Out of place

Xiang Xi was carried by Cheng Boyan to sit on the sofa, the bump happened to hit the brow bone, and it swelled up after a while.

"Take this and apply it," Cheng Boyan took a small ice pack and put it on his eyebrows, "Press it yourself."

"Hey, hey, I can't take it because it's too cold," Xiang Xi said, trying to frown but failed, and it hurts when he frowns, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anyway, it's just swollen."

"It hurts when it's swollen, and you can't cover it with your little band-aid," Cheng Boyan looked at him, "You're so stinky, Moxi is gone, can you bear half of your forehead swollen again?"

Xiang Xi thought for a while, clicked his tongue, and pressed the ice pack reluctantly: "I mainly want to eat noodles first, or the noodles will be so unpalatable after a while."

"It's okay." Cheng Boyan looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table, "It will be lumpy after cooking."

"Ouch," Xiang Xi leaned over to take a look, "Brother, your skills are really superb..."

"Eat slowly," Cheng Boyan handed him the chopsticks, "If you think it's too lumpy, you can... add some water and some soy sauce."

"...I'll just eat it." Xiang Xi took the chopsticks.

When picking up the chopsticks, he touched Cheng Boyan's hand, Cheng Boyan was stunned, and suddenly grabbed his hand.

Cheng Boyan's hand was a little cold, but his fingers were strong, Xiang Xi was so frightened by his sudden grab, he couldn't pull his hand out after two twitches, he stared at Cheng Boyan: "Brother...doctor Cheng...what are you doing? "

Cheng Boyan didn't speak, squeezed his palm, and touched his forehead, then let go, turned around and opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him, and took out a small box.

"You have a fever," Cheng Boyan found a thermometer from a small box and handed it to him, "Take your temperature."

"Oh! I was shocked, I thought..." Xiang Xi took the thermometer, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the chair, "I'll measure it after I finish eating the noodles. You can see that the noodles are so virtuous. After taking the temperature If you eat again, you probably won’t even be able to eat something like me.”

"Measure first," Cheng Boyan said very simply, sitting across from him, bowed his head and began to eat the noodles. After two mouthfuls, he added, "No one can eat this noodles now."

"I'm not that particular," Xiang Xi put the thermometer in his left armpit, pressed the ice pack on his head with his left hand, freed his right hand, and began to eat noodles, "Brother, your family is so advanced, why do you still use it like this?" The original thermometer, don't hospitals now use the kind of thermometer that looks like a gun, and you can know the temperature with a shot to the forehead."

"Mercury." Cheng Boyan put down his chopsticks after taking a few mouthfuls of noodles.

Xiang Xi looked at Cheng Boyan, he probably couldn't continue to eat it because it was too unpalatable, this skill is really hard to catch up.

But for Xiang Xi, he can finish the noodles. He has been eating casually since he was a child. If Uncle Ping is in a bad mood, it is normal for him not to eat for a few days. If he has to eat, he can basically ignore the specific taste of the food. It's like having no taste buds.

Apart from the slightly hurtful taste, the noodles are not too salty, and there are a lot of sausages in them, which is pretty good.

After Xiang Xi finished eating the noodles, he put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with his hand: "It's pretty good, but it's not easy to cook the noodles in soup."

"Let me check the temperature." Cheng Boyan stretched out his hand, Xiang Xi took out the thermometer and handed it to him. He glanced at it and raised his eyebrows, "You're fine, you've got a fever of 38 degrees and you still have such an appetite."

"Is 38 degrees high? How much is normal?" Xiang Xi touched his forehead, but couldn't feel anything.

"36 degrees 5," Cheng Boyan replied, "You don't even know what the normal body temperature is?"

"I don't know much," Xiang Xi replied nonchalantly, "Anyway, I haven't had a fever since I grew up...Maybe no one will know if I have a fever."

"Follow me to the hospital," Cheng Boyan stood up, "Is there any discomfort in your leg?"

"No." Xiang Xi picked up the trouser legs and showed Cheng Boyan his legs, "Look, it's all right."

"Change clothes and go to the hospital," Cheng Boyan cleared the bowls on the table, "You don't have a cold either, but you have a fever for no reason, so get checked."

"I... don't need it," Xiang Xi hesitated. As soon as he mentioned the hospital, he remembered that he still owed Cheng Boyan so much money. It would cost too much to see a doctor, and he was reluctant. "I didn't take care of my cough a while ago. Just be fine by yourself."

"Cough?" Cheng Boyan looked at him, "When?"

"Just a few days before I came to your place, I coughed for half a month, and I just didn't feel anything," Xiang Xi said, "I was born and brought up lowly, and this kind of minor illness can be cured by myself."

