As soon as I stepped out of the consultation room, the doctor in a white coat suddenly said, "Fever and gastroenteritis are common symptoms. Be careful."
Yuan Yuxue paused slightly, and when she turned the corner, she turned her head slightly to look at him.
The doctor was sitting in the soft chair, with his hands on the table, his fingers overlapping and pointed at one point, his expression serious and cold, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression still fierce and gloomy, but with an inexplicable sense of contradiction.
Yuan Yuxue withdrew her eyes.
He lowered his eyes, thinking about what the doctor had just said... Since it was a common disease, it meant that the harm was not great, and the doctor should have rich experience in treating patients, so why should they be more careful
Yuan Yuxue hadn't figured out the result yet, but according to the doctor's instructions, she had already come to another medical room.
There were several empty beds here. After collecting the medicine according to the medical record, a nurse came with the prepared medicine, arranged a bed, and put Lang Feishen on an IV.
There wasn't much medicine, and it took about an hour and a half to finish. Lang Feishen had taken a cup of hot water before and took the anti-inflammatory medicine that had just been prescribed. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I felt that the medicine was working very fast at this time, and my body had gotten much better, and my groggy mind had also become clear.
He was touched and thanked his two classmates, but he didn't think of asking Yuan Yuxue and the others to stay with him to get the IV drip... After all, they had already wasted enough of their time.
"It's okay." Yuan Yuxue sat on the stool beside the bed, looked at him and said, "Wait until your drip is finished before leaving."
Needless to say, Jie Zhouyan stood beside Yuan Yuxue and showed no intention of leaving.
Lang Feishen felt warm in his heart again.
He didn't expect that the two kind people would stay by his bedside. He was emotionally fragile during his illness and his eyes were slightly red.
At this time, Lang Feishen thought deeply that he had not even asked the names of the two classmates. After asking, he found out that they were all freshmen of this year, but Yuan Yuxue and the others were studying the less popular library management major, while he was studying financial management. The teaching buildings of the two majors were not far apart, so they could visit each other often in the future.
However, only Yuan Yuxue paid attention to him, while the other one was rather cold and didn't respond to him. Lang Feishen didn't care, thinking that this person must be a kind person with a cold appearance but a warm heart.
But Yuan Yuxue kept staring at him, and Lang Feishen felt embarrassed. He couldn't let others help watch the drip, and he was playing with his phone here, how rude. So he chatted with Yuan Yuxue, and maybe it was because he had been tortured by fever and didn't sleep well in the past few days, and now he took medicine, he didn't feel so uncomfortable, just lying on the bed, and fell asleep quietly.
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"Hehe, hehe."
Lang Feishen slept very soundly. He opened his eyes in a daze when he heard laughter in his ears.
He slept so easily that he almost thought he had slept through the night, but he opened his eyes suddenly in shock—school rules required that he return to the dormitory before eight o'clock. Then he looked up and found that there was still a needle in his hand. The drip had just been finished, and it was estimated that an hour and a half had passed.
For some reason, Yuan Yuxue and Jie Zhouyan were not around.
Lang Feishen didn't care much about it. He felt embarrassed to have someone accompany him to the school hospital, so how could he have the nerve to have someone sit with him for so long? It was normal for him to leave early.