Learn about the human body

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright, and the sun shone through the curtains and filled the desk.Tang Qizhen opened it in a daze, and found that he had fallen into the warm bed at some point. Looking to the side, Fu Yansheng was sitting on the bed, gliding his fingers gracefully on the touch mouse, his eyes slightly lowered. .

Hearing the movement, he turned his head and glanced: "Are you awake?"

Tang Qizhen nodded, only to realize that his restless little paws were still resting on the senior's belly, he retracted his hands in embarrassment, and quickly got up from the bed: "I'm sorry I accidentally fell asleep yesterday, don't be busy, Go ahead and give it to me."

"No need, I slept pretty well last night, and I feel much better today." Fu Yansheng replied lightly.

But his complexion is still very bad, his lips are gray.Tang Qizhen leaned forward and touched his forehead, and quickly got out of bed: "Take your temperature first. Are you hungry? Shall I make you a bowl of porridge?"

"I may not be able to take it." Fu Yansheng said in an analytical tone, "Benzodiazepines have a muscle relaxant effect, and stopping the drug suddenly may cause the smooth muscle of the stomach to contract."

"Doesn't that mean that your stomach hurts?" Tang Qizhen walked to the bed with a thermometer and pressed it a few times through the quilt, "Are you feeling sick to your stomach now?"

"It's okay to rest in bed, and there is a high probability that you will vomit after eating." Fu Yansheng took the thermometer from his hand and put it in his mouth.

The room fell silent, Tang Qizhen sighed, opened the door and went out.Fu Yansheng lowered his head and glanced at the time on the bottom right of the computer, and continued to look at the file.

After a few minutes, Tang Qizhen came in with a hot water bottle in his hands. Seeing that he had taken out the thermometer, he hurriedly asked, "Is it still hot?"

"37.5, a little bit back."

"That's good." He handed over the hot water bottle, subconsciously glanced at the mercury column, and heard him say, "I've thrown it away, you can just disinfect it."

"Okay." He nodded obediently, pulled out the alcohol cotton, and said, "I'll cook the porridge later. If you can eat, try to eat as much as you can. If you feel uncomfortable, go to bed."

The temperature of the hot water bottle relieved part of the pain, Fu Yansheng said it was all right, Tang Qizhen walked to the living room after confirming it was correct.

In order to adapt to renting a house, he specially studied how to use the rice cooker after returning home during the summer vacation, and also learned to cook a few dishes, barely able to make two dishes and one soup to confuse his stomach.Didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

He turned on the rice cooker to check the water level, and then went to the kitchen to boil water and wash rice. He was busy when he heard movement in the living room.Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Yansheng walking out unsteadily in a long-sleeved jacket.

"Why are you up?" he asked angrily.

"I don't like eating in bed." Fu Yansheng washed up scribbled, and sat down at the dining table half prone.

Seeing this, Tang Qizhen couldn't say anything more. He quickly put the rice in the pot, adjusted the porridge cooking mode, walked up to him and sat down: "Just wait for 30 minutes."

"Yeah." Fu Yansheng supported the back of his neck with one hand, trying to support himself so that he didn't look so bad, but his hair hadn't been washed for a few days, and it was drooping between his eyebrows, making him look very sloppy.

Tang Qizhen stared at his profile for a few seconds, feeling very bored.How could a good person get this disease?Seeing his weak look, Tang Qizhen couldn't help but want to reach out and brush away the broken hair poking in front of his eyes.Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, Fu Yansheng raised his eyes vigilantly.

He quickly retracted the hand he just stretched out, glanced at the side indiscriminately, and changed the subject: "Have you finished processing the documents of the student union?"

"Well, I have to give them a meeting the day after tomorrow."

"A meeting? Can you go to school like this?" Tang Qizhen asked worriedly.

"It should be almost there by then." He replied softly.

Hearing his erratic voice, Tang Qizhen was even more worried: "It's really impossible, you can ask Fei Zhibai to help you. After all, he has been with you all the time. He should have a high prestige in the student union."

He just hummed when he heard the words, noncommittal.Tang Qizhen stared at him for a while, and asked, "Speaking of which, after you were promoted, did Senior Fei become a regular?"

"No, the main part is now empty."

"That's it..." Tang Qi said in his heart, that Fei Zhibai must have been exhausted, and he was the leader alone, and he still has no reputation.

Fu Yansheng turned to look at him, not knowing what this idiot was thinking.

——Little guy, whether it is the minister or the chairman, I want to keep it for you until the day you are competent enough.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become a little more serious: "Xiao Tang, next semester will be recruited for autumn. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, I will try my best. And if I want to go abroad..." He almost blurted out, only halfway through the words did he realize something was wrong.

It seemed that he was determined to go out.Hearing the words, Fu Yansheng didn't know where the strength came from, so he cut his voice in disdain.

"But with all due respect, you are still far behind. After reading the first three documents you annotated for me, I can't find the point at all." Fu Yansheng coldly poured cold water on him.

"Really?" Tang Qizhen was really scared.

The senior didn't answer any more, and leaned over the table with half-closed eyes.Feeling a little embarrassed, he turned to look at the number on the rice cooker, expecting it to return to zero soon to break the deadlock.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the rice cooker made a "ding" sound. Tang Qizhen walked over and shallowly filled half a bowl of thin porridge and put it on the table: "Senior, eat a little."

He raised his head in response, took the spoon silently, and scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup mechanically, as if he couldn't taste anything.After eating, he lazily lay on the table and rested for a while.

Tang Qizhen saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't think of a way out, so he could only quietly clean up the dining table and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.It seemed that not long after, there was a hasty noise outside.Fu Yansheng coughed a few times and staggered into the toilet.

He'd had some nausea before, but since he hadn't eaten properly in two days, he figured he'd have to eat something.But hearing the sound of rushing water inside, his stomach became more and more upset.

"Senior!" Tang Qizhen rushed out immediately when he saw this, but the other party's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he closed the door of the compartment with a bang, leaving only the sound of retching that was trying to restrain himself from inside.

Tang Qizhen stood outside in a daze, at a loss.After a few minutes, the sound faded away, and the door was turned open again, accompanied by the sound of flushing water.Fu Yansheng's breath hadn't calmed down yet, so he walked to the sink, took a few handfuls of water to wash his face full of embarrassment, and then said, "I'm still a little uncomfortable, sorry."

"What did you say sorry to me?"

"It's a pity that I can't taste what Xiao Tang made for me with his own hands."

"..." Tang Qizhen was speechless for a moment, "It's not like I just cook it for you this time."

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really?"

"If there is a chance in the future." Tang Qizhen patted him on the back, "Go back to bed and rest."

But he shook his head stubbornly and walked unsteadily towards the sofa.There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and the sun is shining on the sofa at this moment.He narrowed his eyes and leaned crookedly into the light.

Tang Qizhen understood what he meant, took out the hot water bottle and stuffed it into his arms, and took out a winter coat to cover him.

The sun made him paler.Tang Qizhen walked a few steps away, but couldn't help looking back - he was lying there quietly on his side, the down jacket was pure white, with a brown-yellow fur collar, like an angel whose wings were covered with dead leaves .

Tang Qizhen's eyes froze as he watched, and he took out his mobile phone by accident, and pressed the shutter on the oil painting-like scene on the sofa.

He can always give people many different feelings... Then, if liking someone and painting are both careers of a lifetime, wouldn't it be better to choose to paint a lifetime of liking someone?