Xueba, wake up

Zhang Feichi, who was startled by Yansheng's cough for the fifth time, finally couldn't help but poked him on the back: "Are you all right?"

Yan Sheng still coughed shockingly, and waved his hands back without looking back.

"No, please take a leave." Zhuang Yuan said aside.

"I'll vote for leave." It was the first time He Zhonghe had seen someone with a severe cold. Yansheng had been languid all morning, unable to look up from class, lying sickly on the table.

The person who is usually too stable and strong is suddenly weak, and the contrast is particularly obvious. He Zhonghe is full of protective desires at the moment, wishing to wrap him in three layers of sleeping bags, put him on the bed, and then sing a lullaby and feed him syrup.

He Zhonghe had experienced this kind of non-stop coughing many times, and it was very uncomfortable. When he had severe pulmonary heart disease in primary school, he could cough up every morning.

"Go home and stay for a day, I'll treat you." He Zhonghe was about to stand up when he said that, but was held down by Yansheng.

"You are obedient." He Zhonghe looked at him.

"It's okay." After Yan Sheng coughed, his voice was hoarse, like chalk rubbing against a blackboard.

He Zhonghe didn't know what to do: "Oh, my dear brother, I'm convinced by you. If you miss half a day of study, it won't affect your first place in the exam."

He had a fever all night and it still hasn't subsided, and his temperature showed signs of continuing to rise. He went to the infirmary after school at noon to measure it, and it was 38 degrees.

"Hurry up and go home," the school doctor aunt frowned. "These high school seniors are the weakest. They study and stay up late every day. They collapsed. Are you happy?"

"Get an IV?" He Zhonghe felt that Yan Sheng looked like frozen meat just taken out of the freezer, and his face looked scary at the thief.

The aunt immediately objected: "Don't use the bottle, the super virus is raised in this way, and now the common cold is not easy to catch in the hospital..."

"Did you fight often before?" He Zhonghe asked him.

Yan Sheng sneezed: "I haven't."

"Let's go." He Zhonghe didn't use any more discussion tone, and directly pulled him up, "The fever is getting higher and higher, and I'm still taking antipyretics."

When the aunt heard this, she didn't object any more, she sighed and watched the two of them go out.

I didn't catch a cold for three or four years, but I caught a big one.

The snow on the road has been trampled down, the dust is full of footprints, and it is frozen. The snowplow is moving slowly on the road.

The scenery after the snow is so unpleasant, everywhere is cold and dirty, and there is muddy water wherever you step on it.

Hospitals are still overcrowded on weekdays. After all, injuries will not let people go just because of this.

The medical card issued during the summer vacation just came in handy, so He Zhonghe hung up the number and went to get the medicine bottle and needle.

After queuing for a long time to get a number, He Zhonghe sent Lao Zheng a WeChat message asking for leave.

The person who gave the injection was a nurse who was an intern, but she was very skillful and agile. Before Yan Sheng stretched out his arms when he walked in front of them, he pulled up his sleeves and tied the rubber tube hard: "Make a fist."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but He Zhonghe felt that Yan Sheng's whole body tensed up the moment he was tied to the rubber tube.

The little nurse wiped the back of his hand with an alcohol cotton ball, then quickly removed the needle bag and pulled out the plastic head of the trocar——

"Wait." Yan Sheng said suddenly, his voice was somewhere between a screaming chicken, a minion and a monster in the magic cave.

The little nurse paused, and He Zhonghe also turned to look at him.

Yan Sheng was awkwardly silent for a few seconds, and then said to He Zhonghe, "Cover your eyes."

He Zhonghe was stunned.

Although the half-dead bad cold patient is very pitiful, he is eager to laugh out loud.

Yan Sheng looked straight at him, but he didn't dare to look at the needle sticking out of the nurse's hand.

"Close it yourself." He Zhonghe couldn't help laughing when he saw his tense and painful face as if he was about to be executed.

This man fainted!

"...I couldn't help opening it half way through." Yan Sheng said, "Hurry up, my legs are weak and I'm dizzy."

And it's still a very serious dizziness!

"Hurry up." The little nurse urged.

He Zhonghe stood up and covered his eyes for him: "Is it alright?"

"Finger gap." Yan Sheng squeezed his hand firmly.

"Sister, please do it quickly, if you don't make yourself dizzy from nervousness." He Zhonghe still wanted to laugh, showing no sympathy.

He dropped his other hand to Yan Sheng's side, held his hand and squeezed it.

This fainting of needles is not hypocritical, some people are born afraid of this, see the physical discomfort of needles, it has nothing to do with age, gender, physical fitness and personality.

I could feel that Yan Sheng's hands were stiff, and his whole body was tense.

He could also feel Yansheng's eyelashes flickering in his palm, and flickering again.

… Fever, severe cold and fainting from needles can’t stop him from committing a crime.

