It was very cold at night, Wen Ai stayed up all night, didn't add any clothes and put on a blanket, just sat there, and when he brushed his teeth in the morning, he found that his throat was a little itchy, but he didn't care, he coughed twice and finished the job comfortably.
The next two days were high-intensity mental activities, Wen Ai was very devoted, and after each exam, his face was flushed.
The last exam ended in the afternoon of the second day, and the students rushed out of the exam room and went straight to the cafeteria. After the exam all afternoon, they had to find something to sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs.
Wen Ai didn't feel hungry, he just felt dizzy and wanted to find a place to rest quietly. Going back to the classroom against the crowd, I wanted to lie down for a while and go to eat, but I fell asleep and dreamed.
Wen Ai dreamed that he was eating a popsicle, which was his favorite mango flavor. He licked it very happily, and shouted to the sky, threatening that he could eat another 50,000 sticks. God was very kind, and immediately there was a rain of popsicles, and the overwhelming popsicles fell down, burying him under the ground.
He was trapped in a pile of popsicles, and the cold air from the top of the popsicles unceremoniously seeped into his flesh and blood, swimming over his limbs and bones. It felt like being locked in a refrigerator, or on the floor of the emergency freezer.
Wen Ai woke up from the cold.
It was completely dark outside, the classroom was full, and the students were all doing their own things with their heads down. Wen Ai took out his mobile phone, and the screen showed 19:10. It turned out that the evening self-study had already started ten minutes ago.
He propped up his body and sat upright, his head was still dizzy, worse than before going to sleep, waves of chills rushed through his body, and his nose was also a little blocked. I tried my forehead with the back of my hand, and sure enough, I had a fever.
Wen Ai went to the water dispenser with superficial steps to get a cup of hot water to warm his hands, and when he came back, he closed all the windows tightly. These few steps almost exhausted his strength, his body was pulled straight down by the invisible iron block, and he almost fell down when he sat down.
Wen Ai asked the system for help: "I can't do it anymore, quickly add some special effects to me, such as 'clearing cold virus with one click' or something like that."
The system is very embarrassed: "There are no special effects."
Wen Ai: "I want to cry."
In order to reflect its own value, the system deliberately went to Baidu, and came back to suggest: "Drink more boiled water."
Wen Ai: "... You should go and play games."
The eyelids felt heavy, Wen Ai curled up into a ball, and soon lost consciousness in a daze.
Sun Mengzhen finished her homework, turned her neck to relax her cervical spine, and suddenly found that her front desk lips were pale on the table, and her cheeks were still flushed abnormally. She hurriedly searched to see if she had any medicine with her, but turned her schoolbag upside down, and only found a few dysmenorrhea spirits.
At this point in time, the school doctor was already watching TV on the sofa with his wife and children in his arms, and there was no one to take the medicine. It would be better to contact his family as soon as possible.
Sun Mengzhen walked up to Wen Ai's seat and patted him on the back: "Wake up, wake up quickly. What are your parents' mobile phone numbers? I'll call them to pick you up."
Wen Ai was already in a coma, murmuring indistinctly: "Parents... abroad..."
Sun Mengzhen figured it out after thinking about it, and asked again: "What about the housekeeper? Do you have a saved number? I just took your mobile phone to check."
Wen Ai's mobile phone is very clean, there is no dirt in the crevices, and there is no sticky feeling of grease when holding it in his hand. It looks like it is cleaned frequently. Sun Meng really thought of her phone that she didn't remember when she had wiped it, she spit it secretly, and then put Wen Ai's phone back.
There was a password on the screen lock, and she couldn't solve it.
Remembering that Jiang Cheng and Wen Ai were cousins, Sun Mengzhen looked around the classroom again, but unexpectedly found no one. Just as she was frowning and hesitating, a cold voice sounded behind her.
"Step aside."
Sun Meng was really startled, she shrank her shoulders and stepped aside.
Xu Changzhou stepped forward to help Wen Ai pack her schoolbag, Sun Meng really understood, and was about to say that she would be the one to talk to the head teacher, but saw the half of the leave note protruding from Xu Changzhou's pocket, and immediately swallowed the words in his throat.
Well, what she did just now was all in vain. She is thoughtful and has already arranged everything.
Wen Ai's illness was severe, and he was already in a semi-comatose state. Xu Changzhou didn't intend to wake him up, so he took off his school uniform coat and put it on for him. There is a hint of urgency.
"Where are you going, classmate?" The taxi driver turned his watch on, turned the steering wheel, and drove slowly onto the main road.
Xu Changzhou helped Wen Ai straighten his sitting position, and at the same time reported Wen Ai's home address to the driver. For a wealthy family like the Zhao family, there is a private doctor on call at any time, which is more than a star and a half faster than going to the hospital to register in line.
The speed of the car gradually increased, and when turning a sharp bend, the unconscious Wen Ai fell directly on the seat, as soft as dough mixed with too much water.
Xu Changzhou helped him up, then moved towards him, bringing his shoulders to his head so that it was convenient for him to lean on.
The driver looked at them from the rearview mirror, and his gaze stayed on Wen Ai with his eyes closed and flushed cheeks for a while longer.
