The dorm manager upstairs was soundly asleep, and was woken up by a rapid knock on the door in the middle of the night.
When he looked sleepily, there were two fat and thin people standing outside the door, calling for him to open the door of the dormitory building.
When Qi Cheng saw any clothes, he put them on Qi Zhong's body. He was such a handsome guy, but he made him look like an idiot.
He was wearing many layers of coats, and a scarf was wrapped around his neck in this big autumn. His eyes were exposed all over his body. Qi Zhong felt that his eyelids were burning hot, and he was dizzy from the heat. Almost.
He put antipyretic patches on his head and took medicine, but the medicine has not taken effect yet, and he is still hot.
They were all wearing their own clothes, the school uniform was wet by the rain, but compared to Qi Cheng and Qi Zhongli's three layers of clothes, it seemed like two seasons.
"He has a fever," Qi Cheng handed the thermometer to the dormitory supervisor, still holding an umbrella in his hand, and spoke quickly, "He has a high fever, and he must be sent to the hospital now."
Qi Zhong was in a daze, couldn't hear what they were saying, just kept moving aside, he moved a few steps, Qi Cheng pulled him back again, but Qi Zhong didn't know what to think, and insisted step by step move away.
"Don't get too close to me," his voice was hoarse, and there was a sense of heat from his internal organs, "It's contagious."
Qi Cheng wondered if he had a fever, "You have a fever, not a cold."
The dormitory supervisor knew that after the students had a high fever, they didn't even have time to get dressed, so they ran out to open the door for them with slippers on and vests on.
Qi Cheng thought that the other party should stop after he said this, and pulled him over, but Qi Zhong still moved away, completely not understanding what he meant by what he said just now.
Qi Cheng directly wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him in his arms and pushed him outside.
In the autumn rainy weather, although there will be no more thunder, there will still be heavy rain. It takes about ten minutes to walk from the dormitory building to the school gate. Facing the wind outside, the dormitory manager asked tremblingly, "There will be no one in the school hospital. How do you send him to the hospital?"
"The taxi has already been called." Qi Cheng opened the umbrella without even hesitation, and has already stepped into the rainy night with Qi Zhong, "Please ask us to take leave tomorrow, class 3 will be completed, and class 12 will be Qi Zhong."
After saying this, the two of them could no longer see their shadows in the dark. The dormitory manager quickly closed the door, and began to worry about whether the two of them could do it.
In the middle of the night, Qi Cheng took a taxi upstairs for ten minutes but didn't receive an order. He made a decisive decision and called his second uncle Jiang Jing directly, asking him to drive to the gate of the second school and wait.
Qi Cheng's hand on Qi Zhong's waist was like an iron palm, making him unable to move at all, and Qi Zhong couldn't move even if he wanted to move to the side. His breathing was hot, and the cold wind at night made him calm down for a moment.
"Don't, stay so close to me." After taking the lozenge, his throat still hurts, Qi Zhong turned his face, the back of his head was facing Qi Cheng, for fear of infecting him, "I'll go by myself, hurry up, go back sleep."
His throat hurts even when he said a word, and Qi Zhong felt like he was going to be dumb after saying these two sentences.
"Don't talk," Qi Cheng said firmly, "shut up."
The umbrella is the umbrella of roommate Zhu Fan, because Zhu Fan has the biggest umbrella in the whole dormitory, Qi Cheng circles Qi Zhong tightly, holding the umbrella firmly in his hand, watching Qi Zhong remain silent, and said: "I didn't hurt you , if you say one more word now, your voice will be completely useless in the next two days."
Qi Zhong's breathing became more and more heavy, he silently turned his head to look him in the eye, then turned back again.
Even though the sprayed breath passed through the cool air, Qi Cheng could still feel hot. Qi Cheng quickened his pace, holding his hand vigorously, half hugging and half pushing Qi Zhong to the school gate.
