Although it was not the first time to ride He Lianqing's car, it was the first time that Han Yang discovered that he actually had a hobby of racing. The speed of the car was very fast, and he was half lying on the co-pilot's seat, thinking wildly whether this speed would throw himself under the seat.
But obviously not. Although the speed is fast, because the performance of the car is very good, he did not feel much fluctuation when lying down.
Han Yang never knew that the hospital was so close to their apartment. He didn't know if it took ten minutes for him to be carried into the hospital by He Lianqing.
The doctor asked about some conditions, and then checked it and said it was acute gastroenteritis, which is not a serious problem, but the pain is really fatal. He now prescribes medicine for Han Yang and asks the nurse to hang up a drip to relieve the pain, and then asks He Lianqing to go to the office with him to write a medical record.
"Does the patient have any drug allergies?" the doctor asked.
"No." He Lianqing replied.
"You don't have to ask?" The doctor stopped to look at him.
"No." He Lianqing didn't even change her expression.
Taking the medical record out of the doctor's office, he glanced at the medical record and snorted.
I know more than he knows.
He Lianqing did not go directly to the pharmacy, but turned back to the ward to see Han Yang.
Han Yang curled up as before, covering his stomach with one hand and dripping with the other, his face still pale.
He Lianqing walked over and took two tissues from the box on the cabinet to help him wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Feeling his movement, Han Yang opened his eyes.
"Is it better?" He Lianqing asked, brushing his sweat-soaked bangs with his fingers, hoping that he would be more comfortable.
It wasn't long after the potion was applied, and it didn't have much effect for the time being, but Han Yang nodded, "Thank you."
"Yeah." He Lianqing sat down on the stool next to him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the potion left. He was in no hurry to get the medicine, and he was not worried about leaving now.
After that, Han Yang vomited twice, his stomach was empty, and he couldn't even vomit out the acid water, but each retching was as uncomfortable as countless hands squeezing his stomach at the same time.
He Lianqing knew that he was uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do, so he poured water for him to drink, so that he would feel better even if he vomited again.
Fortunately, the potion contained pain-relieving ingredients, and slowly Han Yang's pain eased a little. Although his face was still terrifyingly pale, his expression became calmer, and his eyebrows became more relaxed.
At this time, He Lianqing let go of the heart he was holding, put the cup aside, and took out a tissue to help Han Yang wipe the sweat off his ears and neck.
Feeling the unbelievable lightness of He Lianqing's hand to wipe away the sweat, Han Yang himself did not realize that he showed He Lianqing the first smile since they met.
He said to the silent man in front of him, "I'm much better, thank you."
Seeing his smile, Helianqing paused with her sweat-wiping hands, threw the tissue into the trash can beside her feet, and helped him pull the quilt before saying, "Why are you talking so much? I'll go out and get it for you. Yao, lie down obediently and don't move, just ring the bell next to you if you have anything to do." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left the ward without waiting for Han Yang's answer.
Han Yang looked at the back of him leaving, and for some reason, he chuckled softly.
The pharmacy was not far next door, and He Lianqing returned soon. He probed the temperature on Han Yang's forehead with his hand, and found that it was not as hot as before, his slightly tense face softened a little, poured water and let Han Yang take the medicine.
Seeing Han Yang looking at him, he asked, "Do you still want to throw up?"
Han Yang shook his head.
He Lianqing nodded, reached out and pulled his quilt, and put his hand with the potion in it: "Then go to sleep."
Han Yang asked, "What about you?"
He Lianqing said impatiently, "If you are told to sleep, just sleep. I won't go anywhere if the child talks so much. I'll just wipe your sweat and feed you here."
Han Yang: "…"
Thinking of the way he threw up in the trash can just now, Han Yang blushed a little, shrank into the quilt, covered his chin, and closed his eyes with a light response.
After tossing and fussing in the middle of the night, Han Yang was really tired and sleepy. After finally getting a little more comfortable, he quickly fell asleep.
As he said, He Lianqing didn't go anywhere, just sat on the chair next to him and guarded. Han Yang still had two bottles of potion to hang, and he had to call the nurse to replace it.