The driver is an old driver who has been driving for seven or eight years. He has driven many passengers of all kinds, and has encountered a lot of various things. He looked at Wen Ai like... as if he had been drugged.
She is indeed a pretty child, she looks young, and if she encounters such a thing, she might never be able to climb out of the quagmire for the rest of her life.
The driver kept glancing at the rearview mirror, slowed down the car, but did not turn around to go to the police station, hesitating whether he should meddle in his own business.
Xu Changzhou noticed that the driver was peeping frequently, so he lifted the hood on Wen Ai's clothes to cover his face, and gave the driver a warning look.
The driver was chilled by the eyes, and his brain circuit was cleared up. The destination of these two people is the most famous villa area in the city, where high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen gather, even if he wants to, he can't control this matter.
The car accelerated again, and the driver stopped looking in the rearview mirror.
The heater in the car was fully turned on. When getting out of the car, Xu Changzhou moved Wen Ai to the door of the car. Before he could turn around and carry him, Wen Ai was stimulated by the cold wind from outside and shrank into his arms, mouth Li muttered coldly.
Wen Ai is not as boneless as before, grabbing Xu Changzhou's clothes, unwilling to let go. The space at the car door was so small that Xu Changzhou couldn't use it, so he could only hug him out of the car in a princess hug.
The guest left, but the driver didn't drive the car away immediately. He took out a cigarette and smoked it slowly. The pretty sleepy kid just now yelled cold several times, not like being drugged, but rather having a fever.
Ha, his eyes have seen too much dirt, and unconsciously, they have also become cloudy.
The housekeeper of the Zhao family knew how to measure. He opened the door and saw Wen Ai curled up in Xu Changzhou's arms. Without saying a word, he immediately led Xu Changzhou to the young master's room and helped him put him on the bed.
The doctor rushed over quickly with a medical kit, and diagnosed that the fever was caused by a common cold. He skillfully inserted a drip needle into Wen Ai, prescribed some medicine, and left a bunch of doctor's orders.
The housekeeper was about to send the doctor out. Seeing that Xu Changzhou was still sitting by the bed, he said tactfully, "Student Xu, where do you live? I'll ask the driver to take you back with me. Thank you so much today."
Xu Changzhou stared at the person on the bed: "I'll leave when his fever subsides."
Since this is the case, it's hard for the butler to say anything. Xu should have a good relationship with his young master, otherwise he wouldn't have sent him home, and he would have taken the initiative to stay and take care of him.
"Then I'll trouble you. Just ring the bedside bell when the drip is about to end." After speaking, the housekeeper and the doctor left the room together.
Wen Ai slept well, didn't move around, and didn't talk in sleep, his nasal cavity should be blocked, and he was breathing with his small mouth open, his brows showed a sickness, and he looked very fragile.
Xu Changzhou stood by the bed closely, keeping an eye on the liquid level of the infusion bag, and fed Wen Ai several times in the middle. When the second bag also bottomed out, Xu Changzhou rang the bedside bell, and the butler came in with a medical tray to pull out Wen Ai's needles. His movements were professional, and it was evident that he had been trained.
Wen Ai had sweated just now, and there were a few strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead. Xu Changzhou gently brushed it away for him, kneeling on the bed with one leg, leaning over to touch his forehead, the temperature dropped a little, but it was still a low-grade fever.
After the butler cleaned up the medical waste left over from the infusion, he looked up and saw the young master lying under someone else. A strange feeling flashed in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he had to take the garbage bag and go out.
Xu Changzhou frowned and opened the few boxes of medicine left by the doctor, took out the instruction manual and looked at it carefully, after confirming that the dosage prescribed by the doctor was correct, he got up and poured a glass of warm water. Xu Changzhou supported Wen Ai on his back, and first fed him two sips of water to moisten his throat. Unexpectedly, Wen Ai, like a seedling that had been thirsty for several days, held the cup and kept drinking.
Wen Ai was happily watering herself, when her hand suddenly became empty and the cup was gone. Instinctively, he stretched out his hand forward, his fingertips skimmed the smooth body of the cup, but when he grabbed it again, he only caught a hand of air.
was robbed.
"Woo..." Wen Ai was aggrieved, and curled her small mouth, as pitifully as if someone had trampled a seedling.
Xu Changzhou brought the pill to his lips, and said helplessly, "I'll drink it later, take the medicine first."
Wen Ai couldn't tell who was talking, so he stuck out his tongue and obediently rolled a few dry balls into his mouth.
Xu Changzhou's palm was licked by a slippery soft object, and a strange itching sensation went from Xu Changzhou's palm all the way to his heart, and his eyes dimmed involuntarily.
With the combination of oral medicine and infusion, Wen Ai soon had a second wave of sweat, which was much more thorough than the first wave. He was so hot that he stretched his arms and legs out of the quilt.
Xu Changzhou stuffed it back for him, but he stretched it out again in another direction. Xu Changzhou had no choice but to sit on the bed and wrap the man in a quilt into a fat cocoon in his arms. Wen Ai fumbled around inside but couldn't find the exit, and gradually became honest.