Jiang Kuo returned to 119, Ma Xiao was lying on the bed, and he seemed to be in good condition.
Of course, he doesn't know what Ma Xiao's state is usually like. Ma Xiao is like an invisible man. After being injured yesterday, he began to slowly show up, leaving some traces in front of Jiang Kuo's eyes.
Such as a small bread on the table, and a soy milk bag in the trash.
This should be the food that Ma Xiao had not sold out in his car earlier, and brought it back for lunch and dinner.
"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Eat." Ma Xiao replied.
Jiang Kuo asked again while looking at the phone: "Can I still eat another bowl of noodles? I want to order some noodles, but the price is not enough for one bowl."
"You can order an omelette or something." Ma Xiao said.
"I can't eat a bowl of noodles with an egg." Jiang Kuo said.
Ma Xiao hesitated for a while: "I can't eat it either."
Jiang Kuo glanced at him, and it took him a few seconds to finally react. He should think that this bowl of noodles is worth money.
"My treat, you can force it," Jiang Kuo said, "Duan Feifei has a fever. If you don't help me eat, there will be no one, and I have to waste a bowl."
"...Okay." Ma Xiao nodded.
Jiang Kuo ordered two bowls of beef noodles, each with double beef.
"Why did Duan Feifei have a fever?" Ma Xiao asked.
"Who knows, I didn't expect him to get sick, and he jumps like a perpetual motion machine all day long," Jiang Kuo said, "You can jump without sleeping... Maybe it's because of staying up late and running to part-time jobs, right? It must have been the part-time pestle blowing in the wind."
"It's possible, it's very windy today," Ma Xiao may have been holding back for a day without speaking to anyone, but it's rare to come and go back and forth, "My eyes hurt when I set up the stall in the morning."
"You're very good," Jiang Kuo smiled, "normally it's a headache."
"I'm used to it, my head is iron." Ma Xiao said.
Jiang Kuo smiled again, Ma Xiao was okay when he had something to say, not too boring, maybe he could talk more when he was with Tang Li, Li Zirui and the others.
"You should have ordered some porridge for him just now," Ma Xiao said. "It's easy to get hungry if you have a fever."
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "He said he would vomit when he eats."
"I'm hungry in the second half of the night." Ma Xiao said, "I can't find anything to eat in the second half of the night, so I order porridge and eat it when I'm hungry."
"Makes sense, is millet porridge ok?" Jiang Kuo looked at his mobile phone, "Isn't the porridge too hungry, braised pork? Braised pork? This restaurant has pigeon soup, it seems that this pork belly chicken is also good..."
Ma Xiao didn't speak, Jiang Kuo looked up and glanced at him: "Can you?"
"...Let's be vegetarian," Ma Xiao said, "you might vomit if you eat these."
"Okay," Jiang Kuo clicked, "I didn't feel squeamish when I had a fever, so millet porridge, red rice porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge... OK."
Ma Xiao sighed.
The takeaway was delivered quickly, Jiang Kuo made two trips, and took the two bowls of beef noodles and three servings of porridge back to the dormitory.
"Eat it." He took a bowl of beef noodles and sat down at his table.
"Thank you," Ma Xiao got out of bed and sat by the table. After a while, he said again, "You are very nice."
"That's why you only know me now," Jiang Kuo said. "You knew me half a year ago, so you can't say that."
Ma Xiao didn't make a sound, and buried his head in eating the noodles.
It is estimated that he is hungry, and Ma Xiao's food is shaking the mountain. Before this, whoever eats in front of him and eats this news will definitely drive him out on the spot.
But today Jiang Kuo was extraordinarily tolerant, and he finished the noodles with ease under the accompaniment of Ma Xiao, and even had the question of whether this movement might be his own when he stepped on the spot a few times perfectly.
After eating, Ma Xiao hurriedly took out all the garbage and threw it away. Jiang Kuo didn't stop him. Ma Xiao ate a bowl of noodles in vain, not letting him do anything, so he probably felt uncomfortable.
