Wear to the villain when he was young

During the inspection, Su Moran kept leaning against the wall and looking down at his mobile phone, surrounded by people coming and going, he seemed to be alone in one place.

When the examination results came out, he was called to the consultation room by the doctor and told: Fu Yunchuan had pus in his throat and enlarged tonsils, and he needed to be hospitalized for treatment.

He frowned and nodded, and walked out of the consulting room with the payment slip.

Hospitalization procedures are done very quickly.

Half an hour later, Fu Yunchuan was lying on the hospital bed with a drip in his hand, and his energy was better than before. At least his face was recognizable, not as white as before.

There is also a little color on the lips, but they are still a little dry.

He said hoarsely: "You go back first, the servant will come later."

Su Moran was still leaning against the wall, with his head drooping half-bent, tapping his fingers on the phone screen, not knowing what he was doing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Yunchuan said again: "You go back first."

Their relationship is not good enough to accompany the bed, so he always feels a little awkward here.

Su Moran raised his head slowly, put his phone in his pocket, walked to the hospital bed, checked the flow rate of the drip, and looked at the back of his hand, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he bent down and sat down.

Fu Yunchuan: "..."

The co-author just talked for a long time, but people didn't listen at all.

Just as he was about to say it again, Su Moran shot him with a clear gaze, "Does your throat hurt?"

"..."

"Shut up when it hurts."

"..."

Okay, it's not that I didn't hear it, it's just that I'm tired of hearing it.

Fu Yunchuan pursed his lips, and shut his mouth obediently. In fact, he couldn't do it even if he was disobedient. His throat was really sore, and it took a lot of effort to speak a word.

The fire is burning, which makes people feel suspicious of life.

The nurse came in with a thermometer and told me to take the temperature every half an hour.

Now Su Moran couldn't leave anymore. He shook the thermometer and said in a deep voice, "Take your temperature."

Fu Yunchuan: "But..."

Su Moran: "Once in half an hour."

Fu Yunchuan: "..."

Perhaps the nurse was afraid that they would forget, and when she was changing the liquid in the next ward, she came in again to remind her: "Now we need to take the temperature."

Su Moran stood up holding the thermometer, "Raise your arms."

Fu Yunchuan said awkwardly: "Give it to me, I can do it myself."

Before Su Moran could speak, the nurse standing at the door spoke first: "You can't do it yourself, it's inconvenient, let your classmate help you."

Fu Yunchuan ignored the nurse, stretched out his hand and said, "I can do it myself."

Su Moran stared at him with downcast eyes, with light flowing in his eyes. It was the first time he saw such an awkward child at such an age, and he was hesitant to take his temperature. He snorted and asked: "They are all boys, are you still afraid of me?" It depends on you."

Fu Yunchuan pursed his lips, his attitude remained unchanged, and he kept extending his hand.

Su Moran raised her eyebrows and asked, "You really don't need me to help you?"

It was rare for Fu Yunchuan to be stubborn and not compromise, "Well, myself."

As long as he thinks that he will take off his hospital gown and put the thermometer under his armpit, his heart will not tremble.

I can't say what it feels like, anyway, I just don't like it.

Su Moran reached out and tapped his forehead, and gave him the thermometer, "Okay, you can do it yourself."

Today he found out with conscience that he didn't want to fight the patient.

In fact, he thought about it, and after living for so many years, it seemed that this was the first time his heart softened. Before, he was invulnerable to every weapon.

Soft-hearted?

It is even more impossible.

He attributed all these changes to Fu Yunchuan's illness, after all, making the patient angry is not conducive to the recovery of the disease.

At eleven o'clock, the door of the ward was knocked open, and someone hurried in with two bags full of food in their hands.

Fu Yunchuan looked sideways and said in surprise, "Liu Chang, why are you here?"

Liu Chang put the things on the cabinet, raised his hand to pick up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, blinked and said, "Of course I came to see you."

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on Su Moran's face, and he continued to babble: "Brother Ran, I am the fastest. And the Wang Ji health porridge you mentioned, it is so fucking hard to find. Hey , What kind of chance did you know that place, fuck, I walked around there for 15 minutes before I saw it."

He took a bottle of water from the cabinet next to him, unscrewed the cap and filled half of it with his head upside down, then wiped the water from his lips with his hand, "By the way, the steamed stuffed bun shop in the south of the city is not open. I heard from neighbors that the old lady accompanied her granddaughter." My grandson went on a trip, and I bought buns nearby. Also, the tofu restaurant in the west of the city had too many customers in line. Do you know how long I waited there? 10 minutes, 10 minutes .”

Liu Chang chattered for a long time.

Su Moran waited for him to finish, then nodded expressionlessly, "Okay."

Liu Chang felt that it was worth it to get a compliment from him. If Brother Ran had praised anyone, he would have praised Brother Chuan. He was the second one to be praised.

"Wait." Fu Yunchuan interrupted, blinking, and asked, "Liu Chang, did you go all over the city to buy these things?"

Liu Chang: "Yeah."

Fu Yunchuan: "Who told you to buy it?"

Liu Chang sat down on the hospital bed next to him, leaned back, propped his hands back, swayed his legs and said, "Who else, of course it is Brother Ran."

Only then did Fu Yuchuan remember that Su Moran was leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone before sending WeChat messages to Liu Chang, and he asked Liu Chang to buy these food.

He stared at Su Moran in a daze.

