San Fu

Jiang Kuo returned to 119, and Ma Xiao was lying on the bed, looking fine.

Of course, he doesn't know what Ma Xiao's normal state is like. Ma Xiao is like an invisible person, who slowly began to appear after being injured yesterday, leaving some traces in front of Jiang Kuo's eyes.

For example, a small bread on the table, and a soy milk bag in the trash can.

This should be the food that Ma Xiao hadn't sold out earlier, and he brought it back for lunch and dinner.

"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Eat." Ma Xiao replied.

Jiang Kuo asked again while looking at his phone: "Can I still have another bowl of noodles? I want to order some noodles, but one bowl is not enough for the free price."

"You can order another fried egg or something." Ma Xiao said.

"I can't eat a bowl of noodles with an egg," Jiang Kuo said.

Ma Xiao hesitated for a moment: "I can't eat it either."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him, and it took him a few seconds to finally realize that he probably thought that this bowl of noodles was worth the money.

"I'm a treat, you can force it to eat," Jiang Kuo said, "Duan Feifei has a fever, if you don't help me eat, there will be no one left, I have to waste a bowl."

"...Okay." Ma Xiao nodded.

Jiang Kuo ordered two bowls of beef noodles, each with a double serving of beef.

"Why does Duan Feifei have a fever?" Ma Xiao asked.

"Who knows, I didn't expect him to be sick, and he dances like a perpetual motion machine all day long," Jiang Kuo said, "He can dance without sleeping...Maybe he stayed up all night and went to work part-time, no , it should be blown by the part-time job."

"It's possible, it's very windy today." Ma Xiao may have held back for a whole day without talking to anyone, and it was rare for him to come back and forth at the moment, "It hurt my eyes when I was out of the stall in the morning."

"You're pretty good," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Normally it's just a headache."

"I'm used to it, I'm tired." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo smiled again, Ma Xiao was okay when he had something to say, he wasn't too bored, maybe he could talk more when he was with Tang Li and Li Zirui.

"You should have ordered some porridge for him just now," Ma Xiao said, "If you have a fever, you'll be hungry."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "He said he would throw up after eating."

"I'll be hungry in the second half of the night." Ma Xiao said, "I can't find anything to eat in the second half of the night, so I can eat porridge when I'm hungry and warm it up."

"That makes sense, is millet porridge okay?" Jiang Kuo looked at it on his phone, "Isn't porridge too hungry? Braised pork? Braised pork? This restaurant has pigeon soup, it seems that this pork belly chicken is also good..."

Ma Xiao didn't speak, Jiang Kuo raised his head and glanced at him: "Is it okay?"

"...Let's eat something plain," Ma Xiao said, "If you eat these, you might throw up."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "I'm not as delicate as him when I have a fever, so millet porridge, red rice porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge...OK."

Ma Xiao sighed.

The takeaway was delivered quickly, and Jiang Kuo made two trips, and took two bowls of beef noodles and three servings of porridge back to the dormitory.

"Let's eat." He took a bowl of beef noodles and sat down at his table.

"Thank you," Ma Xiao got off the bed, sat down at the table, and said again after a while, "You are very nice."

"That's because you only know me now," Jiang Kuo said, "You knew me half a year ago, so you can't say that."

Ma Xiao didn't make any more noise, and buried himself in his noodles.

Probably because he was hungry, Ma Xiao ate like a dick, and before that, whoever made such a noise while eating in front of him would definitely have him kicked out on the spot.

But today Jiang Kuo was exceptionally tolerant, and with the accompaniment of Ma Xiao, he finished his noodles with peace of mind, and even wondered whether the movement might be made by himself when he stepped on the spot a few times.

After eating, Ma Xiao scrambled to take out the garbage and threw it away, but Jiang Kuo didn't stop him. Ma Xiaobai ate a bowl of noodles, and he probably felt uncomfortable if he wasn't allowed to do anything.

Besides the garbage, except for the time he was angry with Lu Haobo, he never dumped it again.

