Life With You

Ling Yue took Qiao Aiwen to the outpatient clinic for medical treatment. When the doctor saw the two people coming in, he immediately showed a meaningful smile, as if he understood why Ling Yue had specially come down to say hello.

While taking the temperature, the doctor asked Ling Yue with a smile: Girlfriend?

Qiao Aiwen deliberately looked calm, but in fact her ears were already perked up.

Ling Yue stood aside and replied with a normal expression: Friend.

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips in her heart, but she didn't expect him to admit anything, saying that friends are better than patients or friends of friends.

Seeing that Ling Yue was not wearing a coat, the doctor asked again: Wearing so little and coming down, don't worry because there is air conditioning above. It's cold down below. Don't look back and catch a cold again.

Ling Yue said calmly: It's okay.

After he said this, Qiao Aiwen finally realized that Ling Yue only wore a brown turtleneck cashmere sweater and a white coat and walked with her all the way.

Turning to look at him, she said, Go back.

This was the second sentence she took the initiative to say to him after the two met today. Ling Yue looked at her and said, I will send you to the meditation room later.

Qiao Aiwen's temperature was measured, and it was 38 degrees 2. She had a fever. The doctor added another injection of antipyretic medicine.

The two of them walked out of the consulting room. Ling Yue sent her to the meditation room first and said, You find a place to sit down first, and I'll get the medicine for you.

Qiao Aiwen had been holding her breath for the past few days and had become angry. Her throat was inflamed and her voice was a little hoarse: No, I'll go by myself. You can go upstairs.

Ling Yue looked at her calm face, feeling unspeakably blocked in his heart, and replied: I can get the medicine faster than you.

Qiao Aiwen lowered her head to open her bag and took out her wallet. She didn't count it in detail, but it looked like seven or eight hundred. She handed it to him: I'm sorry to trouble you.

Ling Yue only felt a wave of bad energy growing from the bottom of his heart, and quickly spread to his internal organs. It was obviously anger, but he clearly felt pain and distress.

He thought about that day in the coffee shop under the mall, she was like this now, as if she was using money to set a boundary with him.

If it weren't for the fact that she was sick, Ling Yue would really go crazy. At this moment, he completely forgot that there was no special relationship between them. Why did she need him to give her money when she was sick?

Qiao Aiwen looked at someone who said nothing and turned away with a sullen face. She slowly took back the money in her hand, glanced at it, turned around and walked into the quiet room. She might have been too into the drama just now, and she wanted to be angry. Kill him.

Seeing Ling Yue holding his breath after getting his wish, Qiao Aiwen felt a little relieved, otherwise her cowardice and anger these past few days would have been in vain.

The recent batch of flu has been very serious. From the middle to the back, 40% to 50% of the patients are sitting in the quiet room. There are adults and children, but no one is willing to sit near the front, because the front is close to the door and is the wind outlet.

Qiao Aiwen didn't care so much. She chose a seat in the middle of the first row and sat down, because it was the most spacious and she could see the TV when she looked up.

As soon as she sat down, her phone rang. Qiao Aiwen glanced at the caller displayed on the screen and pressed the connect button: Hello, Brother Bao.

Yuanbao's voice came from the mobile phone: I heard Brother Sheng said you had a cold. Are you feeling better?

Qiao Aiwen said: It's okay, it's just that my throat hurts a little.

Yuan Bao asked: Where are you? I'm going to see you.

Qiao Aiwen said: No, I'm really fine, just go about your business.

Yuan Bao said: Why are you being polite to me? I'll take a look and give you something delicious.

Qiao Aiwen raised the corners of her lips and replied with a smile: Thank you, Brother Bao, I'm in Xiehe, the outpatient meditation room.

Okay, wait for me for a while.

OK Bye Bye.

Ling Yue walked in from the outside carrying a medicine bag and immediately saw Qiao Aiwen sitting in the first row. She didn't know who she was talking to on the phone, with a smile on her face.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Aiwen caught a glimpse of Ling Yue coming in and subconsciously retracted her smile. Just such a small detail successfully made Ling Yue 'hold grudge' again.

