river bank, river bank

Seven thirty-five in the evening.

Bai San huddled in the quilt like a little turtle for a day, his head drowsy, and he glanced at the owl wall clock. After a while, he got in touch with the reflex arc, and wanted to continue to sleep. After rubbing enough, he slowly followed Jiang An's arm. slide.

The quilt is another paradise.

"Do you have a thermometer at home?"

He held the quilt with both hands to cover half of his face, his perception of the outside world was like a fog, and he heard Jiang An's question in a trance.

As soon as he raised his face, Bai San put a wide palm on his forehead, with just the right strength, slightly heavy.The hairline, eyebrows, and the edges of the eye sockets are all covered. It is a rich summer day when the white peach soda is taken from the cold drink cabinet, and there is a layer of fine water droplets on the outside.

The stranger's palm was about to leave, Bai San was in a daze with reasonable reason, and then he reacted slowly, buried his face in the quilt, only showing a pair of burning red eyes, blinking and blinking, trying to drive away the sleepy bug, He shook his head lazily.

"Go to the hospital."

Jiang An turned on the light, his brows and eyes were sharp, his stiff suit looked cold, his front shoulders were a little wet, and the melted snow stayed there.

Bai San twisted in the quilt, expressing his rejection with practical actions, leaving him with a cold back.

No, it's still snowing outside and it's very cold.

I don't want Jiang An's words to be solicited, but to inform.

Until Bai San was wrapped in his animal quilt and sat on the Jiangan car in a daze, outside the window were the long streams of molten molten light that flashed by the street lamps, and the silver light that fell quietly when illuminated by the car lights. It was snowing heavily all over the sky, and he couldn't remember exactly how it happened.

At hand is a thermos cup filled with hot water, an open tissue box, and a red pompom cuffed knitted hat.

The warm air was blowing in the car, and Jiang An put his palms on the steering wheel, driving very steadily.

His side profile outlines a hard line, his jaw is narrowed, and his eyebrows are like sharp edges. At this time, he is half-hidden in the dimly lit car, facing the white night and Liuhuo. With the traces of light that have flowed through countless turbid rivers, I can remember it for many years when I raise my eyebrows and eyes, and it is not easy to forget.

Jiang An looked sideways at him and murmured, "Still cold?"

After a while, Bai Sanweng answered "not cold", lowered his eyes and shrunk half of his face into the quilt.

He hoped that someone would find out that he was sick at home, because it would tell him that he was not alone, and he didn't want anyone to find out, because it would cause trouble for others.

"...Can I not go to the hospital?" He hoarsely asked in a low voice without any confidence.

Before the title "Doctor Jiang" blurted out, he thought it was a special event and a special place outside of working hours, so he changed his words, "Mr. At ten degrees, there are strange images in my mind, and I can’t speak clearly, but I covered myself with three layers of quilts and survived until the next morning, and this time it was quite light.”

He didn't mention that he didn't like the hospital. In that case, it would be too troublesome to explain.And most people who don't like hospitals are afraid to avoid doctors.

But he is not.

Jiang An didn't agree, nor refused, and slowly parked the car on the side of the road, turned his head, and looked at him seriously.

The tension of being clenched in the heart came again, as if learning to walk for the first time and stumbled, Bai San really wanted to set up an enchantment between him and Jiang An, only he could pass through, he could see the opposite side, Jiang An from the beginning to the end Unaware.

But the reality doesn't allow it, so Bai San can only look left and right, under heavy pressure, racking his brains to think of how to persuade Jiang An, when suddenly his gaze falls on the ice cream stand outside the window, and he has a flash of inspiration.

"Mr. Jiang, have you ever eaten snow monsters? The first layer is milk-flavored, the second layer is chocolate-flavored, and the third layer is milk tea-flavored spherical ice cream. It happens to be sold here. I can eat three big snow monsters in one go."

After he finished speaking, he patted his stomach, saying that it was not a problem, but it was a pity that he was wrapped in a thick quilt and it didn't make any noise, which was a bit embarrassing.

Jiang An's eyelids were slightly lifted, and in the small and closed space, his voice was low and deep, as if it was close to his ears, "The Department of Respiratory Medicine and Department of Gastroenterology of the City Hospital are separated by two floors, very close."

It's better to say two blunt "no" and bluntly refuse.

Bai San froze immediately, he felt that Jiang An was threatening him, but there was no proof.

Probably his bitter appearance pleased Jiang An.

Jiang An took a step back, turned off the fire, and discussed with him sideways, "I'll go to the pharmacy to buy a thermometer, you measure it first, if it exceeds 38 degrees 5, go to the hospital for an injection, if it doesn't exceed, go home and take medicine."

Long live Mr. Jiang!

Bai San took a sip of the hot water, forcibly suppressed the joy of wanting to jump up and turn around three times, and carefully stuck out a finger, "If I don't need to go to the hospital, can I eat a big snow monster? Just one, I definitely Do not increase the burden on gastroenterology."

In fact, he didn't really want to eat it, it was because when he told Jiang An just now, he recalled it and blamed the snow monster if he wanted to.

Hearing this, Jiang An smiled, and victory was in sight.

Bai San grabbed his fingers and began to regret, he didn't expect to be so easy to talk, why didn't he stretch out one more just now, he was sad.

