Pain at minus 7 degrees Celsius

When Cheng Yue rang the call bell in the morning and Qiao Jiawen rushed over, Xiao Hao had already fainted from the fever and entered a semi-comatose state.At that time, Cheng Yue was curled up in the quilt with his back to Xiao Hao, the quilt on his body was tightly wrapped into a ball, his hair was already wet with sweat, his eyebrows were tangled and twisted into a ball, but he was desperately restraining the breach And out of the groan.

Looking at Cheng Yue's appearance, Qiao Jiawen knew that he must have convulsions again, and hurriedly ordered the nurse to get the antispasmodic injection, but Cheng Yue reluctantly stretched out a hand to stop him, and spoke weakly.

"Show him first."

Qiao Jiawen is too familiar with Cheng Yue's stubbornness and stubbornness. He knows that if he doesn't show Xiao Hao that Cheng Yue is on time, he won't let him touch him at all. Sighing, he helped Xiao Hao to the accompanying bed next to him and helped him lie down.

After a brief inspection, I ordered the nurse to dispense the medicine.

"It should be a cold and fever caused by the wind and cold. It is estimated that I have been tired recently, resulting in insufficient resistance. After the injection, I will be fine after the fever subsides."

Cheng Yue insisted on waiting for the nurse to take the medicine from the pharmacy, and watched Qiao Jiawen hang water on Xiao Hao, and then let out a sigh of relief. At that time, Cheng Yue's body was completely wet with sweat, sticky sticky On the body.

Qiao Jiawen pushed him the antispasmodic injection, and watched beside him for a long time, and Cheng Yue's body, which was tensed into a ball, gradually relaxed.

After that, Cheng Yue asked Qiao Jiawen to change the ward for him, and You Qi confessed that he was not allowed to tell Xiao Hao.Qiao Jiawen, who didn't know why, even made a joke, but he didn't expect that the pain that Cheng Yue had just relieved would come back again. Cheng Yue's extremely indifferent expression appeared on his face again, so Qiao Jiawen remained silent.

Qiao Jiawen felt abnormal.

Based on his understanding of Cheng Yue, although he is indifferent and estranged, although he is arrogant and self-reliant, he will not make trouble for no reason, and will not be capricious.

He could feel the changes in Cheng Yue in the past few days. Although this time he had to go to the hospital directly, but this time the hospitalization was not as dull and lonely as usual, not as anxious as before, as if he was waiting for something. Xiao Hao's company these past few days seemed to make Cheng Yue gradually let go of his guard a little bit, and he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with him, maybe he didn't realize it himself?

But this time, Xiao Hao poked Cheng Yue's sore spots regularly or touched his reverse scales to make Cheng Yue so abnormal.

While thinking about it, Qiao Jiawen walked to Cheng Yue's ward. After a toss just now, and the water and rice haven't been eaten, he must be feeling bad now.When he just came here, he brought another serving of millet porridge to Cheng Yue. How could his stomach trouble be cured if he didn't eat like this all the time.

Pushing open the door, Cheng Yue had already woken up, lying quietly on the hospital bed and turned his head to look out the window.

At that moment, a word popped out of Qiao Jiawen's mind, lonely.

The morning sun shone in through the glass of the window, cast a faint golden color on Cheng Yue's face, and the shadows scattered on the white wall behind him carried an indescribable depression.

Qiao Jiawen looked at the dazzling sunlight, and a sour feeling slowly rose in his nose and heart.

Xiao Hao ran out to look for Cheng Yue once after hanging the water, ran to his office, ran to every operating room, looked for Qiao Jiawen, and even ran back to Cheng Yue's apartment to look for Cheng Yue again, but there was no Cheng Yue. figure.

A good person is like suddenly disappearing from the world. Qiao Jiawen kept silent about it, and Xiao Hao was almost hysterical and razed the hospital to dig three feet.

In the end, it was sent back by Qiao Jiawen's soft words.

"He said he didn't want to see you."

Xiao Hao felt as if he was standing in the snow in winter and was poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, his heart was tangled up and hurting badly.He also felt like an annoying person who was pushed to the execution ground to be executed by shooting, and he was already dead before the verdict was issued in the end.

That night, Xiao Hao's body temperature soared to 40 degrees and he was sent to the hospital again. Qiao Jiawen was on duty in Cheng Yue's ward and called in with the phone. He heard the voice coming from the receiver.

Cheng Yue opened his eyes, and waved his hands at him with his usual calm eyes.

"Go and have a look, I'll sleep."

Then turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qiao Jiawen rushed to the emergency room.

There was still a patient lying in the ward over there who was so calm that he didn't ask or speak except for a sip of millet porridge all day long.

The guy here was still running around during the day, panting and beating like a thunderbolt, but at night he looked half-dead, his whole face was flushed red, his consciousness was blurred, his lips were slightly white and flakes.

Qiao Jiawen did a routine blood test and ruled out pneumonia.After confirming that it was just a common high fever, he prescribed a higher dose of antipyretic medicine, watched the nurse put water on him and sent him to the ward before leaving in peace.

As soon as Qiao Jiawen went out, Cheng Yue shrank back, and his stomach began to twitch. Cheng Yue, who has always been proud of his forbearance, really didn't want to show his vulnerable side to others, even if Qiao Jiawen knew , How excruciating is the pain that makes people lose their patience when it hurts.

I just heard that Xiao Hao fainted and was sent to the hospital. Although he was not moved on the surface, his heart trembled, with a little bit of unusual worry. Out of a cold sweat.

Xiao Hao, why bother?

Two people who guard the past are not reconciled to being inseparable in the present.How can we bid farewell to the past with peace of mind? This kind of hard pursuit seems to be a way to relieve the loneliness that cannot be suppressed in the heart.

You are used to the common sense that sowing in spring will result in harvest in autumn, but you have neglected that in the process of waiting for the harvest, there will always be wind and rain, even damage from yourself.

The so-called hurt, the so-called inability to let go, the so-called inability to get it, the past is the past, but we are still clinging to it, insisting on untiing those ugly scabs to reveal the bloody look, I don’t know , but this has affected more people around.

What's more, how can a person like me deserve the word happiness?

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