He didn't do the hygiene of the dormitory either. Tang Li said that as long as he can keep the quilt on his bed neatly folded, he doesn't need to take care of the table.

He took advantage of this moment to eat his face and warm himself up, went to take a shower, came out and played with his mobile phone on the bed, chatted with Cannon for a long time about yesterday, and Cannon sent him a message of two Benben dogs participating in a self-driving tour for the first time video.

Cannon's mother likes Benben very much, and even bought a small dress with a schoolbag for him.

Jiang Kuo forwarded the video to Duan Feifan.

After turning around, I suddenly remembered that this person was sleeping, and quickly withdrew the video.

After withdrawing, he froze for two seconds, then laughed himself for a long time.

"Aren't you going to see Duan Feifan?" Ma Xiao asked him from the opposite side.

"He's sleeping," Jiang Kuo said, "Shall I go and see him sleeping?"

"He may not be able to sleep when he has a fever," Ma Xiao said, "Sometimes he wants to drink water or something, but he also needs to drink more water and sleep more when he has a fever."

"Ah," Jiang Kuo propped up his arms, "Yeah, he has to get out of bed to drink water."

"En." Ma Xiao nodded.

"You're quite careful." Jiang Kuo jumped off the bed and ran out of the dormitory with three servings of porridge.

In fact, according to his habits, he would not go in to disturb people sleeping in the house, especially the quasi-single room like 107, which is basically the same as the bedroom at home.

But what Ma Xiao said was right, he was a patient after all, so he couldn't really just leave it there.

Although I don't know how to care for patients, formal visits are still necessary.

He stood at the door of 107, not knowing whether to knock or not.

After hesitating again and again, he coughed lightly twice, and then pushed open the door.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard Duan Feifan's voice.

"You're fucking back."

These words sounded full of emotion, quite vicissitudes, and even opened the fork.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Kuo walked over in the dark, put the porridge on the table, turned around and moved to the bed.

"Pour some water." Duan Feifei said with difficulty.

"Where is the water?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Where is the cup?"

"Turn on the light," Duan Feifei sighed, "Are you a bat..."

"Get out." Jiang Kuo groped back to the door and turned on the light.

Duan Feifei lay on the side of the bed, took off an arm protruding from the quilt, and beckoned at him: "Hurry up, water."

Throat is still crossed.

"You're so thirsty, can't you come down and have a drink by yourself? If I follow your instructions, I'll throw you here and leave you alone, will you die here that night?" Jiang Kuo was in a hurry, Duan Feifan's cup was on the table Well, he couldn't open the lid when he took the thermos pot, he pressed and picked it a few times before he realized that he could just unscrew it.

"Dizziness." Duan Feifei said.

"How high is your fever?" Jiang Kuo felt that he had a fever that day and passed out without feeling dizzy.

The water was poured in a hurry, and half of it was poured on the table.

He reached out again and pulled the squeegee to the ground.

It feels like the water is a little too hot.

Taking another look, he found that there was another pot with the lid open, so he walked over to take a look: "When is this water from?"

"It was dried in the morning..." Duan Feifei said, "Uncle Kuo, why don't you just have some tap water."

Jiang Kuo didn't say a word, he poured the pot of cold water into the cup, took the cup and didn't care about anything else, stepped directly on the stairs, and gave the cup to Duan Feifan.

When I touched his hand, I found it was hot, and it felt hotter than in the afternoon, and even my lips were a little dry.

"You are toasted." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei ignored him, poured down a glass of water, poured it on the pillow, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Do you want more?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No need." Duan Feifei said.

"Is there a thermometer?" Jiang Kuo put the cup back on the table, "Did you return the electronic one to Lu Ning last time?"

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and put his hands on his eyes.

"Is there anyone on duty in the infirmary?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Still did not get Duan Feifan's response, he stepped on the stairs again: "Duan Feifan? Duan Yingjun?"

"En." Duan Feifei responded, "Don't talk to me, it's uncomfortable."

Jiang Kuo immediately pushed the edge of the bed and jumped down the stairs.

