just sore throat."
"Oh, what I said. I thought it was some student who couldn't stand to cheat on sick leave." The teacher smiled apologetically at Shengwang and said, "I'll get you medicine, wait a moment."
Probably because the students were afraid of eating indiscriminately, the school hospital did not give much medicine, but an extra thermometer was stuffed. Sheng Wang had collected the medicine, and the teacher was about to say, "If you're afraid of getting too good, you can hang a bottle of water." When he saw that he had already gone down three steps with a bag on his back, and then ran around the corner in three or two steps.
Sheng Wang hurried back to the dormitory, and as soon as the door opened, someone who was not lying down was caught. Jiang Tian was standing beside the washstand. He had probably just finished washing, and he was still carrying a towel in his hand, and there was a clear smell of mint on his body.
"What else do you have to quibble about?" Sheng Wang ran a little hot. He put the medicine and porridge on the table, rolled up his sleeves and turned around to arrest people.
Jiang Tian had nothing to say and came out from there without saying a word. Standing at the table, he took out two boxes of porridge from the bag, and pushed one of them to Sheng Wang.
"The teacher said that this medicine is two pills at a time." Sheng Wang took off the medicine box and suddenly looked at his brother suspiciously: "Do you use cold water or hot water to wash your face?"
Jiang Tian divided his chopsticks and said lightly, "It's hot."
Sheng Wang reached out and touched it, it was cold.
Jiang Tian: "…"
Sheng Wang: "Do you think I'm mentally retarded?"
Jiang Tian didn't lift his eyes, and put the spoon in his hand: "Eat your meal."
Eat a fart, it will really change the subject. Sheng Wang thought to himself. But as long as he heard Jiang Tian's low, hoarse and tired voice, he couldn't hold back at all.
Young Master Shan is very particular about being sick himself, but this is the first time taking care of others. The sick person is Jiang Tian, and he can't wait to use all the fever-relieving methods that can be used.
He stared at Jiang Tian, drank the porridge and took the medicine, and lied back on the bed for the second time before he sat beside the bed to change his shoes.
He was grabbed by the wrist as soon as he stood up.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Tian asked.
"Go downstairs to buy something." Sheng Wang said.
Jiang Tian's hot fingers loosened a little and slipped down his wrist. He opened it and was said, "I'll go down with you."
"What are you doing down here?" Sheng Wang quickly covered the quilt with his eyes and hands. "I'll just buy some cotton swabs or cotton pads. I just saw alcohol on the shelf next to the washbasin. Applying it can quickly reduce the fever."
Jiang Tian frowned: "It's not that troublesome, taking medicine is enough."
"Aunt Sun used to paint me on my forehead and arms." Sheng Wang said.
"I do not need."
"Are you cooling off extremely fast?"
"right."
"… "
After that, Sheng Wang wanted to do something several times, but he was rejected by Jiang Tian with one vote. This person is usually cold and hard, and when he is ill, it will only get worse.
At first Sheng Wang thought he was stubborn and refused to admit that he was ill, or even if he was ill, he had to appear in good health, and he would recover after drinking water.
Later, he waited for a new pot of water to boil by relying on the glass table, and by the way, he searched for any restaurants around him that were suitable for patients to eat, and unknowingly stayed in the kitchen for a long time. During this period, Jiang Tian got out of bed twice, once holding a cup and saying that he wanted to pour water, and once saying that he had to wash his hands when he encountered dust on the side of the bed rail.
Sheng Wang wondered for a long time and had no idea how the ash got on. So he returned to the bed with freshly boiled water and continued to stare at people. This time he sat for a long time, and Jiang Tian never asked for water again, and never got out of bed again.
It wasn't until someone couldn't bear the effect of the medicine and finally fell asleep that Sheng Wang suddenly realized at a certain moment that his brother might not want to save face, but was a little clingy when he was sick.
In fact, it's not that he realized it later, but no one would associate the word "sticky" with Jiang Tian. But once connected, there is a wonderful effect.
Sheng Wang left the stool and propped up the edge of the bed to probe quietly. Jiang Tian fell asleep facing the wall, his lips pursed into a straight line, as if he had returned to his usual look of keeping strangers away.
Sheng Wang thought silently in his heart: if there is a chance to take care of Jiang Tian when he is ill, besides old man Ding, is it Jiang Ou? I don't know if Jiang Tian will do this to them.
Intuition tells him not to, but he thinks his intuition is not humble enough.
Be humble, he could be in the top three.