"Uh-"
At this time, the phone in his pocket vibrated, showing a new message. It was almost 2:00 in the morning, and He Lianqing was thinking about who would send a message at such a late hour. When she turned on the screen, she saw the word "Han Yang" displayed on it.
[I have dinner with my classmates today, and I won’t go back for dinner, maybe I will go back later. There are still dishes in the refrigerator at noon, you can eat them after they are hot. ] The message was sent around 2:00 p.m., explaining the reason why Han Yang didn't go back to eat. I didn't expect the network delay to receive it until now.
He Lianqing slowly read the text message twice before putting away the phone, her eyes turned to Han Yang's face. Han Yang was already asleep, half of his face shrunk under the quilt, only the bridge of his nose and his smooth forehead were exposed.
He Lianqing stood up and stretched out her hand to pull Han Yang's quilt down, "I'm not afraid of suffocating."
Standing beside the bed, he reached out and touched Han Yang's face lightly. Han Yang's skin was smooth and smooth to the touch. He Lianqing's hand lingered on it for a while before he removed it, and pressed the call bell to ask the nurse to change the medicine.
midnight.
Han Yang woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the toilet because of the water. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw He Lianqing sleeping on the chair beside him. He Lianqing is tall, with one leg bent and the other straight, his hands cradling his chest and slightly lowering his head, Han Yang can only see the position below the bridge of his nose.
When He Lianqing took Han Yang to the hospital in a hurry, he just put on his clothes at will, the hem of his shirt was exposed, his hair was not neatly groomed as usual, and he even wore indoor slippers at home, as usual The image is different.
In the cool night, seeing him standing beside his bed like this, Han Yang felt mixed emotions.
The needle in his hand has been pulled out, and there is still a little discomfort in his stomach, but it can be tolerated. Han Yang remembered that he still had two bottles of potion to play before going to bed. At the slow speed of dropping the potion, He Lianqing would have to stand by for at least two hours, or even longer.
The time between the two of them was very short. In Han Yang's heart, He Lianqing's temper was really not that good, and his mouth was terribly vicious, but last night he made him feel more at ease than anyone else, even when he spoke. Still vicious, but with obvious concern.
Looking at He Lianqing who was asleep, he suddenly felt a little dazed, and didn't understand why he was so kind to himself.
After a while, Han Yang lifted the sheets and wanted to get out of the bed and toilet, but found that he was not wearing shoes and was in a dilemma when He Lianqing, who was opposite, suddenly woke up, and the two looked at each other.
Noticing Han Yang's actions, He Lianqing stood up and walked in front of her, frowning, "Where are you going? Are you restless when you're still ill?"
Looking up and seeing the man's slightly displeased expression, Han Yang said, "...I want to go to the toilet."
"Are you uncomfortable? I'll go and call the doctor." He Lianqing thought he wanted to vomit again, so she turned around and wanted to call the doctor, even forgetting that the bell rang on the bedside, Han Yang hurriedly grabbed him: "Wait a minute."
Helianqing looked back at him.
Han Yang said embarrassedly, "You don't need to call a doctor, I just... want to go to the toilet."
Probably because Han Yang vomited too deeply at home last night, He Lianqing confirmed again: "Is there nothing uncomfortable? Just going to the toilet?"
Han Yang couldn't imagine that a man who was usually cold and arrogant would ask him such a thing with such a serious expression, and nodded embarrassedly, "Can you lend me your shoes?"
He went out too quickly and didn't help Han Yang put on his shoes. He Lianqing's eyes stopped for a while on Han Yang's bare feet, and when Han Yang shrank his feet awkwardly, he snorted softly, next to Han Yang. Yang sat down and gave Han Yang his slippers.
"Thank you." Han Yang wanted to go to the toilet after putting on his shoes.
"Do I want to hug you?" He Lianqing asked.
"..." Thinking of the scene when He Lianqing carried him downstairs, Han Yang's ears turned red, and he hurried to the toilet after saying a word.
He Lianqing was in a good mood, she fell on the bed and stretched.