The maximum scale of a mercury thermometer is forty-two degrees.
At the end of the mercury, there should be forty-three degrees.
Chu Zhi looked down at the thermometer in his hand, the mercury column just stopped right above forty-two, and if he went further up, the thermometer might be about to blow up.
Chu Zhi was stunned for a while, didn't speak, frowned slightly, raised her head, and glanced at him again.
At this time, the man in front of him looked different. The usual sloppy and lazy feeling was gone. He really looked very weak, with wet eyes, slightly drooping lips, and looked down with his head down. Looking at her, the whole person seemed quiet and harmless.
Chu Zhi pursed her lips, handed him the thermometer in her hand, and rolled her eyes slightly.
Lu Jiaheng slowly raised his hand and took it.
Chu Zhi took a step back.
With a bang, the door was smashed in front of him.
Before Lu Jiaheng could react, he was immersed in the torment of the disease, and even started to feel that he was really starting to get hot all over, and his consciousness became blurred.
In the next second, Chu Zhi's voice came from behind the door in a dull voice: "Why are you looking for me when you have a fever? You can call the fireman."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lu Jiaheng was stunned and did not speak for a while.
Chuzhi waited for a while with her back against the security door. It was quiet outside with no sound at all. She thought about it and turned around again, looking out from the cat's eye.
He was still standing there, with his head down, a vague outline, the same as the previous posture, motionless.
Like an abandoned kitten or something.
It doesn't look like it's pretending either.
And there is no need for such a thing as pretending to be sick.
But who can burn to forty-two degrees!
The thermometer is broken.
For some reason, Chu Zhi suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and opened the door.
Lu Jiaheng heard the sound of her opening the door, raised his head, and his dark eyes suddenly lit up.
Chuzhi glanced at him: "Are you really sick?"
A trace of struggle flashed in Lu Jiaheng's eyes.
He was silent for a moment, then said "um".
Chuzhi didn't look away: "then go home quickly, or go to the hospital, don't stand here wearing so little clothes, and there is no heating outside."
"There is no heating in my house," Lu Jiaheng whispered, "I just moved here, and I haven't had time to pay the heating bill."
Chu Zhi was stunned for a few seconds before she remembered this.
It is already mid-December, and now there is no heating in the house in this weather, then something is really going to happen.
Chu Zhi stood at the door for a few seconds.
Lu Jiaheng was not in a hurry, just waited for her quietly.
After a long while, she sighed lowly, looking a little helpless, she retreated slightly to make way for him: "You come in first."
Almost as soon as Chu Zhi's voice fell, he came in, and by the way, he took the door behind him.
Chu Zhi had already turned around and entered the room at this time, and a slightly raised voice came from the living room: "Have you taken antipyretics?"
Guess the sharp claws hang on his trousers, fiercely: "Meow meow meow!!!"
Lu Jiaheng plugged him up and held it up in front of him.
One person and one cat looked at each other, you guessed the blue eyes stared at him, and the front legs threw desperately against his face.
The corners of Lu Jiaheng's lips were slightly raised, and a calm smile appeared on the black cat face.
"No." Lu Jiaheng said weakly.
Guess you're so angry that you vomit blood: "Meow meow!!!"
Chuzhi continued to rummage in the living room, and said, "Is your thermometer broken? I have an electronic one in my house. Come in and take your temperature again. If it's high, go to the hospital."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
The smile on Lu Jiaheng's face disappeared.
He put down the cat, stood at the door, and coughed softly: "No, it's not good to use this kind of thing on a string."
Chuzhi: "It's alright, it's all been disinfected."
She turned to her side and looked at him from the inside: "Come in first."
Although Lu Jiaheng wanted to enter the door, he very, very much did not want to take his temperature.
As for the one who was just put down by him, you guessed that he was holding on to one of his legs, clinging to the same place like a salted fish, trying to keep him from moving and stopping him at the door.
Lu Jiaheng dragged forward with difficulty, dragging a cat on his left leg.
A cat that was paralyzed like a mop.
Chu Zhi squatted in front of the TV cabinet, took out the electronic thermometer from the medicine box, raised his hand and handed it to him.
After waiting for a long time, no one answered.
Chu Zhi raised her eyes suspiciously: "Here you are."
She still had a small face, she didn't seem to be depressed, and her expression was as fierce as possible, and her tone was not very good.
But even so, Lu Jiaheng still felt cute looking at her.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand to take it slowly, looked at the thermometer, and said with a dying struggle, "Actually, I just took a fever-reducing medicine at home, I don't know if the fever has subsided now."
Chu Zhi squatted on the ground and looked up at him with her small head raised, her expression was a little suspicious, as if she was saying, "Then why are you coming to my house?"
Lu Jiaheng paused, resignedly stuffed the thermometer, and added, "But that medicine has expired, so it might not work."
Chuzhi: "..."
There is no heating in winter, and the antipyretics expire. What kind of life can you live alone for so many years
Chuzhi knelt on the ground, watched him stuff the thermometer, lowered his head, and slowly took out a few boxes of medicine from the medicine box.
For a while, the whole living room was silent, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and only you guessed the angry grunting sounded intermittently.
He also ripped off Lu Jiaheng's trouser legs, and when Chu Zhi saw this, he waved to him.