In the next second, he heard Jiang An casually say, "You can eat three."

Bai San was overjoyed, suddenly looked up his little head, his eyes narrowed into a bear biscuit that had been bitten by a big bite, his soft white cheeks were covered with sick pink, his smile was like strawberry milk, and there was a big "I'm ready" written on his face !" A few words.

"I don't mind waiting for you to finish eating and measure it a second time." Jiang An's thin lips moved lightly.

"..." Is this person a stinky baba?

Bai San was so aggrieved that his heart ached, he was silent for a while, then snorted in a muffled nasal voice, turned his head to the other side, he became angry.

The owner of the ice cream stand greeted Jiang An when he passed by, and Jiang An casually said, "Cold food is conducive to the growth and reproduction of pathogenic microorganisms in the upper respiratory tract" and walked by with a smile.

Jiang An came back with a thermometer. After years of experience, Bai San was quite sure about his body temperature, and it wouldn't exceed 38 degrees.

5 minute later.

Bai San, who had been nestling by the car door all the time, sniffed and pulled out the thermometer with great difficulty, "I definitely won't exceed it. I believe in myself. Doctor Jiang, you must never go back on your word. If you do what you say, people who don't count are idiots." dog……"

Jiang An raised his eyebrows, with his palms facing up, he closed them slightly, and put them on the handlebars naturally.

It’s useless to guess or empathize with fever, it’s no match for personal experience, Bai San is sure that he will get what he wants, after all, he is the patient himself.

He stretched out his arms and handed the thermometer to Jiang An's palm, firmly believing that he was within 38 degrees 5, so he didn't need to look at it, even when his eyes casually glanced at the numbers on the display screen, he thought so.

It won't exceed, no, no, no.

After that——he stretched out his arm, turned a corner suddenly, and tucked it back under his own arm. He lowered his head and said falteringly, "I didn't clamp it right just now, so I can't." 38 degrees with 6 fur balls .

Mr. Jiang believed it, or maybe he didn't. He turned on some soft music, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

For another 5 minutes, Bai San tried his best to be calm and cool naturally, still trembling with fear.Taking a breath, he slowly took out the thermometer, one eye was closed tightly, the other eye was slightly opened, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

"Bring it here." Jiang An said suddenly.

Bai San shuddered, the thermometer almost fell to the ground, biting his lower lip, he looked up at Jiang An unrepentantly, "Mr. Jiang, I didn't mess with it, why does it exceed 38 degrees 5, and it's so A little bit, did I eat its candy, it's so strange."

"Don't test again?" Jiang An asked with a smile.

Bai San was angry and said "Oh" again, and he clamped the thermometer again, maybe there is still a chance to reverse it.

The car also hit the road, heading towards the city center hospital.

On a snowy night, the street lights are sparse and the pedestrians are few and far between.

"Mr. Jiang, are there any soft candies in the hospital?" Bai San asked in a muffled voice, wrapped in a small quilt, and moved a little towards the river bank.

Jiang An kept his eyes fixed, "There are cold medicines, triple needles, respiratory physicians, and gastroenterologists."

Except sugar.

Bai San flattened his mouth, and moved a little further.

"Mr. Jiang, can you touch my forehead, it seems that it is not as hot as before."

While waiting for the traffic lights, Jiang An held the steering wheel with one hand and touched his forehead with the other. He paused for two or three seconds, then retracted, with his usual expression.

The red roof of the city hospital is far away from the blurry shadow.

Bai San pursed his lips, turned over the lid of the thermos cup he was holding in his hand, poured [-]% water, and handed it over with both hands.

"Mr. Jiang, the water you gave me is so sweet. It's sweeter than the water I've ever drank before. I haven't touched the lid of the cup, so I won't be infected. Would you like to take a sip?"

Jiang An stared ahead, listened to him quietly, took a sip from the water glass, and his Adam's apple rolled.

There is only one intersection left from the hospital.

Bai San moved towards the river bank again, tentatively stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes, and shook it gently.

"Mr. Jiang, are there any jellybeans in the hospital?"

Jiang An's voice was dark, "No."

"Oh," Bai San nodded obediently, looking at the palm he was holding on the shift handle, "Mr. Jiang, can you touch my forehead?"

Jiang An's thick fingertips brushed away the scattered hair on his forehead, and touched his palms.He pressed against it for a while, and took it back before he felt the coolness.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want another sip of sweet water?" Bai San whispered, "There's still a lot left, I can't finish it."

After another sip, the water in the lid of the cup was reduced by nearly half.

The blinking red beacon obstacle light on the roof of the city hospital was close in front of us.

"Mr. Jiang, are there any jellybeans in the hospital?"

……

"Doctor Jiang, can you touch my forehead again?"

……

"Doctor Jiang, would you like another sip of sweet water?"

……

"Doctor Jiang—"

Jiang An suddenly looked at him, his eyes drooping slightly, and behind him was a window of flickering snow flowing into the light.

"—Wang."

A puppy is a puppy, Bai San grabbed the quilt to cover his head, while uttering the word in a muffled voice, the corners of Jiang An's lips curved slightly.

The long and narrow body ran over the slush in front of the city hospital and passed by in a flash.

Drive towards the residential area behind the street.