Did you get rid of the scumbag Bai Yueguang today [Rebirth]

Jiang Mingyu didn't speak.After entering the door, he went straight to find a chair and sat down.

"What are you doing here again?" Xiang Lin put down his pen.

After waiting for a few seconds, without waiting for an answer, Xiang Lin kicked the leg of the table: "If you don't speak, get out."

With a bang on the table legs, Xiang Lin frowned and retracted his feet: "Fuck."

Jiang Mingyu turned his head to look at him.Seeing that Xiang Lin still wanted to kick the legs of the table, Jiang Mingyu straightened his mouth: "Aunt Hong asked me to watch you."

"...I don't need to look at it." Xiang Lin said while secretly shaking his foot.This table leg looks inconspicuous, but I didn't expect it to be a genuine steel product. One thing to say, it really hurt when I kicked it just now.

Jiang Mingyu glanced at Xiang Lin's feet, and frowned again.

Xiang Lin retracted his feet under the stool: "Okay, you can go back. When Aunt Hong comes later, I will definitely say that you have been here."

Jiang Mingyu said nothing.

"I'm such an adult, I really don't need to look at it." Xiang Lin was speechless, "Hurry up and leave."

"I promised Aunt Hong." Jiang Mingyu still had a poker face, and there was helplessness in his voice.

"...Promise me a fart." Xiang Lin gritted his teeth, especially having the urge to throw people out with the chair.

Helpless, his stomach still hurts, and he has no energy in his body, so he can only settle for the next best thing: "Then when are you going to see it? Aunt Hong didn't say when she would come?"

"No." Jiang Mingyu stared at the door with his chest around his chest.

Following his gaze, Xiang Lin also looked at the door.It was empty outside the door, and there was no one there.

The two sat in silence for a while, and Xiang Lin slowly pulled the roll of paper, and continued to do the rest of the big questions.It's a pity that the first half was done smoothly, but the remaining half couldn't be done. Xiang Lin tried a few times, and angrily turned the roll paper back to the front.

The front is full of multiple choice questions, and Xiang Lin has already done half of it.He stared at the rest of the questions for a while, and suddenly a piece of paper was placed on the bedside table.

Xiang Lin looked back and found that it was a prescription.

"It's useless." Jiang Mingyu said with a cold face, "You can't see it without calculation."

"Thank you so much." Xiang Lin took a deep breath and pulled the paper in front of him twice.

After Jiang Mingyu gave the paper, he sat back in the corner in a daze.

Xiang Lin stared at the discarded prescription for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.He admits that he is a scumbag, but no matter whether he is a scumbag or a top student, he needs scratch paper for this kind of topic.So, where did Jiang Mingyu get the confidence to mock himself in such a contemptuous tone?

For some unknown reason, Xiang Lin grabbed the roll of paper and stood up with a bang.

Jiang Mingyu turned to look at him.

"What's the choice for this question?" Xiang Lin pointed to one of the multiple-choice questions.

Jiang Mingyu narrowed his eyes.

"You can't see it either?" Xiang Lin raised his eyebrows.

"A." Jiang Mingyu said.

Xiang Lin also chose A. Before Jiang Mingyu came, he had already drawn a big check mark under A.Xiang Lin pouted, and pointed to another question: "What about this one?"

Xiang Lin didn't do this question, and the four answers of ABCD were clean, with no ticks or crosses.

Jiang Mingyu narrowed his eyes again: "B."

"I didn't do it anyway, who knows if you chose the right one." Xiang Lin muttered softly.Seeing Jiang Mingyu squinting his eyes, Xiang Lin suddenly thought: Jiang Mingyu was already short-sighted at this time - in his previous life, Xiang Lin discovered that Jiang Mingyu was short-sighted during the eleventh period, and dragged him to get glasses.

But in the next life, Xiang Lin would not mention this.He just casually pointed to the third way: "What about this one?"

Jiang Mingyu squinted his eyes for a while, but said nothing.