Although Xiang Xi felt that he didn't feel anything, and he didn't feel bad when he had a fever, he might as well have knocked on the door, but he was still taken to the hospital by Cheng Boyan.

After registering for him, Cheng Boyan hurried to work, and told him: "If you want to take the film and get the medicine, come to my clinic first to find me."

"Oh." Xiang Xi nodded.

Cheng Boyan was in the outpatient clinic today, and there were already a lot of people waiting outside the clinic early in the morning. Cheng Boyan quickly took out a pie from the drawer and ate it. He took two mouthfuls of the bowl of noodles in the morning and didn’t want to eat any more. It is estimated that things will not be available until noon.

As soon as he changed his clothes, the first patient who looked at him walked in, saying that his neck was uncomfortable, dizzy, and his hands were numb.

"Doctor, do I have a problem with my cervical spine?" The man asked nervously.

"Do you have a headache? How was your sleep?" Cheng Boyan opened his medical records and asked while writing.

"I don't have a headache, but I didn't sleep very well, and I felt a little groggy," the man rubbed his neck. "Does this have something to do with me lying on the bed every night and playing with my mobile phone?"

"How?" Cheng Boyan glanced at him.

"Just..." The man lowered his head, "That's how it works."

"What are you doing, you're just crouching your neck, playing like this every day?" Cheng Boyan frowned, motioning the man to sit on the chair in front of him.

"Yeah, just play like this." The man sat up.

"You seem to forget yourself in such a difficult pose," Cheng Boyan smiled, "How long have you been playing with your phone like this?"

"A few months." The man also smiled.

"Turn your neck back," Cheng Boyan stood up, and said to this person, "Go back, um, slowly turn your head to the left, and turn your head to the right... Do you feel dizzy?"

"No." The man followed his words and turned his head.

"Now lower your head and slowly turn left and right." Cheng Boyan supported his head.

"It hurts a little," the man said.

Cheng Boyan gave him a few more tests, then sat down and wrote in the medical record: "The problem is not too serious, but let's take a picture first, you need to change your habit of playing with your mobile phone, this position is harmful to the cervical spine. Big."

After the patient saw it, the next three were bone trauma. One of the old ladies hesitated when crossing the street. She was determined to cross the street, and then got hit. Fortunately, her son didn't embarrass the driver after he rushed to the hospital, otherwise he looked like a fake.

At noon, Cheng Boyan took some time to call Xiang Xi to ask how he was doing, when the emergency department sent another high school student with a fractured ankle.

The child screamed in pain, his face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears from the pain. He grabbed Cheng Boyan's arm and shouted: "Doctor help, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I'm going to die! "

"How old you are, bear with me," Cheng Boyan pulled his hand away, and asked the nurse to put him on the bed in the treatment room, "You just broke your ankle, and those who didn't know it thought your neck was broken. "

"Can you shout with a broken neck?" the child stopped howling and asked.

"I don't know, it hasn't been broken." Cheng Boyan checked his ankle, and the trouser legs have been cut off. "You are not serious, you are not screaming, you know."

"...Oh," the child looked up, then shouted again, "It's not serious! It hurts like hell!"

Cheng Boyan didn't speak, looked at the films brought by the nurse, and remembered the films of Xiang Xi back then, if he wanted to put Xiang Xi's injury on the child at the time, even if he didn't pass out from the pain, he would have fainted from lack of oxygen up.

People are indeed different. From being hospitalized to being discharged from the hospital, Xiang Xi basically didn't say anything because of pain and discomfort. Compared with these peers who are holding and protecting like petite flowers at home, Xiang Xi West is like thatch that can grow in the wild if there is water or not, it is very vivid.

After finally taking care of all the patients, Cheng Boyan had some time to rest. When he walked out of the consulting room, he felt his back was sore.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to dial Xiang Xi's broken number, when he raised his eyes and saw Xiang Xi, he was stunned for a moment.

Xiang Xi sat in the corner of the last row of benches, leaning against the wall and fell asleep, with a large bag of films placed on the chair next to him.

Cheng Boyan walked up to him, looked at his frowning eyebrows, did not wake him up, took out his film and took a look, it was a lung CT film.

Inflammation?

When Cheng Boyan reached out to get the medical records in Xiang Xi's hand, Xiang Xi opened his eyes, quickly retracted his hands, and then stood up with a "don't fucking mess with me" expression on his face.

When he saw clearly that the person standing in front of him was Cheng Boyan, he sat down on the chair again and continued to lean against the wall: "Brother, are you done with your work?"

"What did the doctor say?" Cheng Boyan touched his forehead, it was still burning.