I felt very uncomfortable at this moment.

Very upset.

Embarrassing and shameless.

Who do you think wants to talk to you?Isn't it just to verify whether you are dead or not!

Duan Feifei's cup was a sippy cup. Jiang Kuo tried it and found that it could be sealed. So in a humanitarian spirit, he mixed another cup of warm water, covered it and threw it next to Duan Feifan's pillow, then turned off the light and walked out of 107.

I have never been so angry.

Not to mention that it was the first time I was so angry when serving people.

He stormed back to 119 in a huff.

"How much is it?" Ma Xiao asked.

"No amount," Jiang Kuo said, "There is no thermometer."

"Yes." Ma Xiao immediately got up and took out a mercury thermometer from the pen holder on Tang Li's desk, and handed it to him.

Jiang Kuo didn't want to go over to take Duan Feifan's temperature, but Ma Xiao had already handed it to him, so he had to take it over and look at it first: "Does this thing need to be kept on hand?"

"No," Ma Xiao said, "Li Zirui took it in the infirmary when he had a cold."

"Li Zirui... When did you catch a cold?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Before the holiday." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed, he didn't know about it at all.

Ma Xiao stood in front of him, as if waiting.

Are you done asking?After asking, go and take Duan Feifei's temperature.

Jiang Kuo reluctantly took the thermometer and left the dormitory again.

This time he went straight into 107 without knocking on the door. If he didn't give me face, I wouldn't be so polite.

Turn on the lights.

Unscrew the cap of the thermometer and take out the thermometer.

toss.

Throw it again.

I don't know if it's enough.

So tossed again.Then I looked at the light.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

Flip it backwards.

He swung it all over again.

Then take the thermometer back up the stairs.

With Duan Feifei's head on the other side, he had to take off his shoes, knelt on the edge of the bed and rubbed it.

"Hey," he patted Duan Feifan's arm, "It's not that I want to disturb you to rest, Ma Xiao said you need to take your temperature."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded, but didn't move, he didn't know if he was fainted from fever or sleepy.

Jiang Kuo took his arm and clamped the thermometer. I don't know if it is in the right place, so let's do it.

Duan Feifan's arms were also very hot, with a thin layer of sweat.

He didn't know whether to cover the quilt or lift it up for him in this situation.

In the end it was decided to maintain the status quo.

After being in the room for 10 minutes, he climbed up again and took out the thermometer from under Duan Feifan's arm.

Then he turned his head to the light and looked at the numbers on the thermometer.

It has to be said that things like mercury thermometers are very unfriendly to the people looking at them. Jiang Kuo turned around three times in a row but couldn't see where the mercury line was.

"Let me do it." Duan Feifei finally said.

"I will watch." Jiang Kuo said.

"My fever went away after reading it." Duan Feifei said hoarsely.

"38:38." Jiang Kuo said, "I see, [-]:[-]! You are a bit tall!"

"Average." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed, took out his mobile phone and started checking. He had a fever of 38.4...

The answers are not uniform. For a while, I saw that 38.4 is a low fever, and for a while, I saw that a fever above 38 is a moderate fever, but I can be sure that a fever above 39 is a high fever.

He always thought it was a high fever if it exceeded 38 degrees, and he didn't deserve it after a long time.

"Duan Feifei," he looked at the phone, "You are too weak, you have a low-to-medium fever, you can't move anymore, your physique is not good."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, but Jiang Kuo heard him laughing.

"I had a fever of more than 38 that time," Jiang Kuo said, "It's not like yours."

"You fainted, Uncle Kuo." Duan Feifei reminded him.

"But I was fine after that." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm not at the end yet." Duan Feifei said, "Tomorrow I will be able to work part-time normally."

Jiang Kuo looked up at him: "Are you Ma Xiao? Ma Xiao is so difficult that he knows he needs to rest for a few days. Is there something wrong with you?"

"This job can only be done if you are familiar with it," Duan Feifei said, "If I don't go, I have to find it temporarily, and the effect will definitely not be good."