Su Moran raised his eyes and met his eyes, and looked at each other for a few seconds before he moved away and said to Liu Chang, "Thank you."

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter." Liu Chang waved his hand and smiled, "I'm just running errands, and the money is all paid by Brother Ran."

Not long after, Su Moran transferred him another errand fee.

Liu Chang looked at the two zeros behind him and almost knelt down and hugged his thigh.

Fu Yunchuan looked at Su Moran and held back for a long time before saying, "Thanks to you this time, and thanks..."

Before the word "thank you" could be said, Su Moran cast a gloomy look.

Only then did Fu Yunchuan remember that someone seemed to have said, don't ask him to say thank you.

Well, he forgot when he got excited.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Liu Chang jumped off the bed and clapped his hands, "We have bought rice, let's eat."

He walked up to Fu Yunchuan, "Brother Chuan, I'll feed you."

Fu Yunchuan shook his head, "You guys eat first, I'll eat after the IV drip."

"Bullshit." Su Moran said coldly, "The food will be cold by the time you finish cooking."

"Then I can eat it cold." Fu Yunchuan said.

Seeing Su Moran's face darken again, Liu Chang tried to smooth things over, "Brother Chuan, it's your fault, brother, I went all the way to buy food for you, you have to eat together anyway, the two of us eat Whatever it is, come on, let's go together."

Liu Chang is just a young grass, he can put it wherever he needs it.

No wonder Xia Bing called him an idiot, not to mention, he was really an idiot.

After he finished speaking, he winked at Su Moran.

"Okay, let's go together." Fu Yunchuan propped up his arms to sit up.

Liu Chang bent down, "I'll come, don't move."

He shook the hospital bed, pulled the dining table over, and arranged the meals, "Shall I feed you or will you eat by yourself?"

It's fine for him to feed, but he's just afraid that Brother Chuan won't agree.

Fu Yunchuan: "Eat by yourself."

Su Moran looked at him and asked, "Where's the thermometer?"

Fu Yunchuan: "At..."

He reached out to touch it, but he couldn't find it for a long time. Damn, he couldn't find it.

Su Moran approached and reached out to lift his hospital gown. Fu Yuchuan pressed the corner of his clothes, "What are you doing?"

"Look for a thermometer." Su Moran stared at him, "Otherwise, what do you think I am doing?"

Fu Yunchuan let go of his hand, let him look for it with an uncomfortable expression, and finally saw the thermometer on the waistband of his trousers.

Liu Chang's cell phone rang, and he took it out to answer the call.

Su Moran lifted up his clothes, and stretched his hands to the waistband of his trousers.

Fu Yunchuan pressed it down and frowned, "You—"

Su Moran pouted, "There."

Fu Yunchuan followed his gaze, and saw the thermometer was inserted obliquely in the waistband of his trousers, and his head was faintly exposed.

Su Moran snorted coldly: "Still letting go."

Fu Yunchuan patted his hand away, "I'll take it myself."

Don't look at his serious and composed face, in fact, his heart has already been turned upside down.

Depend on!What the hell is going on, why is the thermometer inserted there!

If it was inserted any further, it would run towards his crotch.

Hold!Hold!Hold!

He took out the thermometer from the waistband of his trousers, raised it up and looked at it, it was still hot at 38 degrees five.

Su Moran asked: "How is it?"

Fu Yunchuan: "It's much better."

Su Moran didn't quite trust his answer. She took the thermometer from his hand and looked at it for herself. She wanted to say something but didn't say anything. She took out her phone and took a picture, and put the thermometer in the drawer.

Put the health-preserving porridge in front of Fu Yunchuan, "Eat it."

Fu Yunchuan stared at it for a long time without moving.

Su Moran looked up at him, "Why do I still feed you?"

Fu Yunchuan pursed his lips: "It's unnecessary, but can you give me some wet tissues."

"what?"

"Wipe your hands."

Washing hands before meals, this excellent traditional virtue has been with him for 17 years, and has formed a conditioned reflex. If you don't wash your hands, you don't eat at all.

Su Moran put down the spoon, "Pretentious."

Fu Yunchuan didn't refute, he opened his mouth and said, "Thank you—"

Fortunately, the latter word was not spoken, otherwise...

Someone will go crazy.

Su Moran didn't find a wet tissue, so she went to the bathroom with a clean towel, but when she came out, the towel was soaked in water.

He hooked his fingers.

Fu Yunchuan: "Huh?"

Su Moran: "Wipe your hands."

Fu Yunchuan: "Myself."

Su Moran stared at him condescendingly, and said not very face-to-face: "What are you doing yourself?"

Only then did Fu Yunchuan realize that it was really... inconvenient to use the IV with the other hand.

He slowly handed it out.

Su Moran held his hand and wiped it with a towel, not even missing the crevice of his fingers.

Feeling the temperature between his fingers, Fu Yunchuan thought to himself: His hands are so hot.

No, which of the two of them has a fever? ?

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are very angry, and it is common to have sweaty palms. That is to say, Fu Yunchuan is weak, and his hands are always cold.

Wiping and wiping, Liu Chang opened the door and came in. First he said "Damn it", and then teased: "Brother Ran, you are very skillful, do you often do it? Come on, come on, why don't you wipe it for your brother too."

Su Moran just finished wiping Fu Yunchuan, without even thinking about it, she raised her hand and threw the towel on Liu Chang's face, saying, "It's beautiful!"