"No more?" Xiang Lin was a little proud. Although he didn't know how to do this question, the pleasure of knowing that Jiang Mingyu couldn't know it was obviously greater than the aggrieved feeling that he couldn't.Xiang Lin shook the roll paper in his hand, and slightly bent his eyes: "Unexpectedly, you can't do it either?"

Jiang Mingyu frowned: "I can't see clearly."

"Come on." Xiang Lin raised his eyebrows, "I can see the first two clearly, but why can't I see this one?"

"I did." Jiang Mingyu said.

Xiang Lin was stunned.

Jiang Mingyu probably felt that he didn't understand. Although his face was a little impatient, he still spoke again: "I've done the first two, just read the question number."

Xiang Lin touched the tip of his nose.

Something was wrong with Jiang Mingyu today.Although he had a cold and troublesome face as usual, his attitude towards himself was definitely not right.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for Jiang Mingyu to talk to himself, let alone explain himself.As the saying goes, there must be a demon if you act abnormally, Xiang Lin touched the tip of his nose again, and prayed that Aunt Hong would come back soon.

While he was praying, Jiang Mingyu got up and took two steps towards the bedside table.

"The lengths of k chords at a point p(10, 0) within the circle x?+y?-5x=3 form an arithmetic sequence, and the minimum chord length is the first item a1 of the sequence, and the maximum chord length is the last item of the sequence ak, if the tolerance d∈[1/3, 1/2], then the value of k cannot be?” After reading the question stem, Jiang Mingyu read out the remaining four options, “A.4, B.5 , C.6, D.7."

"Yes, that's the question." Xiang Lin returned to his senses, "What question should you choose?"

"A." His voice fell, and Jiang Mingyu had already given the answer.

"Haven't you never done it?" Xiang Lin was startled.

Jiang Mingyu twitched his eyelashes slightly, and sat back in his original position.

Xiang Lin wanted to say something more, but there was a sound outside the clinic.He threw away the rolled paper and stood up abruptly: "Aunt Hong, you've come back."

Seeing Xiang Lin's enthusiasm, Wu Hong was taken aback: "Ah? Xiaoyu, isn't he..."

"I'm here." Jiang Mingyu walked to the door.

"Are you still there? I'm sorry to trouble you." Seeing Jiang Mingyu, Wu Hong was a little surprised.She hesitated for a while, then patted Jiang Mingyu on the shoulder and whispered something, Jiang Mingyu nodded quickly.

Wu Hong was obviously relieved.She wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned to Xiang Lin and said, "I'll give you an infusion immediately, and when the infusion is over, Xiaoyu will pull out the needle for you."

"What?" Xiang Lin was shocked.

"Xiaoyu is very good at pulling out needles. When he was a child, he pulled out by himself." Wu Hong said while preparing things, "I just talked to Xiaoyu, and he will stay with you tonight."

"...Just say what?" Xiang Lin was completely dumbfounded.

"Auntie's house is in a hurry. I don't know how long it will take." Wu Hong explained while taking a purple needle.Quickly helping Xiang Lin infuse the liquid, Wu Hong left in a hurry.

Looking at the consultation room where there were two people left again, Xiang Lin didn't want to do the question, and Huamei didn't want to eat either.He lifted the quilt and shrank back on the bed.

It might be that the appendicitis flared up more violently at night, or it might be that he was frightened by Jiang Mingyu's company at night. Xiang Lin tossed and turned on the bed twice, feeling a worse headache and chills.

Xiang Lin stretched out a hand from under the tightly wrapped quilt, and touched his forehead randomly, but couldn't tell if the burn was getting worse.

Jiang Mingyu got up and walked over: "What's wrong?"

"I'm dying." Xiang Lin was weak.

Jiang Mingyu raised his hand to touch Lin's forehead.It was burning hot under his palm, he froze for a moment, turned his head and walked away.

Xiang Lin shouted to his back: "Don't look for Aunt Hong. It's just a fever, and I won't die for a while."

