Xu Ruchong didn't go back to his room, but just found a lounge next to the laboratory to hang around casually. Generally, those who return to the zero team deal with minor ailments in this way, in case there is a need for temporary work.
After a while, a person opened the door and came in, alarming Xu Ruchong, who gave a dazed "hmm" without opening his eyes.
I heard Fang Xiu's voice saying: "You sleep, it's okay, it's me."
Xu Ruchong then fell into a drowsy sleep again, Fang Xiu bent down, reached out his hand to test the temperature on his forehead, glanced at the water stains in the glass, made sure that he had already taken the medicine, and walked out lightly After a while, a thick blanket came in from nowhere, and spread out to cover Xu Ruchong's body.
Maybe it was Shen, Xu Ruchong was a little uncomfortable being pressed, and he struggled a bit, Fang Xiu put his hands on his head, pressed the four corners of the quilt tightly, and said in a low voice: "Shh, don't Move, I have a little fever, just cover it with a little sweat."
Xu Ruchong slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, probably burning up, the corners of his eyes were a little red.
Fang Xiu just poked him on the forehead: "Is your big head useless? Why don't you go back to your room and sleep. I'll keep an eye on you if something happens."
Xu Ruchong despised him in a nasal voice: "No, you are a gorilla, and you can't do such a highly intelligent job."
Fang Xiu let out a "bah" and said, "I don't know good people."
Xu Ruchong asked: "Don't you still have a mission?"
"Let me take a look at your side first. If Master Xu falls down, our entire logistics department will lose half of the sky."
"I'll just lie down for a while." Xu Ruchong closed his eyes a little tiredly, "You go."
Fang Xiu felt that he looked pitiful, so he sighed, sat for a while, and then got up and left. Not long after he left, the door was pushed open again. This time, Lu Qingbai came in, holding a hanging bottle in his hand, and slammed the door shut with his feet. Hang up the bottle and infuse Xu Ruchong with liquid.
Dr. Lu's technique was excellent, Xu Ruchong didn't feel any pain, he just felt his wrist tense and loosen, and then the needle was done. I couldn't help but forcefully raised my eyelids to look at him again: "Why did you come here in person, aren't you busy?"
Lu Qingbai said: "After finishing your work first, you can do other things. Anyway, they are all dead, so there is no rush for a while. For the sake of still panting, I will let you stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Bugui just opened the door and came in, asking: "What's the matter, I heard that Xiao Xu has a fever?"
Xu Ruchong finally couldn't lie down anymore, and when he wanted to get up, Lu Qingbai pressed him down again, and reprimanded him: "Okay, the center of gravity is not stable, so don't jump around."
Hu Bugui nodded: "Pay attention to your health. I'll ask the medical center to send a nurse over to help take care of it. Do you need it?"
Xu Ruchong quickly said, "No need."
When Lu Qingbai and Hu Bugui also left, Xu Ruchong lay down again as if relieved, but after a while, Qin Luo and Xue Xiaolu came again, and the two girls lightly placed a Thermos, Xue Xiaolu lowered her voice and asked, "Do you think he is awake?"
Qin Luo said in a softer voice than her: "I'm in a daze, it's the same when I have a fever, he might know when you talk to him."
Xue Xiaolu leaned into Xu Ruchong's ear, and said in a low and soft voice: "Master Xu, remember to drink the soup when you wake up."
After she finished speaking, she thought for a while, then turned her head and said to Qin Luo: "Forget it, let's leave him a note, or what if he doesn't hear it?"
When the two of them left, the door was pushed open again with a creak, and a mouse-like figure sneaked in with a pen in his hand—it was Tu Tutu, who had malicious intentions, and he approached on tiptoe. Beside Xu Ruchong's bed, he opened his mouth and gave a silent smirk, pulled off the cap of the signature pen, and was about to write on Xu Ruchong's face, when he heard a light cough from behind—Su Qing was the one who came and went silently.
Tu Tutu's hands immediately froze, and Su Qing also said in a low voice, "Little brat, are you tight again?"
He came over and rubbed his palms first to raise the temperature of his skin. When it was not so cold, he stretched out his hand to test Xu Ruchong's body temperature just like Fang Xiu, and then pressed him down. After loosening the quilt a little, he picked up Tu Tutu and walked out with the emperor to order the princes.
Tu Tutu wailed softly: "I am the puppet emperor!"
The last group of visitors also left. Xu Ruchong suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on his side, facing the wall. His eye circles were still red, but there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the thermos cup on the bedside table and the note underneath. The note was light blue with a little lace. Smells a faint fragrance, at first glance it is something that girls like.