After asking the security guards at the school gate to open the school gate, Qi Chengcheng quickly led Qi Zhong out of the school. It was dark outside, and there were no cars on the street.
Second uncle Jiang Jing hadn't arrived yet, so Qi Cheng could only take him to the store opposite to shelter from the rain, he put away the umbrella and put it aside, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature on top of Qi Zhong's head.
Qi Zhong's reflex arc slowed down a lot, let him move, and after a while, "Qi Cheng, you were really murderous just now."
Her voice was hoarse, and she sounded aggrieved.
Qi Cheng hummed perfunctorily, lifted the wet hair on his forehead, and took out the thermometer in his pocket to test the temperature for him.
Qi Zhong, "There are too many clothes."
His hands and feet are weak now, and he is wearing so many clothes that it is difficult to raise his hands.
Qi Cheng pushed him to the stone steps next to him and made him sit. Holding the thermometer, he slipped in through his necklines, and walked along the gap to his destination.
But his fingers were long and cold, and his little finger swept across his chest, Qi Zhong hissed, trying to hide subconsciously, "Cold."
"Don't talk," Qi Cheng interrupted what he was about to say, put the thermometer away without taking out his hand, frowned and stuck it to his heart, "It feels like the internal organs are getting hot."
He covered the left chest with his hands, and Qi Zhong's heart was beating thumpingly under his hands.
The anger is too great, and it feels that the internal organs are hotter than the skin.
Jiang's old house is far away from Erji, but Erjiu usually has a house in the city center on weekdays, and he can get there in 20 minutes if he is quick. The time for Qi Cheng to change clothes and feed medicine for Qi Zhong, he thought, would be coming soon.
"Your hand is cool." After a while, Qi Zhong was dissatisfied again, and said disobediently, "Change your hand."
This hand was warmed by his chest.
Fortunately, there is no one around now, otherwise Qi Cheng's world-renowned reputation would be ruined here, and he reached out to touch the boy's collar in the middle of the night, acting like a pervert.
Fortunately, not long after, a car came quickly with its lights on, and stopped in front of Qi Cheng accurately.
Qi Cheng took Qi Zhong into the car, before he had time to say more, he said directly: "Second uncle, the city hospital."
Jiang Jing came in a hurry, but his expression was calm. He nodded and turned to the city hospital.
Qi Zhong's thermometer hadn't been up for five minutes, and the efficiency was so high that Qi Zhong didn't realize it when he got in the car, so he subconsciously looked at Qi Cheng.
Qi Cheng's expression became helpless, he couldn't do it in front of his uncle and reached into Qi Zhong's clothes to cool him down, so he could only hold Qi Zhong's hand in his hand, repeatedly cooling him with the palm of his hand and the back of his hand. .
His own temperature is cooler, especially in this rainy night and winter, and Qi Zhong who is like a small stove is completely two extremes. The skin of his hands makes Qi Zhong feel comfortable and he does not want him to take his hands away.
When the time was up, he asked Qi Zhong to take out the thermometer, and look, all the medicines and stickers he took before didn't work at all, but the temperature rose to 39 degrees 6 instead!
"Fuck!" Qi Cheng couldn't hold back his swear words, his face was ugly.
"Take off some clothes for him first, otherwise it will be even colder when you get out of the car." Jiang Jing had never seen Qi Cheng like this before. Liquor and wet paper towels, you wipe him off."
After Qi Zhong heard this sentence clearly, he began to take off his clothes, and thanked Jiang Jing while enduring his discomfort: "Thank you, brother."
Jiang Jing smiled and said: "You can't call me big brother, follow Xiao Cheng and call me uncle."
"Oh," Qi Zhong was dumbfounded, "Uncle."
Jiang Jing looks young, so young that he is actually an uncle.
Qi Cheng poured white wine on a paper towel and wiped the sides of his ears and the back of his neck. Qi Zhong's skin scalded his brows tightly, but Qi Zhong's eyelids gradually drooped and were about to close.