"Pneumonia on the right lobe, just take a few injections and take some medicine. It's said to come early and it's not serious." Xiang Xi smiled.

"Didn't you tell me to come and see me before taking the film and getting the medicine?" Cheng Boyan said.

"I'm here," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "When I came here, it was like a war, and the man inside made my liver tremble, so I went to make a film by myself."

"Have you taken the medicine?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Here, I'll tell you after you finish your work, and then go get an injection." Xiang Xi smiled.

"Let me take a look at the list." Cheng Boyan looked at his flushed face, feeling his heart soften inexplicably.

"You are an orthopedic doctor who still reads internal medicine, do you understand?" Xiang Xi put all the medical records in his hand into his bag, "Brother, you asked me to come to you because you want to pay for me, right?" ? But I don’t think it’s expensive, three-day needles and medicine are four to five hundred…”

"Hey, your roll of money is quite big, four or five hundred is not expensive, right?" Cheng Boyan looked at him, "What about after three days of beating?"

"I'll be fine after that," Xiang Xi smiled and snapped his fingers, "Let me tell you, don't look at me as thin, I'm in good health."

"Wait for me in the injection room," Cheng Boyan patted him on the shoulder, "I'll buy you something to eat."

"Myself..." Xiang Xi stood up, glanced at Cheng Boyan, and said, "Okay."

Cheng Boyan bought bread and milk, and after Xiang Xi finished eating, the nurse gave him a skin test.

"It really hurts." Xiang Xi frowned and looked at the small bag on his arm, "Isn't it enough to just get an injection? Why is it so troublesome?"

"In case of allergies, you will lose your life." Cheng Boyan said.

"I'm not allergic, but I'm always allergic to steamed buns. When spring comes, my face becomes swollen..." Xiang Xi suddenly lost his voice in the middle of speaking, sat on the chair, stared at the small bun on his arm, and stopped talking.

"I have to go back to the consulting room." Cheng Boyan checked the time, took out the key and handed it to him. "After the injection, go back to sleep."

"En." Xiang Xi took the key and nodded.

Cheng Boyan basically had no time to do anything else in the outpatient clinic, and he was very busy today. He took two casual bites for lunch, and he was hungry after four o'clock in the afternoon. When he opened the drawer, he found that the last pie had been eaten in the morning.

After finally getting off work and seeing off the last patient, Cheng Boyan changed his clothes and called Xiang Xi's cell phone while walking outside.

He didn't get through for a long time, so he had to hang up and call the elderly phone at home.

No one answered, Cheng Boyan frowned, fell asleep did you hear?

After leaving the hospital, he didn't go to pick up the car right away, but went to the bakery opposite to buy a piece of bread, and felt comfortable after a few mouthfuls.

Then I drove to the supermarket again. There was still food at home, but Xiang Xi had a fever and pneumonia. Although it was not a serious pneumonia, he still needed some nutrition.

He called his mother and asked how he should eat.

"Why does that child still have pneumonia?" Mom was quite surprised.

"I don't know, maybe I didn't get well a while ago, but it's not too serious, what should I eat?" Cheng Boyan walked back and forth in the supermarket.

"High calorie, high vitamin, high protein, semi-liquid," my mother said, "if you have fever symptoms, drink plenty of water, eat more fruits, and eat less high-fat food..."

"...You can't just tell me what to eat?" Cheng Boyan felt helpless.

"In addition to fish and shrimp, lean meat and so on, lean meat porridge, or honey egg drop soup, I made it for you when I was young, and lotus seed and lily stew is also fine, but you can't do it reliably, something simpler Lean meat cabbage soup, let's use Chinese cabbage hearts..." Mom casually counted out a bunch of vegetables.

Cheng Boyan's cooking skills are not good, but his memory is quite good. He memorized all the dishes his mother said. He went around the supermarket twice and bought all the ingredients he needed.

He didn't know what it would taste like when it was made, but he just had to eat it. Anyway, Xiangxi gave him a feeling that he had lost his sense of taste, and he could finish eating such unpalatable noodles with a fever in the morning.

After returning home with a bunch of vegetables, Cheng Boyan rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a long time, Xiang Xi didn't come to open the door for him. He pressed it a few more times, but there was still no movement.

"Xiang Xi?" He called out a little worriedly, and kept pressing the doorbell with his finger.

The house is always quiet.

Too much sleep?Passed out?

Cheng Boyan threw the vegetables on the ground, took out his mobile phone and continued to ring the doorbell while dialing. He could hear the old man's phone ringing in the room, but Xiang Xi never came to open the door.

"What's going on?" Cheng Boyan called Xiang Xi again, but he still couldn't get through.