He didn't wear those big exaggerated glasses. His eyeliner looked a little thin, and the corners of his eyes were a little long, which seemed to add a bit of depth. Xu Ruchong's expression was a little complicated. The wall said: "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Su Qing came out of Xu Ruchong's lounge, and dragged Tu Tutu to the sixth floor without saying a word. There was no clue on his face, and Tu Tutu peeked at him, not sure how the Supreme Emperor planned to deal with it. I had no choice but to follow him up humming "Uneasy" all the way, but Su Qing just threw him into the room and briefly instructed: "Go ahead and play, and close the door. If someone knocks on the door, just pretend you're not there." .”
Tu Tutu looked at him with big eyes blinking, Su Qing paused, and touched his head.
Tu Tutu raised his fists, straightened his back and said, "Xingya, go! Burn your small universe!"
Su Qing looked at him for a while, then commented: "Go away, is there a short Athena like you?"
Then he gently closed the door, and turned to Cheng Weizhi's room.
Cheng Weizhi let him into the room very enthusiastically. After Su Qing went in, he took a look at Cheng Ge—still the same, squatting aside, immersed in his own world, just glanced at him, and lost interest. He lowered his head and went to do his own thing. His hands were full of colorful paints, and he was painting a landscape painting.
Cheng Weizhi noticed Su Qing's gaze, sighed, and said to his son, "Cheng Ge, raise your head and say hello to the guests."
Cheng Ge still reacted a little to his words, slowly raised his head, turned his eyes to Su Qing, raised his hand holding the paintbrush, and waved to Su Qing slowly: "Hi." The paintbrush was on the face There was a yellow mark on it.
Su Qing also waved to him with a smile, and Cheng Ge looked at Cheng Weizhi, as if he was a good boy waiting for further instructions. Cheng Weizhi said softly, "Show us what you are drawing?"
Cheng Ge took a while to react, nodded, and clumsily raised the drawing board above his head. On it was a large golden flower field, and a small house was drawn in the distance. The smoke and the flower field moved together with the wind. Although Cheng Ge has never learned it, he can use perspective very well. The picture extends far away as if it is going to stretch to the end of the world, boundless, with a large blue sky and low white clouds behind it.
"Oh, the painting is really good, you are really a living Van Gogh." Su Qing praised sweetly, then quickly changed the subject, turned her head and asked Cheng Weizhi, "His paintings are all thought up by himself, or Have you ever been to a place like this?"
Cheng Weizhi's attention was still on his son, and he followed his voice and continued naturally: "Some of them have been there, and some may be photos, or what we saw on TV, we ordinary people may see Forget it at a glance, he sometimes draws it—Cheng Ge, take out your other works and show us."
Su Qing looked on coldly, feeling that the old professor was like an ordinary father, ecstatic about every little achievement of his son, and he didn't want to show it to others all the time.
Cheng Ge brought a large picture folder, and obediently handed it to the two of them. Like a patient preschool teacher, Cheng Weizhi pointed to each picture and asked, "What is Cheng Ge's painting? Cheng Ge's painting What is it?"
Cheng Ge couldn't speak well, as if he had a piece of hot tofu in his mouth, he was slurred, and he would drool when he talked too much, and he could only utter one or two words at a time, and sometimes he didn't speak the right words. But the old professor was not in a hurry, and neither was he.
Su Qing sat silently on the side, paying attention to the interaction between the father and son and the drawings.
Soon, they turned to the abnormal painting, and Su Qing suddenly interjected: "Cheng Ge, where is this painting?"
Cheng Ge turned around to look at him in a daze, and repeated his question: "Where...in?"
Cheng Weizhi's attention was also attracted, he let out a "huh" and asked, "Cheng Ge, why is this painting so gray, is it from an old photo?"
Cheng Ge nodded - but his nod did not mean affirmation, he would also nod when he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.
"It looks like something so gray makes people feel in a bad mood." Cheng Weizhi said to Cheng Ge clearly and clearly, "It's just not happy."
"Dad... Dad is not happy?"
"We want to paint a lot of sunshine and colors." Cheng Weizhi said, pointing to his bright new works, "We paint this kind of painting, not this kind of painting."
Cheng Ge didn't know if he understood. He looked at this and then that, and finally nodded ignorantly.
Su Qing took the opportunity to say: "Then just give it to me, I happen to be missing two murals in my room."
Cheng Weizhi smiled and said to Cheng Ge: "Give some of your paintings to Su Qing, okay?" Seeing that Cheng Ge couldn't fully understand, he dragged out his voice again, and picked up a painting very slowly. , handed it to Su Qing and said, "Send it to him, okay?"
Cheng Ge nodded again.
Su Qing said: "Then I will not be polite."
Then he picked a few, put the gray one on his lap, lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and asked again with a tentative meaning that others could not see: "Uncle Cheng, I don't know Did you hear about what happened last night, I still don’t quite understand, why I can activate dual-core energy crystals, but others can’t?”