"Don't sleep," Qi Cheng whispered in his ear, "Did you hear Qi Zhong?"
The tone of his sentence was more fierce than the previous sentence of not letting him speak. Qi Zhong tried his best to open his eyes. Maybe his illness affected his IQ. He felt aggrieved again, and tried his best to be strong: "I didn't sleep."
The smell of white wine drilled into his nose, and Qi Zhong suddenly raised his heart again.
Wipe his neck, he just covered his body with sweat, Qi Cheng couldn't have smelled the sweat on his body too!
He sniffed, anxiously wanting to turn his head to look at his neck and back, and Qi Cheng clicked his tongue twice, "You still think liquor smells good when you have a high fever?"
Qi Zhong was embarrassed to tell him that he was smelling sweat, so he answered vaguely.
"You can't drink even if it smells good." Qi Cheng put down the wine bottle and wet tissue, and straightened his collar again, "Qi Zhong, your physical fitness is really poor. How did you get bumped by others when you were playing basketball?"
Now that Qi Zhong has a fever, he can't tell, but Jiang Jing, who is driving in front, knows what he's up to.
I deliberately said some annoying words, for fear that the child with fever would aggravate his condition when he fell asleep.
Qi Cheng's expression was also clearly seen in the rearview mirror. Jiang Jing felt that these two should be very good friends, otherwise Qi Cheng would not have known that he had a fever in the middle of the night, and would have taken him to the hospital so personally.
After arriving at the city hospital, Qi Zhong was taken to the Diaoshui area and waited for the sister nurse to give him an injection. There were professionals around, and Qi Cheng was much more relaxed. He sent Jiang Jing out of the hospital and told him to go back to sleep quickly. , When I returned to the hospital again, I still had a cup of hot water in my hand.
Qi Zhong looked at him eagerly, and after drinking a cup of hot water, although his throat still hurt, he felt that he could speak now, "Uncle has gone back?"
The call of uncle was quite familiar, Qi Cheng squinted at him, "It's quite comfortable to call."
Qi Zhong relied on himself to be popular from head to toe, and he was not afraid of being embarrassed by him at all, so he said confidently: "The savior asked me to scream, of course I have to scream!"
"Keep down, don't talk," Qi Cheng first scolded him with a frown, and then said, "Savior?"
Qi Cheng, "He is your savior, what am I you?"
Damn.
Qi Zhong felt that his eyeballs were getting hot.
He stammered and didn't say a few words, the nurse sister appeared like an angel to give him an injection, Qi Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, fuck, shit, shy.
It's not that the throat can't speak, it's that the brain can't speak.
The sister nurse told Qi Cheng, "Give him plenty of hot water, and if he wants to go to the toilet, he can go outside."
She left after exhorting, Qi Cheng stood by and looked at Qi Zhong with a smile, not letting go of the topic just now, "Say, he is your lifesaver, what am I you?"
Qi Zhong was so burned that the top of his head was smoking, and he said in a weak voice, "You are also my lifesaver."
"No," Qi Guoguo shook his head resolutely, "Too many saviors are worthless. I was woken up by your moaning in the middle of the night, and I went upstairs to see what's wrong with you. Put on clothes, take medicine, Take you to the hospital, anyway, I refuse to be on the same level as my uncle."
"Then he is not, the savior," Qi Zhong quickly changed his words, "Only you."
Qi Cheng looked at him with an expression of "you are such a person", and was about to take out his mobile phone, "Then I will talk to my second uncle and tell him that he won't be able to use it tonight."
Originally, when the fever was so high, Qi Zhong felt that his head was not enough, but Qi Cheng was still like this, he was about to cry, "Then what do you want?"
Qi Cheng casually sat on the armrest next to him, "Seeing how miserable you are, then he must be your lifesaver."
He hooked his lips into a smile, turned his head to look at Qi Zhong, and smiled badly, "I'll be wronged and be your good brother."
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