Zhuang Fan wiped the sweat in his heart. He could feel the symptoms of heatstroke, but he didn't care. Rongcheng is very hot. Every summer when I go to class and sketch from life, I can't help but make some troubles. It's not a big problem.
Hearing their voices, Xue Maochen came out of the room and joked, "Xiao Zhuang, did you go out to play today?"
Zhuang Fan nodded his head, his face was red and white, and Sister Hu handed him a large glass of white water. After drinking it all in one breath, he still felt dry. He stood up again and said, "I feel better, I'm fine."
Gu Zhuoyan sounded weak, and didn't quite believe it. Xue Maochen also said, "It's hard enough, but dehydration is troublesome."
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "I'm going for an infusion. I used to have an infusion for heatstroke."
Xue Maochen asked, "Can you do it yourself?"
"Yes." Zhuang Fanxin smiled when she walked to the door, "I asked my dad to accompany me."
People gradually walked away, Gu Zhuoyan held the remote control to find programs to watch, none of them were interesting. Xue Maochen teased the dog with Erlang's legs crossed, laughing that the puppy is like a child, very naughty.
"Humble words, grandpa bought this dog for you." Xue Maochen said, "Take it with you when you go back, don't leave it to me, I don't have time to walk it every day."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled and said, "Well, I know."
He remembered walking the dog in the morning. Before meeting Zhuang Fanxin, he saw Zhuang Xianyang driving to work, and then the German Shepherd pulled a pile of it in Zhuang Fanxin's parking space. Just now, Zhuang Fan said in his heart to let Zhuang Xianyang accompany him. What time does Zhuang Xianyang get off work and go home
Gu Zhuoyan went out to take a look, there was no car parked outside Zhuang's house, and it was estimated that Zhuang Xianyang never came back. Then, Zhuang Fan felt dizzy and went for an infusion himself? Can it work
Logically speaking, teenage boys should be able to cope with infusions when they are sick.
Gu Zhuoyan went back to the living room to watch TV and switched to a news program. The program said that a patient in Hangzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital accidentally touched the infusion boom during infusion, and was injured by the falling boom, causing a dispute with the hospital. .
Xue Maochen said, "Alas, this is unfortunate."
People are afraid of Lenovo, and Gu Zhuoyan replaced the patient search with Zhuang Fanxin. If those eyes were smashed all at once... He returned to his senses and asked, "Grandpa, which hospital does Zhuang Fanxin go to? Nearby?"
Xue Maochen said, "Turn left 20 meters from the small intersection in the community clinic. It's not worth going to the hospital for minor problems." It's a bit worrying about him. He lives alone. Nearly, "Humble words, if you don't go and have a look, you will be a walker."
Gu Zhuoyan got up and went. After strolling to the clinic, he didn't go in immediately. He first bought an ice cream at the convenience store next to him.
He walked into the clinic eating ice cream, looked into the infusion room, and Zhuang Fanxin was alone on the sofa in the corner. Shrinking his shoulders, he was wearing a towel provided by the clinic, his head was lowered, and the curls on his forehead were made less fluffy by sweat.
Gu Zhuoyan walked over and said, "Where's your dad?"
Hearing the sound, Zhuang Fan raised his head and was a little surprised by the appearance of the other party. He said, "My dad hasn't gotten off work yet, are you out to buy ice cream?"
Gu Zhuoyan sat down beside him and noticed the goose bumps on Zhuang Fanxin's arm, which looked very cold. He held the towel and was lifted by the corner, covered it tightly, and said, "You have a fever."
Zhuang Fan thought: "It seems to be, with a thermometer in between."
After five minutes in silence, the thermometer should have checked, but the hand that plugged the thermometer was infusion. Zhuang Fanxin touched Gu Zhuoyan with his elbow for help, then his sleeve was cold, and Gu Zhuoyan reached out and took the thermometer from under his armpit.
The body is a body with a fever and high temperature, and the hand is the hand that has touched the ice cream. The thermometer showed thirty-eight degrees seven, which was higher than today's temperature. The nurse added another injection to the medicine to reduce the fever.
After that, just wait for the fever to subside. Zhuang Fan's heart burned into a daze, and he lowered his head so that half of his face was covered by the towel, and even his breathing was covered. Gu Zhuoyan looked at that appearance and remembered Gu Baoyan's condition when he was ill. He was languid and liked to let his father Gu Shibo hug him.
He had no intention of being a father to others, so he changed his mode: "If you are bored, you can rely on me."
Zhuang Fan's heart was "um", but he didn't move. Although he was thin, he had strong endurance. The two stopped talking, and the clinic was so quiet that one could even hear the dripping of medicine.
Not long after another patient infusion came, the other party turned on the TV. The movie channel was playing "Once Upon a Time", Zhuang Fanxin looked up and watched it together. He likes watching movies. He still enjoys watching such old movies that have been broadcast and watched many times.
But about five minutes later, Gu Zhuoyan yawned.
Zhuang Fanxin's eyes were half-open, the blush on his eyelids slowly subsided, and his face became better. After a while, he muttered, "I've watched it so many times, but I still don't know what Guizu Qi's real name is."
There was no movement next to him, and he guessed that Gu Zhuoyan didn't know either, but suddenly his shoulders sank, Gu Zhuoyan leaned his head on his shoulders, and was already asleep.
Zhuang Fanxin sat honestly, and after a while, his shoulders were sore and numb, and he held back for fear of waking the other party up. Another sick person looked at him and said indifferently, "Who are you serving who?"
