According to the map, the nearest clinic is just one street away.
Jiang Xingzhou originally planned to take a taxi to the hospital, but the distance was too close now, so it was not necessary.
"I'll carry you over."
As soon as they got out of the door, Jiang Xingzhou grabbed Song Ci and stopped her from leaving.
Song Ci was startled and looked at him in horror: "No, really no, I can walk over there, you see I can walk, I just walk slowly, it doesn't matter."
A hot touch came from Song Ci's wrist, that was the temperature of Jiang Xingzhou's palm.
Jiang Xingzhou's proposal embarrassed her.
It's just a fever, isn't it too hypocritical to ask someone to carry her on your back? Besides, she can really leave.
Although I felt weak all over, I was not so weak that I couldn't even walk.
It felt like Jiang Xingzhou was making a big deal out of nothing; he was too nervous.
But Song Ci couldn't blame her, after all, Jiang Xingzhou was worried about her, not for anything else.
Looking at Jiang Xingzhou's nervous expression, it seemed that all the grievances of the past two days disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't abandon her, he just felt unwell for the past two days. Not only did he apologize today, he also sent so many cute emoticons, and now he still takes her illness so seriously. Everything shows that Jiang Xingzhou does not want to end their relationship unilaterally.
This realization made Song Ci purse her lips and smile slightly.
"Let's go, we can just walk over there together." Song Ci slightly bent her eyes, "Jiang Xingzhou?"
Jiang Xingzhou: "... That's fine, but if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me in advance and I will carry you over."
"Got it. Thank you."
Jiang Xingzhou no longer insisted. He looked at the postures of the two people and finally said, "Hold my hand, don't lose me."
Song Ci paused, then smiled and broke free from his shackles, put her rarely slightly hot little hand into his big palm, and looked into his eyes: "Is this okay, Teacher Jiang?"
"Where does this strange name come from..."
He seemed to be teased.
My ears turned red in disbelief.
Dudu muttered something and ran to press the elevator button, staring at the ticking elevator floors in an attempt to cover up his wildly beating heart.
But Song Ci's hand was in his hand, so wherever he ran, Song Ci would naturally follow him.
After stopping, Song Ci panted slightly and said intermittently: "Teacher Jiang, you are too fast. I am still sick and can't stand it. Please slow down."
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
After thinking for about ten seconds, Jiang Xingzhou said fiercely, "Talk less when you are sick."
He turned around and put on Song Ci's mask with a stern face, then pulled her into the elevator with an expressionless face.
Song Ci's eyes drooped slightly, her expression unhappy, and she responded weakly: "...Ah."
There was another person in the elevator, looking down at his phone. For a moment, it was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the Song Dynasty porcelain reflected in the smooth elevator door with his head slightly lowered, giving people the feeling that he was drooping and listless.
Now this finally fits the image of being sick, Jiang Xingzhou thought.
Because she was shy, Song Ci squeezed closer to him, and their arms were tightly pressed together. They were both burning hot.
In his eyes, Song Ci was sick and uncomfortable. He couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and rubbed Song Ci's head, comforting her: "It's okay, you will be well soon."
Song Ci hummed weakly, and wanted to put her forehead on his arm in a dependent manner, but felt it was inappropriate, so she stood up again.
Jiang Xingzhou asked gently, "Do you want me to carry you?"
"Really, no need, it's just that the elevator is a bit stuffy and not very comfortable."
With a ding, the elevator door opened. Jiang Xingzhou quickly pulled the person out and asked nervously, "What now?"
"Well, the air circulation is better. Let's go to the clinic."
Jiang Xingzhou was worried, so he put the back of his free hand on Song Ci's forehead and felt it. It was about the same temperature as at home.
"If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to tell me. I can carry you this short distance." Jiang Xingzhou instructed again.
"I know, Teacher Jiang, you are so nagging. Are you like this to others as well?" Song Ci yawned, and a crystal tear oozed from the corner of her eye.
Jiang Xingzhou: "...Don't talk nonsense."
He turned around without even holding Song Ci's hand: "Let's go, let's go, hurry up and catch up."
He suspected that Song Ci was not sick, but had been possessed by another body and his body was still in the adaptation period.
After walking for a while, Song Ci naturally couldn't catch up. He waited for a while before Song Ci finally came over.
"Teacher Jiang, you walk too fast. I can't keep up." Song Wen said hesitantly.
Jiang Xingzhou: "... Stop yelling."
Although he said this, he still solemnly held Song Ci's hand again.
"I'll beat you if you yell again."
"But you taught me how to edit." Song Ci said in a low voice, the voice coming through the mask, sounding unreal.
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered what was going on.
But this happened so long ago. Why are you bringing it up now that you are sick
"If you want to thank me, just let me carry you to see the doctor. Don't waste time on the road, Mr. Song."
Song Ci walked slowly, stopping and starting on the road. It was such a short distance, so it was unknown how long it would take.
If I had known earlier, I should have bought a car. Even if it was an electric car, he could carry Song Ci with him, which would be much faster.
Jiang Xingzhou silently noted this down and planned to buy a car when he had time. Of course, he could only afford a small two-wheeled electric scooter.
Song Ci's cheeks flushed.
Student Song.
What is this name.
Hmm, is Jiang Xingzhou taking revenge on her for calling him Teacher Jiang
I always feel like there is a sense of taboo.
Song Ci was well behaved and finally understood how Jiang Xingzhou felt.
"Let's go." Song Ci whispered coquettishly, "I feel dizzy."
In order to match Song Ci's speed, the two of them walked very slowly, even slower than the old men strolling in the park.
The sounds of vehicles passing by are heard all around, one after another.
In such a noisy environment, they held hands and walked slowly in the streets.
Inner peace and contentment.
The doctor in the clinic was unexpectedly a beautiful lady. Jiang Xingzhou pulled out a stool for Song Ci to sit on.
"I measured my temperature at home, it was 38.6°C," he told the doctor.
Hearing this, the doctor looked up at him, his eyes were so sharp that he could hardly take them in, and he quietly hid behind Song Ci. It was too scary.
Strong women are really scary, the delicate and soft Song Ci is better.
The female doctor turned her gaze back to Song Ci and asked gently, "Anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Why are they treated differently
But the doctor looked very serious and reliable when he made the diagnosis, so Jiang Xingzhou stopped worrying about it.
No matter what her attitude is, as long as she can cure Song Ci's illness, she is a good doctor.