He was about to call 114 to check and unlock the lock, when the elevator behind him rang and the door opened.

Cheng Boyan turned his head and saw Xiang Xi running out of the elevator.

"Ah, ah, ah," Xiang Xi shouted while running, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother, how long have you been back?"

"Why did you go?" Cheng Boyan stared at him, "Didn't I tell you to come back and rest!"

"I went out for less than an hour," Xiang Xi took out the key and opened the door, quickly changed the shoes, and hung the clothes in the closet, "When I came back, I saw a job recruitment paper at the bus stop, so I made a phone call and talked about it, but the person let me go, I thought it would not be easy to find a job, I couldn’t miss it, so I went.”

"You have wormholes in your brain!" Cheng Boyan roared.

Xiang Xi was startled by his roar, and stood in the living room without moving or speaking.

"It's burning! Pneumonia! If you are told to come back to rest, you can come back and rest!" Cheng Boyan took the food from the door into the house, and slammed the door behind him, "What are you running to find a job now! What are you doing? It’s still flooded! It’s flooded, go to the toilet and control it! Hang your head on the balcony to bask in the sun!”

Xiang Xi opened his mouth but did not speak, and lowered his head.

"Who wants to drive you away?" Cheng Boyan suddenly couldn't continue cursing when he saw him like this, and went into the kitchen with vegetables, "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

"Eat." Xiang Xi replied in the living room, her voice was a little low, and she sounded very obedient.

"Lie down on the bed," Cheng Boyan said, "I'll call you after dinner."

Cheng Boyan tossed and tossed in the kitchen for a long time, and returned to the living room after washing and cutting the dishes that would be used in a while.

Xiang Xi had already entered the room, without closing the door, he could be seen lying in a ball with his face facing the wall under the quilt.

Cheng Boyan took the thermometer and entered the room: "Are you asleep?"

"No." Xiang Xi shook his head.

His voice was muffled under the quilt, but Cheng Boyan still heard the nasal sound in his voice, he paused and bent over to pull the quilt: "Crying?"

"No," Xiang Xi quickly retracted his head into the quilt, then poked it out and turned to look at him, "Why am I crying?"

Cheng Boyan turned on the light, saw Xiang Xi's red eye circles and nose tip, couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "It's quite obvious, I just scolded you casually, and you cried?"

"I'll just cry a few times." Xiang Xi turned his head a little embarrassedly, "I drank too much water and didn't bother to pee, so I just cried."

"Take your temperature," Cheng Boyan smiled, and sat down beside the bed. "I don't want to scold you. You said you ran out at this time, what should you do if your illness gets worse?"

"I know, I didn't just because you scolded me..." Xiang Xi rubbed his eyes, took the thermometer and clamped it, "Brother, you don't know me like this, I haven't been to school, and I don't know a few words , I don’t know anything... I am illiterate, how difficult it is to find a job, I am afraid that if I don’t go today, people will not want me, and there will be no such opportunity.”

Cheng Boyan looked at him, and sighed after a while: "What kind of job is it, do they want you?"

"I didn't say whether I wanted it or not, but let me wait for the letter." Xiang Xi smiled, with some anticipation in his eyes, "It's a fruit shop, looking for someone to watch the shop at night, I think I should be able to do this."

This kind of simple job was not hired on the spot. If you come back and wait for the letter, it is basically useless. However, Cheng Boyan didn’t say anything, but just smiled: “Then make it clear to the other side that I won’t be able to go to work for a few days. I’m sick. Only then can we go."

"I shouldn't have gone to the hospital. I didn't think I was sick when I didn't go," Xiang Xi whispered, "As a result, after hanging those bottles of water, I feel exhausted all over my body, and it's so hot and uncomfortable. "

"Lie down well," Cheng Boyan reached into his quilt and took out the thermometer, Xiang Xi's body was still hot, "38 degrees 3, did the doctor prescribe antipyretic medicine?"

"It's on, I took one, it probably hasn't worked yet," Xiang Xi rubbed his forehead, "Why don't I feel like I have a fever, isn't it hot?"

"The IQ is gone and you haven't burned yet?" Cheng Boyan stood up, "Fever doesn't just burn your forehead, your hands are as hot as your forehead."

"Oh, that's right." Xiang Xi laughed.

"You lie down for a while, I'll make a meal, the recipe given by Director Xu, lean meat porridge and honey egg drop soup." Cheng Boyan said as he walked outside.

"Brother." Xiang Xi called him.

"Huh?" Cheng Boyan turned his head.

Xiang Xi huddled under the quilt, covering half of his face, only showing his eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you, I just cried because you scolded me, but...the first time someone got sick when I grew up take care of me."