Speaking of garbage, he never dumped it again except when he was angry with Lu Haobo.
He didn't clean the dormitory either. Tang Li said that as long as he could keep the quilt on his bed neatly folded, he didn't need to take care of the table.
He took advantage of the meal to warm his body, went to take a bath, came out and played with his mobile phone on the bed again, chatting with Da Pao about yesterday's events for a long time, Da Pao sent him two Benben Dogs who participated in the self-driving tour for the first time. video.
Cannon really likes Benben, and even bought a small dress with a schoolbag.
Jiang Kuo forwarded the video to Duan Feifei.
After turning it, I suddenly remembered that the person was sleeping, and quickly retracted the video again.
After withdrawing, he was stunned for two seconds, and then laughed for a long time.
"Aren't you going to see Duan Feifei?" Ma Xiao asked him on the opposite side.
"He's sleeping," Jiang Kuo said. "Should I go see him sleep?"
"He may not be able to sleep when he has a fever," Ma Xiao said. "Sometimes he wants to drink water or something. If he has a fever, he needs to drink more water and sleep more."
"Ah," Jiang Kuo propped his arms up, "yes, he has to get out of bed to drink water."
"Yeah." Ma Xiao nodded.
"You are very careful." Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed and ran out of the dormitory with three servings of porridge.
In fact, according to his habit, he would not bother to go in when people sleep in the house, especially the quasi-single room like 107, which is basically similar to the bedroom at home.
But Ma Xiao was right. After all, he was a patient, so he couldn't really just leave it there.
Although I don't know how to care for patients, formal visits should still be done.
He stood at the door of 107, not knowing whether to knock on the door or not.
Hesitating again and again, he coughed twice, then pushed open the door.
As soon as he entered the room, he heard a loud voice.
"You're fucking back."
These words sounded quite emotional, quite vicissitudes, and even opened a fork.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Kuo walked over in the dark, put the porridge on the table, and turned around to the side of the bed.
"Pour some water." Duan Feifei said with difficulty.
"Where is the water," Jiang Kuo asked, "where is the cup?"
"Turn on the lights," Duan Feifei sighed, "Are you a bat..."
"Go away." Jiang Kuo touched the door and turned on the light.
Duan Feifei lay beside the bed, put down an arm stretched out from the quilt, and beckoned at him: "Hurry up, water."
His throat was still crossed.
"You're so thirsty, can't you come down and take a sip? If I follow your instructions, I'll leave you here and leave you alone that night." Jiang Kuo was in a hurry, Duan Feifei's cup was on the table , he took the kettle and couldn't open the lid, and after pressing and digging it a few times, he realized that it was his mother's twist to unscrew it.
"Dizzy." Duan Feifei said.
"How many degrees did you burn?" Jiang Kuo felt that he fainted from a fever that day and didn't feel dizzy.
The water was poured a little hastily, and half of it fell on the table.
He reached out and pulled the squeegee to the ground again.
It felt like the water was a little too hot.
Taking another look, he found that there was still a pot with the lid open. He walked over and took a look: "What day does this water come from?"
"Dry it in the morning..." Duan Feifei said, "Uncle Kuo, why don't you just get some tap water."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak. He poured the pot of cold water into the cup. He didn't care about anything else while holding the cup. He stepped on the stairs and gave the cup to Duan Feihan.
When I touched his hand, I found it was hot, it felt hotter than in the afternoon, and even my lips were a little dry.
"You are toasted dry." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei ignored him, poured a glass of water, poured it onto the pillow, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Do you still want it?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No need." Duan Feifei said.
"Is there a thermometer?" Jiang Kuo put the cup back on the table, "Did you return the electronic one last time to Lu Ning?"
Duan Feifei didn't speak, and put his hand on his eyes.
"Is there anyone on duty in the infirmary?" Jiang Kuo asked.
Still not getting Duan Feifei's response, he stepped on the stairs again: "Duan Feifei? Duan Yingjun?"
"Yeah." Duan Feifei replied, "Don't talk to me, it's uncomfortable."