The little nurse should have seen too many needle faints, although it is a bit against the law for a big boy with a height of 1.8 meters to faint.

The needle was inserted neatly, the leather tube was loosened and the tape was pasted on, and the little nurse adjusted the drip speed: "Okay."

He Zhonghe let go, and touched Yansheng's head twice.

The nurse went to give the next patient an injection. Before leaving, she took a second look at the two high school students who were holding hands and touching their heads. She felt that something was wrong with them, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. There was a strange sense of déjà vu.

The moment He Zhonghe sat back beside Yansheng, Yansheng tilted his head on his shoulder and smiled: "I fainted from fright."

"It's because you have a cold right now," He Zhonghe said, "Wait, I'll make fun of you in the future."

After the two-hour drip, He Zhonghe sent Yansheng back to the community. He and Lao Zheng asked for leave because it was impossible for him to use the excuse of "my deskmate is sick and I have to accompany him", so he could only go back to continue class.

Yan Sheng carried a bag of medicine into the family home. After the injection, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the fever subsided a little.

In fact, compared with a cold and fever, the injection just now is the most tormenting.

Looking at the adhesive tape on the back of my hand now, I still have lingering fear.

The shining sharp needle just pierced into this piece of skin.

……terrible.

Yan Sheng couldn't remember the origin of fainting from needles. Anyway, he hadn't had a few injections since he was a child, but as long as he can remember, every time he saw a needle, he felt dizzy and broke out in a cold sweat.When I was a child, the children who were vaccinated were so frightened that they cried and hugged the adult's neck and did not let go, but he didn't make trouble, and fell to the ground without saying a word.

At this point in the afternoon, there were a few students walking sparsely in the family courtyard, all walking in a hurry with dull faces, wearing high school uniforms.

Today is the day off for the small class.The small class is different from them. They only have a big break once every three weeks, and it is on Monday, just one afternoon.

It's hard to imagine how the small class survived without falling ill.

After entering the unit building, Yan Sheng felt his head sinking, probably because the hypnotic power of the cold medicine had taken effect.

There were also people walking upstairs, their footsteps were soft and deliberate.

Turning to the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Yan Sheng glanced up.

This look instantly made his drowsiness disappear without a trace.

The man just stopped and was bending over to put something at the door of someone's house on the fourth floor.

Without hesitation, he directly chased after him two steps and one step ahead.

Unfortunately, with the bag in his hand, he ran away.

The man was startled, and quickly ran upstairs, running against the wall, Yan Sheng raised his head and couldn't see the man.

After almost two floors, Yansheng was a little weak due to a cold and a fever, so he couldn't catch up. He only heard someone's door opening and closing.

It's on the fifth or sixth floor.

Sure enough, I live in this building.

From the scan just now, it can only be seen that he is an adult, wearing blue clothes, and no male or female can be seen.

There are a total of four households on the fifth and sixth floors, all of which should be occupied by people.

This narrows down the range a lot.

He went to the fourth floor to check, and the man left nothing behind.

But there was a faint fishy smell in the air, and Yan Sheng had a vague feeling that he had smelled it before, but now he was so dizzy that he couldn't recall it for a while.

While thinking about whether to knock on the door of these four households another day to ask, when he entered the house, the mobile phone rang, and it was Lao Zheng.

"Are you resting at home?" Old Zheng asked.

"Yeah." Yan Sheng responded, the college entrance examination is coming soon, the students feel a little uncomfortable and the teachers are also nervous, especially the top students.

Yan Sheng put down the medicine bag, washed his hands with the mobile phone under his shoulder, and then habitually checked to see if there was any cat food in the feeder.

Today's cat food is very full, and it's not in line with Hu Hu's style to eat it all morning, and the freeze-dried quail that He Zhonghe brought last night is still in the food bowl next to it, untouched.

Lao Zheng still told him to take a good rest on the phone, Yan Sheng responded and walked around the house.

No, the cat is not anywhere in the house, and the lazy sofa where it likes to nest most is also empty.

Yan Sheng stopped suddenly.

"For example, in your case, you can rest for a few more days. You can come back to class after you have fully recovered. Let He Zhonghe store the materials you have sent out for you for a few days. After two days in the twelfth lunar month, there will be another wave of influenza. If you are recruited, you don't have to take the exam..."

"Teacher," Yan Sheng interrupted him, his voice tense, "I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first."

Before Lao Zheng could speak, he threw his mobile phone into the sofa, walked quickly to the window of the living room, and checked all the windows in the house.

All windows are closed or screened, except the balcony.

The balcony windows were half open and the screens were left open.

There are a few flower pots with nothing but soil beside the window, which were left by the landlord.

Yansheng walked over.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see that there are faint paw prints on it.

He "huteng" suddenly opened the window and looked down.

There was nothing downstairs, it was empty.

When the cold wind blew, Yan Sheng realized that he was covered in cold sweat.