Extra: A Lifetime of Illness
Just as Bai Jiming was about to pack up and go home, his cell phone rang. It was Liao Weixin: "Jiming." The voice sounded strange, "Can you take a taxi back? I might have a fever."
Bai Jiming stood up immediately: "Where are you?"
"At home." Liao Weixin said weakly, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Okay, I'll be back right away." Bai Jiming hung up the phone, walked quickly to the roadside, and took a taxi home.
Liao Weixin had always been in good health, but he had never told Bai Jiming that he would have a fever every winter. It happened every year, with amazing accuracy.
Bai Jiming rushed back home and saw Liao Weixin lying on the bed with a sickly flush on his face. He touched his forehead and found that he was indeed running a fever. He took out antipyretic medicine from the drawer and gave it to Liao Weixin with water: "How do you feel? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Liao Weixin shook his head and stretched out his arms: "Hug me."
Having this request means that the illness is not serious. Bai Jiming was relieved, smiled and walked over to hug Liao Weixin: "You will be fine after a good sleep."
"You ignored me." Liao Weixin pouted, looking a little aggrieved, "You were only paying attention to Xu Jiayuan and ignored me."
Bai Jiming stood up and squinted at him: "I wonder who caused this, could it be me?"
Liao Weixin was speechless and pretended to cough twice, gasping for breath: "Oh, oh, my chest hurts, my head hurts, hurry up, rub it for me."
Bai Jiming laughed. He didn't expect that Liao Weixin would be so clingy when he was sick. He leaned over and rubbed Liao Weixin's chest: "It's okay, go to sleep quickly."
Liao Weixin hummed twice and muttered, "But I'm hungry. I want to eat dumpling soup."
Well, Bai Jiming sighed, the sick person is the most important. Go to the kitchen, wash the vegetables, beat the eggs, and cook the soup. It's ready in a blink of an eye, drizzle sesame oil on it: "Okay, I'll help you to the kitchen to eat?"
"No, I want to eat in **."
Bai Jiming brought the small table and placed it on the bedside table, picked up the spoon and fed him mouthful by mouthful. Liao Wei was confident and satisfied, thinking that Jiming still cared about him. He was happy and seemed to be better, so he opened his mouth again: "Jiming, I want to watch TV."
"Then I'll help you to the living room."
"No, I want to watch it in **."
Bai Jiming rolled his eyes. Is he sick or not
There is an LCD TV in the bedroom, but they always like to watch it on the sofa in the living room, so they rarely use it. Bai Jiming was busy pulling out the socket and connecting the cable TV. After fiddling with it for a long time, he found the remote control and pressed the buttons one by one: "Which channel do you want to watch?"
"I won't look at it for now." The patient smiled and said, "I need to pee."
"Oh." Bai Jiming stood up, "Then I'll help you go to the bathroom."
"No, I want to be in the **... Ouch—"
The remote control in Bai Jiming's hand drew a perfect curve in the air, hitting Liao Weixin's nose bridge, blocking the patient's last word from his mouth.
Extra 2: Accidental Injury
Liao Weixin was lying on the sofa watching TV. After watching for a long time, he couldn't find any good programs. He looked around and found that the remote control had somehow moved to the corner of the room.
"Hey, hand me the remote."