Jiang Kuo immediately pushed the edge of the bed and jumped down the stairs.
Feeling very uncomfortable at this moment.
Very upset.
Embarrassing and shameless.
Who do you think wants to talk to you? Isn't it just to verify whether you are dead or not!
Duan Feifei's cup was a straw cup, Jiang Kuo tried it, and it could be sealed, so in the spirit of humanitarianism, he mixed a cup of warm water, covered it, and threw it beside Duan Feifei's pillow, then turned off the lights and walked out of 107.
I've never been so angry.
Not to mention that it was the first time that he was so angry when serving someone.
He returned to 119 angrily.
"How many degrees is he?" Ma Xiao asked.
"No measure," Jiang Kuo said, "there is no thermometer."
"Yes." Ma Xiao immediately got up and took a mercury thermometer from the pen holder on Tang Li's desk and handed it to him.
Jiang Kuo didn't want to go over to take Duan Fei's temperature again, but Ma Xiao had already handed it to him, so he had to take it over and take a look: "Does this thing need to be kept?"
"No," Ma Xiao said, "Li Zirui took it in the infirmary when he had a cold."
"Li Zirui... When did you catch a cold?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"Before the holiday." Ma Xiao said.
Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed, he didn't know this at all.
Ma Xiao stood in front of him and seemed to be waiting.
Are you done asking? After asking, let's take Duan Fei's temperature.
Jiang Kuo reluctantly took the thermometer and left the dormitory again.
This time he went directly to 107 without knocking on the door. If he didn't give me face, I wouldn't be so polite.
Turn on the lights.
Unscrew the cap of the thermometer and take out the thermometer.
toss.
Throw again.
I don't know if it's been enough.
So throw it again. Then looked at the light.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.
flipped.
He threw it again.
Then take the thermometer and step up the stairs again.
With Duan Feifei's head over there, he had to take off his shoes, knelt on the edge of the bed and rubbed it.
"Hey," he patted Duan Feifei's arm, "it's not that I want to harass you to rest, Ma Xiao said take your temperature."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded, but he didn't move. He didn't know if he was burned or drowsy.
Jiang Kuo took his arm and clamped the thermometer. I don't know if I put it in the right place, so let's just leave it as it is.
Duan Feifei's arm was also very hot and there was a thin layer of sweat.
He didn't know whether to cover the quilt or lift it for him in this case.
Finally decided to maintain the status quo.
After staying in the room for ten minutes, he climbed up again and took out the thermometer from under Duan Feifei's arm.
Then he turned his head to the light and looked at the numbers on the thermometer.
I have to say that something like a mercury thermometer is very unfriendly to those who watch it. Jiang Kuo turned around three times and couldn't see where the mercury line was.
"I'll come." Duan Feifei finally spoke.
"I will see." Jiang Kuo said.
"My fever is gone after reading it." Duan Feifei said in a hoarse voice.
"Thirty-eight point four." Jiang Kuo said, "I see, thirty-eight point four! You are a little tall!"
"General." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed, took out his mobile phone and started to check. He had a fever of 38.4...
The answer is not very uniform. I saw that 38.4 is a low fever, and I saw that a fever above 38 is a moderate fever, but it is certain that a fever above 39 is a high fever.
He has always felt that it is a high fever if it exceeds 38 degrees, and it is not worthy of being in trouble for a long time.
"Duan Feifei," he looked at his phone, "you are too weak, you have a low-to-medium fever, you can't move, and your physique is not good."
Duan Feifei didn't speak, but Jiang Kuo heard him laugh.
"I had a fever of over thirty-eight that time," Jiang Kuo said. "It wasn't like yours."
"You fainted, Uncle Kuo." Duan Feifei reminded him.
"But then I'll be fine." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'm not here yet." Duan Feifei said, "I will be able to work part-time normally tomorrow."
Jiang Kuo looked up at him: "Are you Ma Xiao? Ma Xiao is so difficult that he knows he needs to rest for a few days. Is there anything wrong with you?"
"This job is easy to do if you are skilled," Duan Feifei said. "If I don't go, I have to look for it temporarily, and the effect will definitely not be good."