Ling Yue called the nurse over. When the nurse saw Ling Yue, her eyes widened with laughter and she said in surprise: Doctor Ling, why are you here?

Ling Yue replied calmly: Please help her get the injection.

Only then did the nurse see Qiao Aiwen and asked Ling Yue: Girlfriend?

Ling Yue said expressionlessly: No.

This time it was so categorical that I didn’t even say anything to my friends.

Qiao Aiwen felt unhappy in her heart, but the nurse could see that she was out of desperation, and muttered: There are many people with colds and fevers in this batch. Dr. Ling, you are wearing too little, be careful not to catch a cold.

Ling Yue stood aside and said calmly: It's okay.

Qiao Aiwen didn't know whether to be happy or cry. She finally saw that Ling Yue was so kind to everyone.

The nurse asked Qiao Ai Wen whether to pierce her left hand or her right hand. She said, Which one doesn't hurt?

The nurse said, I'll try my best to make it pain-free for you. It's convenient for you.

Qiao Aiwen looked at her two hands and saw that they were both kisses. She silently counted the formulas in her heart. In the end, her left hand lost and she raised her left hand.

The injection process was quick and not that painful, but it was scary enough. Qiao Aiwen turned her head to the right. Ling Yue looked at her appearance and couldn't help but said aloud: The more scared it is, the more painful it will be.

After the nurse finished injecting, she withdrew the tourniquet. Qiao Aiwen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put her hand aside.

Dr. Ling, aren't you busy today? the nurse asked him holding a tray.

Ling Yue said: I'll go up in a moment.

After saying that, he looked at Qiao Aiwen: Have you eaten in the morning?

Qiao Aiwen shook her head and said nothing if she could. In fact, she drank rock sugar and stewed white fungus.

Ling Yue said: If you don't want to eat and get an injection to stimulate your stomach, I'll buy you something to eat. What do you want to eat?

Qiao Aiwen looked calm: No, you go back to work.

The more she refused so calmly, the more depressed Ling Yue felt in his heart, as if when they met again, every word she said would stab him in the heart.

Too lazy to talk nonsense to her, lest he cause trouble for himself, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Qiao Aiwen looked at his back, feeling sad that he was gone like this. She couldn't help but feel frustrated, but she didn't want to stop him. Maybe it was because she had a sore throat and didn't want to speak, but in fact it was more because she was tired and didn't want to coax him. .

Looking up at the two bottles of medicine on the sliding shelf, she secretly thought to herself that if these two bottles of medicine were ordered and Ling Yue hadn't come back, she would completely fall out.

After sitting there for about fifteen minutes, a voice came from the door: Xiaowen.

It was a man's voice. Qiao Aiwen looked around and thought it was Ling Yue, even though Ling Yue had never called her that.

Sure enough, after taking a closer look, the visitor was wearing a gray windbreaker, tall and handsome, but it was not Ling Yue, but Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao walked over carrying two large bags of things. Qiao Aiwen endured the disappointment in her heart and called out: Brother Bao.

Yuan Bao put down the bag, took off his leather gloves and sat next to her, asking, Did you come alone?

Qiao Aiwen said: It's better to be self-reliant.

Yuan Bao smiled: I bought you Long Ji's Chaos Noodles, do you want to eat them?

Qiao Aiwen endured the sadness and nodded: I want to eat.

He took out the sealed takeout box from the bag, opened the lid, and gurgling hot air came out.

Qiao Aiwen was injecting with one hand, and Yuan Bao handed her the spoon and helped her hold the bowl: I'll take it, you eat.

Qiao Aiwen is used to it. Yuan Bao has been so kind to her since she was a child. He even gave her pigtails when she was a child.

Ling Yue walked in quickly from the outside, fearing that the steamed dumplings that had just come out of the pot would get cold, but he had already taken a few steps in, and then he saw someone sitting next to Qiao Aiwen, a man, helping her to hold the bowl. She was not ready at all. reject.