[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

In the early morning, Huo Zhi developed a high fever.

When he opened his eyes, there was no pain or fever in any part of his body. He endured the nausea and took the anti-fever medicine, but he vomited it out in the next second.The stomach was churning and churning, and nothing could be stuffed in.

"Hmm..." Huo Zhi slumped to the ground softly, his face blushing abnormally.

This scorching unbearable feeling seemed to take away his sanity in the next second.

"Host, are you okay..."

In his mind, the worried voice of the system gradually became blurred. Huo Zhi wanted to tell him not to worry, but before he could make any more reactions, the light in front of him was replaced by sudden darkness, making him lose consciousness.

"How is he?"

"The fever reached 39.5 degrees. I just gave him a dose of antipyretic medicine, which will take effect after a while."

"Then when will he wake up?"

"It should be soon."

......

There seemed to be two blurred figures in front of him, Huo Zhi tried his best to open his eyes, but the things in front of him seemed to be covered by a piece of cloth, and he couldn't see anything clearly, except Qi Yan's face, which was so familiar to him However, the man seemed to look at him suddenly, and there was a flash of deep meaning in his eyes that had always been hiding disgust, as if... caring.

This realization made Huo Zhi want to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, he coughed again, how could Qi Yan care about him?It's too late for him to hate him...

......

"Huo Zhi, Huo Zhi?"

Huo Zhi wanted to raise his hand in a daze, but was held down by a big warm hand.

The man touched his forehead, "It's still burning, don't move."

Huo Zhi stared at his face, and blinked unrealistically after a long time.

"Chen Zhao... why are you here?"

"You still remember my name." The man standing beside the bed and smiling at him was none other than Chen Zhao, "As I said, I am a doctor and a family doctor, what a coincidence."

Fragmentary memories gradually became clear, Huo Zhi never thought that he would run into this kind person again.

"Then, I..."

"You have a fever, how are you feeling now?"

Huo Zhi's gaze slowly moved to the outside, "It's much better."

Chen Zhao also followed his gaze, "Mr. Qi is outside and needs me to call..."

"No, no need." Huo Zhi quickly grabbed Chen Zhao's clothes, showing a weak smile, "I don't need to trouble you, thank you."

Chen Zhao's heart skipped a beat, "You don't need to say thank you, I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

After all, he grabbed Huo Zhi's wrist, intending to help him put him under the quilt, but the young man slammed his hand away because of his touch. After a crisp sound, Huo Zhi said awkwardly and apologetically. He lowered his head and silently put his hands under the quilt.

"Yes, sorry."

Huo Zhi's heart was beating violently, but Chen Zhao smiled understandingly, "It's nothing, then you rest first."

"it is good."

After packing up the medicine box, Chen Zhao thoughtfully closed the door for Huo Zhi. Qi Yan, who was wandering outside, walked towards him quickly, but after realizing what happened, he stiffly slowed down.

"How is he?" His voice was also stiff.

Chen Zhao looked at him, "He has woken up, the fever has not subsided completely, and he has just rested again. Let him take some medicine at night, and his diet should be lighter recently. His health is very poor. If possible, please Take care of yourself."

After a long time, Qi Yan gave a cold "hmm".

Chen Zhao looked at the straight line of his lips, his cold appearance and the panic when he called him at the beginning were like two different people.

The scene of meeting Huo Zhi for the first time suddenly appeared in his mind. The young man was wearing a mask to cover up the scars on his face. Today's second meeting, the young man was lying unconscious on the bed with a high fever ...It seemed that Huo Zhi was getting hurt every time.

"May I ask, what is the relationship between Mr. Qi and Huo Zhi?"

Qi Yan said absently, "Master and servant."

Chen Zhao's heart skipped a beat, but he was still preparing to leave calmly.

Qi Yan didn't intend to see him off, but before Chen Zhao walked down the stairs, Qi Yan walked up quickly, the complexity in his eyes couldn't be seen.

"For a heart transplant, do the donor and the patient have to have the same blood type?"

Chen Zhao was a little surprised, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then what kind of heart source can make the patient live longer?" Qi Yan's voice was hoarse as if he came from another world, "If the heart is from a blood relative, will the operation be more successful?

"Theoretically... yes."

For some reason, Chen Zhao didn't think it was a good answer, but he still said it, and the deep meaning in Qi Yan's eyes slowly condensed, so thick that it was frightening.