Jiang Mingyu paused slightly, but he didn't stop opening the door.After walking out the door, he slammed the door down hard, with a loud bang.

Xiang Lin scratched the tip of his nose and muttered in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Within a few minutes, the door was pushed open again. Jiang Mingyu held a glass bottle in his right hand and a towel in his left.After he walked in, he put the glass bottle on the bedside table first.

Xiang Lin tilted his head to look, and there was medical alcohol written on the bottle.

After putting the bottle away, Jiang Mingyu leaned over and took out a plastic basin from under the bed.

Drowsy brain reacted for a while, Xiang Lin suddenly thought of an unreliable guess.As if to confirm his guess, Jiang Mingyu poured a small half bottle of alcohol into the basin.

"Could it be that you want..." Xiang Lin asked tentatively, "Physical cooling?"

Jiang Mingyu nodded.

"Don't! Don't!" Xiang Lin's eyes widened sharply.Ignoring the need to wrap the quilt again, he firmly pressed Jiang Mingyu's arm with the hand that didn't have an IV drip: "If you do this, you might as well let me burn to death."

The fiery temperature spread to the skin through the fabric, and Jiang Mingyu straightened the corners of his mouth.After hesitating for a few seconds, he said coldly, "Aunt Hong's father is lost, and she won't be back for a while."

Wu Hong can't come back = there is no other way to reduce the fever = only alcohol wipes can be used to cool down.

Xiang Lin understands the truth, and even he can put aside the question of whether he should be ashamed, but this pot...

"I beg you." Xiang Lin fixed his eyes on the basin, "I don't know how many people have used this basin."

Jiang Mingyu frowned: "I didn't plan to..."

"I didn't intend to take the basin away." Xiang Lin choked on his neck, then softened his voice, "I have appendicitis, you know that?"

Jiang Mingyu didn't speak.

"I haven't eaten much all day, I have a fever, and my stomach hurts badly." Xiang Lin pushed the basin out in disgust, while taking a deep breath, "I admit that I am hypocritical, afraid of pain, and have a cleanliness. But now I It's really hard, so don't bother me, okay?"

After speaking, Xiang Lin didn't look at Jiang Mingyu's expression again.

He put the quilt over his head, closed his eyes and began to pretend to be asleep.It may be that the shame after pretending to be pitiful is too surging, or it may be that the fever is too severe, Xiang Lin closed his eyes for a while, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, he felt someone touching his forehead, and after a while, there was a hint of coolness on his neck and arms.Xiang Lin hummed twice, and vaguely heard the sound of water and the sound of plastic bags.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a soft knock on the door.After the noise, the sound of water and plastic rubbing disappeared.

Is this not wiped?Xiang Lin thought in a daze, it's quite comfortable to wipe like this, how could the nurse not wipe it if he didn't?Soon he realized that he was lying in the rural health center at the moment, where did the nurse come from?

If there is no nurse, who is washing the towels?Also, what's up with the plastic sound?Some kind of speculation gradually surged in his heart, and Xiang Lin reluctantly opened his eyes.

There was still the dirty basin on the bedside table, but there was a plastic bag inside the basin. The towels and warm water were placed in the plastic bag and did not touch the basin itself.

Just after seeing this clearly, the door opened again, and Xiang Lin quickly closed his eyes.After the sound of rushing water, Xiang Lin felt that the temperature of the towel on his arm was a little higher.

The scourge turned out to be to fetch hot water?Xiang Lin curled up his fingertips quietly.Because of the infusion, his fingertips were icy cold, and he was a little stiff just curled up like this.

Jiang Mingyu wiped it twice more and put down the towel.

Immediately, Xiang Lin's hand that was rushing to infuse the infusion was lifted up, followed by a slight tingling sensation.

After pulling out the needle, Jiang Mingyu pressed the back of Xiang Lin's hand for a while, probably noticing the movement of his fingers curled up, so he rubbed Xiang Lin's cold fingertips again.

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There are still three chapters at 24 o'clock, hehe (o^^o)