The eldest young master was instantly happy, and his long legs made the chair sway. But he couldn't be happy for long, because someone was not honest when he fell asleep.
A person with a fever is suddenly cold and suddenly hot, and it is easy to feel stuffy in the process of fever reduction. When Sheng Wang fell asleep, he would wrap himself up tightly, and Jiang Tian was his opposite.
When the man fell asleep, the quilt retreated from his chin to his chest. Sometimes when it was so hot that he frowned, he would turn the top half of the quilt down and put it under his arms.
In one hour, he flipped 6 times, and Sheng Wang covered him 6 times, and almost woke him up during that time.
In the end, Sheng Wang stood by the bed with a headache and whispered, "You forced me."
He came out with another blanket from the closet, put another layer of seal on someone's quilt, tucked it tightly... and climbed up by himself.
He grabbed the pillow on the top bunk as a lumbar cushion, sat on the bed with his back against the wall, stretched his legs and pressed them on Jiang Tian's calf through the quilt, pretending to be a weight.
Since then, Jiang Tian has slept very honestly, not even turning over.
His position is particularly good, and the sun is just shrouded here, making people lazy. He felt drowsy from the lecture notes, so he touched the photo album from the head of the upper bunk and flipped through it.
There were only a dozen photos back and forth, but he was able to flip through it for a long time until Jiang Tian woke up and moved to sit next to him.
"Are you still feeling bad?" Sheng Wang put his hand on his forehead and handed him the electronic thermometer beside him, "It doesn't seem like it was hot in the morning."
Jiang Tian sat side by side with him, the heat of his skin passed through the fabric. He put the thermometer against his ear and said, "Much better."
The thermometer beeped, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the indication, and handed the indication to Sheng Wang. Less than 38 degrees is much better than in the morning.
"Are you hungry?" Sheng Wang asked.
Jiang Tian shook his head.
Sheng Wang said, "Then I'll go and pour you some water."
Just as he was about to get up, he was held down by Jiang Tian. "I don't want to drink," he said.
In view of the previous cognition about "sticky people", Sheng Wang automatically translated this as "sit with me for a while", so he was honest and didn't get out of bed anymore.
Jiang Tian looked down at the album he opened and asked, "Why do you keep looking at this page."
Sheng Wang pointed to the last photo with his back and said, "It feels like one is missing."
Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which one is missing?"
Sheng Wang picked up the phone next to him and held it up, capturing the moment when Jiang Tian looked at the phone.
In the photo, the two boys were sitting side by side, and the bright and warm sunshine of early winter fell on them, gently covering up their sickness. Sheng Wang rolled his eyes and smiled, with high spirits. Jiang Tian just raised his eyes, his thin eyelids were almost transparent in the sunlight. Quiet but alive.
"Okay." Sheng Wang sullenly recalled the photo, and Chong Jiang Tian shook his head and said, "It's all set now."
"It just so happens that there is a space below where you can put a photo. Find a store to print it out at night." He wanted to cross his legs and change his posture, but as soon as he bent one leg, his expression became indescribable.
"I rely on, hiss-"
Jiang Tian glanced at him: "Why?"
"My legs are numb."
Jiang Tian saw his expression of crying and laughing, and asked, "Which leg is numb?"
"Two." Sheng Wang pressed his head against the curved one, "I'm totally anesthetized."
Jiang Tian shook his head speechlessly, stretched out his hand to squeeze the muscles of his other leg: "How long have you been sitting?"
"More than two hours." Sheng Wang said angrily.
"Don't know how to change your posture?"
"forget."
…
Sheng Wang rested his head on his knee, and Ren Jiangtian pinched the straight leg. After a while, he suddenly bent his knees, reached out to hold Jiang Tian's wrist and said, "Stop pinching."
Jiang Tian paused, then tilted his head and asked, "Okay?"
"no."
Sheng Wang didn't say a word after answering, and only raised his head for a few seconds. He let go of his hand, and the body temperature belonging to Jiang Tian stayed on his leg for a moment, then took it back.
For a long time after that, no one spoke in the house.
Sheng Wang bent his legs and put his elbows on his knees. He lowered his eyes in the beating heartbeat, waiting for the ambiguity and restlessness around him to slowly subside.
At a certain moment, he vaguely realized that the state of him and Jiang Tian was actually a bit strange. Although they knew each other well, they still seemed to be a little ambiguous, so that he always felt that the level of intimacy was floating in the air, and he had never been able to. fall to the ground.
He was silent for a while with his head sullen, and suddenly poked Jiang Tian's finger and said, "Brother, what are we doing now?"