"You know?" Jiang Kuo said, "You are the only one who is skilled, and people can't find another one."
"That's why." Duan Feifei said, "I have to go even more so that I can have a job next time."
"Come on." Jiang Kuo said.
After a while of silence, Jiang Kuo put away the thermometer: "Do you still drink water or something? I'm back in the dormitory."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head and looked at him.
I don't know why, usually Duan Feifei gives the impression that he is at ease and can handle no matter what, but now he has a fever that is not worthy of a high fever. When he turned to look at him like this, Jiang Kuo felt inexplicably. He was a little helpless.
Recently tortured by Ma Xiao's affairs and part-time work, Jiang Kuo felt that his sympathy was overflowing.
"I'm going to the toilet." Duan Feifei said.
"Ah?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
Just go to the toilet! Still need to report
"Peeing." Duan Feifei added.
"Then you pee," Jiang Kuo said, "Why did you ask me to find a pulse for you?"
"Help me, I'm dizzy," Duan Feifei laughed, "You don't usually look like your IQ is so low."
"Go away." Jiang Kuo stood on the stairs and stretched out his hand.
But soon found that Duan Feifei seemed to have a little difficulty sitting up, so he had to get on the bed again, grab Duan Feifei's hand, drag him up, and then back up the stairs.
"Grab my hand," he grabbed the stairs with one hand and extended the other to Duan Feihan, "Just hold my hand down."
Duan Feifei sat on the edge of the bed, stepping on the first stairs, reaching out and grabbing his hand.
Then it froze.
"Forget it," Jiang Kuo saw that Duan Feihan's state was really not very good, he should have been really dizzy, if he didn't hold on, he might slammed his head on the ground, he instantly made up his mind There was blood all over the place, and finally gritted his teeth, "I'll carry you."
Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows in shock at his words.
"You'd better remember my kindness to you today. I've grown so big, and I haven't carried anyone on my back except Jiang Li." Jiang Kuo went up the stairs, one leg was at the bottom, and the other was at the bottom. Go up one level, then turn around, stretch his arms behind his back, and beckon, "Come on."
Duan Feihan probably wouldn't let people carry it like that at all, but the fact that he fell on Jiang Kuo's back as soon as he leaned forward gave him no other choice.
It is better to let the young master carry him to the toilet than to let the young master throw the bottle in the urine bottle.
However, although Jiang Kuo was prepared, Duan Feifei almost fell on his back at an uncontrollable speed with great strength. Fortunately, his legs on the first step reacted quickly and stepped forward. A step forward, holding up the force of the forward charge.
Then he propped up again and leaned back on the stairs.
To be precise, he used Duan Feifei to lean against the stairs.
"Fuck." He adjusted his posture and pulled Duan Feifei's arm forward on his shoulders.
"I'm slow," Duan Feifei said, "I can walk over."
"Slow your ass." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you take off your bare skin? After a while, you can go to 39. Use your arms a little harder."
Duan Feifei didn't say a word, and retracted his arms.
Jiang Kuo's hands went back, wanting to stand up with his legs.
But when he touched Duan Feifei's leg, he realized how difficult it was to hold the bare leg up.
Even rubbing and scratching Duan Feifei's legs and even scratching his butt twice, he failed to carry the man back to his feet.
"Why are you picking meat?" Duan Feifei said.
"Ah!" Jiang Kuo pulled Duan Feihan's arm, dragged him up the stairs, and dragged him to the toilet, "That's it."
Duan Feifei laughed from behind. Although he didn't say anything, Jiang Kuo could feel it.
"Believe it or not I'm throwing it here for you now," he said.
"It's really funny." Duan Feifei said, "Laughing makes me dizzy."
"Go in!" Jiang Kuo pushed open the door, dragged him by the arm and pushed him into the toilet.
Duan Feifei supported the wall and tilted his head again.
Jiang Kuo exited the toilet and closed the door with a bang.
When he closed the door, he found that Duan Feihan had several red marks on his leg.
kinda miserable...