"You already know?" Jiang Kuo said, "Are you the only one who is acquainted, and people can't find another acquaintance."

"So." Duan Feifei said, "I have to go, so that I can still have work next time."

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo said.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Kuo put away the thermometer: "Do you still drink water or something? I'm going back to the dormitory."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head and looked at him.

I don't know why, usually Duan Feifei feels that he can handle anything with ease, but now he has a fever that is not worthy of a high fever, and when he turns to look at him like this, Jiang Kuo feels inexplicably He is helpless.

Recently, being tormented by Ma Xiao's affairs and part-time job, Jiang Kuo felt that his sympathy was a little overflowing.

"I'm going to the toilet." Duan Feifei said.

"Ah?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

Just go to the toilet!Still need to report?

"Pee." Duan Feifei added.

"Then go pee," Jiang Kuo said, "Why do you want me to find a pulse for you?"

"Help me, I'm dizzy," Duan Feifei laughed, "You don't usually have such a low IQ."

"Get out." Jiang Kuo went to stand on the stairs and stretched out his hand.

But soon found that Duan Feifei seemed to have a little difficulty sitting up, so he had no choice but to get on the bed again, grabbed Duan Feifan's hand, pulled him up, and then retreated to the stairs.

"Hold my hand," he held onto the stairs with one hand, and stretched out the other to Duan Feifan, "Just hold my hand and get down."

Duan Feifei sat by the bed, stepped on the first step of the stairs, and reached out to grab his hand.

Then there was a stalemate.

"Forget it," Jiang Kuo could see that Duan Feifan's condition was really not good, he should be really dizzy, if he didn't hold on for a while, he might plunge his head to the ground, and he made up his mind in an instant The ground was bloody, and he gritted his teeth for the last time, "I'll carry you."

Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows in surprise at his words.

"You'd better remember my kindness to you today. I've grown up so much, I haven't carried anyone on my back except Jiang Lie." Jiang Kuo went up the stairs, with one leg on the bottom step and the other on the Go up a level, then turn around, stretch your arms behind your head, and beckon, "Come on."

Duan Feifan would not let people carry it like this, but the fact that he fell onto Jiang Kuo's back as soon as he leaned forward left him with no other choice.

It is better for the young master to carry him to the toilet than to ask the young master to throw the bottle after urinating in the bottle.

However, although Jiang Kuo was prepared, when Duan Feifei almost fell on his back at a completely uncontrollable speed, he was still very strong. Fortunately, his legs on the first step reacted quickly and stepped forward. He took a step and supported the strength of the forward charge.

Then he pushed back and leaned back on the stairs.

To be exact, he leaned against the stairs with Duan Feifan's cushion.

"Fuck." He adjusted his posture and pulled Duan Feifan's arm that was on his shoulder forward.

"I'll take it easy," Duan Feifei said, "I can walk over."

"Slow down." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you take off your clothes a little bit more, you'll be able to get 39 after a while, use some strength with your arms."

Duan Feifei didn't make a sound, but retracted his arms.

Jiang Kuo put his hands back, trying to support his legs to stand up.

But when he touched Duan Feifan's legs, he realized how difficult it was to hold up his bare legs.

He rubbed and scratched Duan Feifei's leg and even scratched his buttocks twice, but he failed to carry the man back up and stand up.

"Why are you still picking meat?" Duan Feifei said.

"Ah!" Jiang Kuo took Duan Feifan's arm, pulled him up from the stairs, and then dragged him to the toilet, "That's it."

Duan Feifei laughed from behind. Although he didn't make a sound, Jiang Kuo could feel it.

"Believe it or not I'm throwing it here for you now," he said.

"It's really funny." Duan Feifei said, "Laughing makes me dizzy even more."

"Go in!" Jiang Kuo pushed open the door, grabbed his arm and pushed him into the toilet.

Duan Feifei supported the wall and tilted his head again.

Jiang Kuo exited the toilet and closed the door with a bang.

When he closed the door, he found several red marks on Duan Feifan's legs.