Guess you reluctantly let go of your paws, arrogantly stepped on the catwalk and walked to Chuzhi, his big tail swept across the floor, nestled in her arms, and his small paws put on Chuzhi's body, looked at Lu Jiaheng "Meow" sounded.
Lu Jiaheng stood in front of the TV cabinet with a thermometer in between, looked down at the person sitting directly on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's cold on the ground."
Chuzhi was holding the cat in her arms and didn't want to look at him: "Geothermal."
Another moment of silence.
Chuzhi pinned her head and was struggling to raise her head when she heard a slight sound of rustling.
When Chu Zhi turned around, she saw Lu Jiaheng also sitting on the ground simply, sitting directly in front of her.
Chu Zhi frowned, her hands resting on the ground, and she rubbed back slightly, pulling a little distance from him.
Lu Jiaheng didn't move, and sat quietly on the spot, looking down at her slightly.
He was very nice today.
Don't just lean over casually and say something weird.
Chu Zhi pursed her lips and reached out to him, her tone a little better: "Thermometer."
Lu Jiaheng obediently took out the thermometer from the collar of his shirt and handed it to her.
He was wearing a white shirt with a few buttons on the collar, because the movement just now was a little messy, and the collar was turned over uncomfortably, revealing a small piece of fair skin on his chest and a beautiful collarbone.
Chu Zhi's ears were a little red, and she quickly lowered her eyes and looked at the thermometer in her hand.
"Thirty-eight degrees," she glanced at him quietly, dispelling the last doubt in her heart, "your thermometer is indeed broken."
Lu Jiaheng was surprised for a moment.
It seems that this cold shower is a bit slow to respond.
He quickly regained his senses, not guilty at all, and adjusted his facial expression, looking innocent and vulnerable: "It may also be that the expired antipyretic medicine is still useful."
"Then you can't take expired medicine. Do you want to be poisoned?" Chu Zhi pushed the medicine in his hand in front of him. "Fever and cold medicine, take it according to the instructions, and drink plenty of water."
Lu Jiaheng didn't answer.
He leaned sideways in front of the TV cabinet, tilted his head slightly, looked at her with dark peach eyes, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."
Chu Zhi moved for a while, bowed her head, and said nothing.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you yesterday."
Chuzhi shrank her shoulders and lowered her head.
Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips and said softly, "I know I'm wrong, don't be angry."
Sometimes it's just weird.
For example, Chu Zhi didn't feel so sad before.
But as soon as he appeared, he compromised and admitted his mistake in a coaxing tone, his soft voice lowered to call her name, and the grievances at that time would instantly multiply thousands of times, and they all slipped out in one go. Where to hide so well.
A little hypocritical, and a little weird.
Chu Zhi raised her head.
He was sitting there, his slightly wet black hair hanging down, his skin was very white, his cheeks were a little crimson, his lips were pale, and he looked a little pitiful.
After a while of silence, Chu Zhi said softly, "You are really too much."
Lu Jiaheng admitted his mistake in a low voice: "I was wrong, I was too much."
Chu Zhi's eyes turned a little red again: "how can you really leave, you are too much, you just leave me there alone."
"It is my fault."
"Lu Jiaheng bastard."
He chuckled lowly: "Well, Lu Jiaheng is a bastard."
Chu Zhi sniffed and stared at him: "If this happens again in the future—"
She didn't think about how to say the threats later in order to make it stronger and sound more vicious.
He has already stopped laughing, and said softly as if discussing with her: "If I do this again in the future, you can scold me, whatever you want, or hit me, but don't ignore me, okay? Don't either? Cry," he pursed his lips, his voice was very soft, like a sigh, "I don't know what to do when you cry."
Chu Zhi stared, her face slowly turning red, she stood up suddenly, looked down at him and stammered: "You talk well! I haven't forgiven you yet!"
This time he was sitting and she was standing in front of him, turning her head down and looking at him.
This felt novel and unprecedented. From above, Lu Jiaheng looked up at her with a look of helplessness.
Chu Zhi suddenly felt a sense of mastery.
She looked down at him condescendingly, and puffed her cheeks imposingly: "You first get up and take the medicine, then go home and go to sleep. When you wake up, the fever will subside."
Lu Jiaheng sat on the spot, motionless.
He blinked and looked at her obediently. After a long while, he said slowly, "I can't stand up, I'm so weak and I don't have the strength."
Chuzhi: "..."
Chu Zhi pursed her lips, struggled a bit, and stretched her hand out a little.
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyelashes, stared at her tender and tender palm for a while, and raised his hand to hold it.
His hand was slender and hot, he grabbed it and wrapped Chu Zhi's hand completely. He held it motionless for a few seconds before standing up with a fake help.
He stood still in front of her, not letting go of his hand immediately.
Chu Zhi pulled out gently.
Lu Jiaheng let go, picked up the medicine she handed her, and suddenly said, "There is no heating in my house."
Chu Zhi reacted for a while, then realized what he meant, her eyes widened a little: "But...".
She couldn't go on.
Lu Jiaheng looked down at her, her cheeks were probably a little hot and crimson, her thin lips parted lightly, she took a deep breath, and repeated emphatically, "At the beginning of the day, my house is so cold."
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