It does look pretty sexy though.
Jiang Kuo was stunned outside the toilet for a while, and was shocked when he heard the sound of water inside: "Have you urinated outside?"
"I'm taking a shower!" Duan Feifei said.
"It's very particular?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Well." Duan Feifei said.
Duan Feifei took a shower and still held the door when he came out.
"Why are you taking a shower in this state?" Jiang Kuo couldn't understand.
"Sweat all over," Duan Feifei said, "uncomfortable."
Jiang Kuo gave him a hand. He first went to the bed and tore off the quilt, put it on the reclining chair, and went to the cabinet to get a new thin quilt.
"I'll come, I'll come." Jiang Kuo helped him throw the quilt onto the bed.
After Duan Feifei climbed into the bed, he followed up and took a look.
I wondered if I should help, but Duan Feifei covered it up quite tightly.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Are you feeling more comfortable?"
"It's just dizzy." Duan Feifei said.
"Drinking water?" Jiang Kuo asked again.
"Also." Duan Feifei touched the cup beside the pillow, "Someone just threw a bottle at me very angry."
"I'm not angry." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's so obvious that you're angry," Duan Feifei said with his eyes closed, "and the aura is so strong that I can feel it without making a sound."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"Talk for a while?" Duan Feifei patted the bed lightly.
Jiang Kuo, who was about to jump down the stairs, was stunned.
"Here?" he asked.
"Am I shouting to talk to you?" Duan Feifei coughed.
Jiang Kuo climbed into the bed and sat beside him: "I thought you were willing to be alone when you were sick."
"Almost," Duan Feifei said, "it's basically one person."
"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.
The old uncle's family didn't look like the kind of people they didn't care about when Duan Feifei was ill.
"I'm afraid my old aunt will always be there." Duan Feifei's voice was low and his voice was still hoarse.
"Then you're sick, isn't it normal for her to stay?" Jiang Kuo also said softly, "I'm sick and President Jiang doesn't go to the company anymore, so I just stay with my family."
"Master, that's your father." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and sighed softly.
"I also rarely get sick." Duan Feifei said.
"It's better to have someone to accompany me," Jiang Kuo said. "Last time I had a fever, so I went to sleep in the hotel. I would be more at ease if there were cannons around, or no one would know if I died."
Duan Feifei smiled: "Then you will know that I am dead."
"Stop farting." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei didn't speak any more and closed his eyes.
Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and looked at his face. The sick Duan Feifei looked quite different from his usual appearance. The state of always being full of energy and always ready to socialize with the Duan family was gone, and now he looked tired and useless. help.
That's right, helpless.
Jiang Kuo has always felt this way inexplicably.
"Yingjun," he tried to call out, feeling that Duan Feifei seemed to be asleep, "Duan Yingjun?"
Duan Yingjun is indeed quite handsome. The lights in the room hit his face, and the junction of light and dark is right at the tip of his nose, drawing a very clear outline.
Jiang Kuo noticed that his lips were pale, as if they were too dry or too ill.
He slowly reached out and touched it lightly, thinking about asking Duan Feifei to drink some more water.
Just as his fingertips touched his lips, Duan Feifei grabbed his hand.
Still working hard.
"Awake?" He was startled.
Duan Feifei's eyes opened a slit in confusion, did not focus, and quickly closed again, frowning and turning over, but the hand holding him did not loosen, as if he was hugging a pillow.
It gave him the feeling that he would clench his teeth when he had an epileptic seizure... Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, Duan Feihan really felt like his joints were stuck, and he just held his hand.
"Hey," Jiang Kuo twitched his hand, but didn't take it out, "Duan Feihan? Falling asleep?"
Duan Feifei was silent.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo cursed at him.
To be honest, if he woke Duan Feifei, he would have taken out his hand.
But at this moment, he suddenly couldn't bear it.
Half-tilted and persisted for a while, I couldn't hold it, I was so sleepy, and my back was sore.
So he carefully lay down on the vacant piece of Duan Feifei's body, forget it, let's squint for a while.