It's a bit miserable...

It actually looks sexy though.

Jiang Kuo was stunned outside the toilet for a while, and was shocked when he heard the sound of water coming from inside: "Did you pee outside?"

"I'm taking a shower!" Duan Feifei said.

"Quite particular?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei said.

Duan Feifei took a shower and still held the door when he came out.

"Why are you taking a bath in this state?" Jiang Kuo couldn't understand.

"I'm sweating," Duan Feifei said, "I'm uncomfortable."

Jiang Kuo helped him, and he went to the bed and pulled off the quilt, put it on the recliner, and went to the cabinet to get a new thin quilt.

"I'll come, I'll come." Jiang Kuo helped him throw the quilt on the bed.

After Duan Feifei climbed onto the bed, he went up to take another look.

I wondered if I should help to talk about it, but Duan Feifei covered it quite tightly.

"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Are you comfortable?"

"Just dizzy." Duan Feifei said.

"Drink water?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"Also." Duan Feifei touched the cup next to the pillow, "Someone just threw a bottle at me very angrily."

"I'm not angry." Jiang Kuo said.

"You are too angry," Duan Feifei said with his eyes closed, "and the aura is so strong that I can feel it even without making a sound."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"Talk for a while?" Duan Feifei patted the bed lightly.

Jiang Kuo, who was about to jump down the stairs, was stunned.

"Here?" he asked.

"Did I yell to talk to you?" Duan Feifei coughed.

Jiang Kuo climbed onto the bed and sat beside him: "I thought you would like to be alone when you were sick."

"Basically," Duan Feifei said, "it's basically one person."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.

The old uncle's family doesn't look like the kind of people they don't care about when Duan Feifei is sick.

"I'm afraid my old aunt will be watching all the time." Duan Feifei's voice was very low, and his voice was still hoarse.

"Then you are sick, isn't it normal for her to watch over you?" Jiang Kuo also said softly, "I'm sick, Mr. Jiang won't go to the company anymore, just stay with my family."

"Master, that's your own father." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but sighed lightly.

"I also rarely get sick." Duan Feifei said.

"It's better to be accompanied by someone," Jiang Kuo said. "I had a fever last time and went to sleep in a hotel. I'll be more at ease when I have a cannon. If I die, no one will know."

Duan Feifei smiled: "Then you will know when I die."

"Stop farting." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei didn't speak any more and closed his eyes.

Jiang Kuo didn't make a sound, looking at his face, the sick Duan Feifei looked very different from his usual appearance, the state of being always energetic and ready for Duan's social interaction is gone, and now he looks tired and helpless help.

That's right, helplessness.

Jiang Kuo has always felt this way inexplicably.

"Handsome," he tried to call out, feeling that Duan Feifei seemed to be asleep, "Duan handsome?"

Duan Shuaijun is indeed very handsome, the light in the room hits his face, and the junction of light and dark is just at the tip of his nose, drawing a very clear outline.

Jiang Kuo noticed that his lips were a little pale, as if they were too dry, or too ill.

He slowly reached out his hand and touched it lightly, thinking whether to ask Duan Feifan to drink some more water.

As soon as his fingertips touched his lips, Duan Feifan grabbed his hand.

Still very hard.

"Awake?" He was taken aback.

Duan Feifan's eyes opened a crack in a daze, they didn't focus, and they closed quickly again, he frowned and turned over, but he didn't let go of his hand, as if hugging a pillow.

It gave him the feeling that he would be clenching his teeth when he had an epileptic seizure... Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, Duan Feifei did hold his hand as if his joints were stuck.

"Hey," Jiang Kuo twitched his hand, but didn't take it out, "Duan Feifan? Asleep?"

Duan Feifei remained silent.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo cursed at him.

To be honest, if he woke up Duan Feifan, he would take out his hand.

But at this moment, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

I held on for a while with my body leaning halfway, but I couldn't bear it any longer. I was very sleepy and my back was sore.

So he carefully lay down on the vacant part beside Duan Feifei, forget it, let's squint for a while.