He smiled: "Please turn down the volume a little."
Gu Zhuoyan slept peacefully on Zhuang Fanxin's shoulder. He has always been rude to take care of people. One time, Gu Baoyan's braids and hairpins were entangled, and he directly helped him with a pair of scissors. Taking care of the sick at the moment, it is inevitable that the performance is not ideal.
When the loss was almost over, Zhuang Fanxin called the nurse to pull out the needle, Gu Zhuoyan finally opened his eyes, woke up, looked away shamelessly, and pretended that nothing had happened.
Zhuang Fanxin's high fever subsided temporarily, but he walked very slowly. They walked slowly home from the clinic. Before entering the door, Zhuang Fanxin said "thank you".
Gu Zhuoyan handed over the medicine prescribed by the doctor without saying anything. In his opinion, he and Zhuang Fanxin have formed a good neighbor relationship of mutual help, and it is unclear whether they owe favor or not.
After Zhuang Fanxin got home, he went to bed and lay down. He opened the two gifts and looked at it. The bathrobe was fine, but he felt a little burdened when he looked at the pair of sneakers after he was happy. Not long after we knew each other, it seemed unreasonable to receive thousands of dollars in gifts.
He thought about it, should he send Gu Zhuoyan a copy of similar value? Does this involve saving pocket money, or earning some money for accepting manuscripts? He was still a little drowsy, and decided to plan in detail after he was healed.
In the evening, when Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu came back, they were taken care of by their parents, and Zhuang Fan was much more energetic than in the afternoon. However, tomorrow Zhao Jianqiu's studio has a project to wrap up, which is very important. Zhuang Xianyang also has a full day of classes tomorrow, and he can't be rescheduled temporarily.
Zhuang Fanxin was lying in the bed, and the alarm clock on his mobile phone showed that there would be a mathematics training course in the morning.
The face that was originally comparable to the mixed race turned haggard after a night of fever. When Zhuang Fanxin woke up the next day, his curly hair was tangled, his lips were dry and cracked, and he was as old as twenty years old.
He got up to take a shower, changed into clean and fresh clothes, successfully returned to the seventeenth year, and most importantly, he couldn't wait to try those shoes.
Dressed properly, neither too small nor too small, laced up your shoes, and walked the runway back and forth in front of the mirror. Zhuang Fan admired himself for a while, went downstairs to eat and drink medicine, and then went out with his schoolbag on his back.
At the door, I met Gu Zhuoyan walking the dog again, and Zhuang Fanxin said hello: "Good morning."
Gu Zhuoyan dragged the dog to a stop, looked at Zhuang Fanxin, it seemed that the burn was gone, but the big eyes were still a little red and swollen. "Is it better?" he asked. "Why did Ansheng stay here?"
Zhuang Fan replied, "There is a math class."
Persevering despite the illness, Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's quite hard work."
Zhuang Fan smiled embarrassedly. He really wasn't tired of studying, but there were other reasons for insisting on going to class today. He couldn't help but want to go out for a walk in his new shoes.
"Then I'm leaving." He waved goodbye.
After walking a few steps, Zhuang Fan remembered that in today's math class he was going to teach papers, which was the set he asked Gu Zhuoyan to write on his behalf. Because it is an excellent course, the teacher will mark each set of test papers, and judge everyone's grades according to the scores.
Zhuang Fanxin turned his head and asked, "Is the math paper you helped me with last time difficult?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's okay." In fact, he had long forgotten.
Zhuang Fan was at a loss: "Can it reach 100 percent?"
Gu Zhuoyan was stunned: "Maybe."
Half an hour later, Zhuang Fanxin took a taxi to the cram school, picked up a cup of hot water and found a seat away from the air conditioner. When the class bell rang, the teacher arrived late with a stack of answering questions, first swept it all over, and then glanced at Zhuang Fanxin with a smile.
Zhuang Fan was startled, looking at what he was doing, could it be that the paper did not do well
"This set of questions is relatively difficult, and several people have left the last two questions empty." The teacher said on the podium, "Listen carefully when I teach today."
Since it is more difficult, it is understandable that it is not done well.
Zhuang Fan's heart relaxed a little, and the answer sheet happened to be sent, and he hurriedly caught it. Putting it on the table and looking at it, I saw that all the red ones were tick marks, and suspiciously turned to the front to see the score, what the hell!
Impressively marked "150", a full score.
Zhuang Fan was stunned, looked up at the teacher's mirror with a wise look, and immediately understood the meaning of that smile. He took a sip of hot water and was shocked. He remembered his best performance in a school exam, with a score of 146, but he basically hovered around 111 in the exam paper of the Peiyou class.
The class bell rang, and the teacher asked everyone to prepare the papers and give a lecture.
Zhuang Fanxin listened carefully to the class, and gradually felt the difficulty of this set of papers. The more he did, the more he remembered the gunman who made the papers for him. He really underestimated Gu Zhuoyan, looked at him casually, and got a full score when he made a move.
Gradually talking about the next big question, the teacher said: "The 20th question is not small, and the correct rate is very low."
Zhuang Fan read the question dry in his heart. After reading it over and over, he didn't understand much, and he didn't notice that the teacher said again: "Only one student can solve this question, and it is also the only full score in the class."
Zhuang Fanxin began to read it for the second time, and raised his head as he read, the only full score was not referring to him, right
At this time, the teacher met his gaze and said with a smile, "Zhuang Fanxin, come up and do this problem."
The author has something to say: Gu Zhuoyan's news source is 1818 Golden Eye.