After kissing the professor

Perhaps it was because of illness, Shen Jinrong's voice was weak, his complexion was not very good-looking, there was a little green in the white, and he was not very energetic.Her figure was not as tall and straight as when Yan He saw her before, but she seemed to be struggling to support herself.

She leaned on the door frame with one hand, and she seemed to have exhausted all her strength after saying this sentence, she gasped weakly, Yan He could even clearly see that her fingertips were swollen due to too much force white.Shen Jinrong almost put his whole body weight on the door frame.

There was a person standing in the elevator in front of him. Seeing that Yan He who was standing outside had been looking to the side and hadn't come up for a long time, he asked her, "Are you still coming up?"

Yan He shook his head, took a step back, and said apologetically, "No, I'm sorry." After speaking, she turned and walked towards Shen Jinrong.

When she came, there was a gust of cool wind, which made Shen Jinrong shiver.Yan He hurriedly held the door to let her in, and closed the door himself.

Shen Jinrong randomly found a blanket to wrap herself on the sofa.She was already thin, but now she was wrapped in a blanket, making her look even smaller.Her hands were exposed, the veins on the back of her hands were protruding, white and thin.

Yan He only felt a dull pain in his heart.

When she stood at the porch and looked at Shen Jinrong, she thought, the elder sister in her mind shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be so pale and fragile as if she would fall down when blown by the wind.In her mind, Shen Jinrong should be Professor Shen who is full of vigor and unparalleled beauty. She seems to be born to stand at the highest point and be admired by all people.

The love of young people always has some glamorous romanticism, and sometimes there are some unrealistic fantasies - wanting to be a hero to save the person you like.Yan He also thought about what he would do if his sister was sick or in danger, and what kind of heroic image he would appear in front of her.

But now, when this incident really happened in front of her and her sister was really sick, she realized that the reason why her fantasy was a fantasy was that she subconsciously didn't want these things to happen at all.

Shen Jinrong seemed to have no strength to raise her eyes. She felt her throat was dry, so she shook her body and cast her eyes on the water glass on the coffee table.She sighed inwardly, and reached out to reach for the glass of water on the tea table.

When Yan He saw her reach for the glass on the tea table, she showed a thin and pale arm.Looking at her thin appearance, Yan He's heart ached even more.

She put the porridge she bought on the coffee table, opened the bag and touched the still warm box, and said softly: "I'll get a spoon, drink some porridge, it's still hot."

After finishing speaking, she saw that Shen Jinrong put the cup back on the coffee table with only half a cup of water left, so she thought of boiling some hot water for her sister by the way.But when Yan He stood up and picked up the cup, he realized that the water in it was actually cold.

Holding the cup, she looked at Shen Jinrong with some annoyance——sister is clearly ill, why is she still drinking cold water?Her condescending gaze finally brought back Shen Jinrong, who had been slow to react for a while after being ill. She raised her head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The tone is timid, like a child who has done something wrong and is worried about being scolded by his parents.

Seeing her sickly appearance, Yan He's eyes turned red. After all, he was not willing to say that she was bad, but just said: "It's not good for you to drink cold water now, I'll boil some hot water."

Shen Jinrong nodded slowly: "Well, the electric kettle is on the kitchen table."

After taking the spoon and boiling a pot of pure water, Yan He walked up to her and sat on the sofa.She sat with Shen Jinrong and reached out to touch her forehead.

very hot.

Shen Jinrong looked at her carefully.

"How many degrees, have you measured it?" Yan He lowered his head to restrain his urge to cry.

Shen Jinrong pursed her lips, with a slight complaint in her tone: "No, it was you who woke me up by ringing the doorbell."

Yan He's eyes widened, and before he could speak, he saw Shen Jinrong glance at him cautiously, and then moved aside as if afraid that he would get angry.

Yan He laughed angrily, anger rushed to her head, she embraced Shen Jinrong who was about to run away, and held her exposed hand with one hand.Then, the cold touch was like pouring a basin of cold water on her head.Yan He sighed: "Why is it so cold?"

After speaking, he held her hand and did not let go.Shen Jinrong wanted to take it back, but she had a fever and had no strength, and she couldn't take it out after a few times, so she simply gave up and let her hands absorb the warmth in the children's hands.

"Is there a thermometer?"

"Have."

Yan He touched her head again: "Where is it?"

"In the cupboard under the TV."

Yan He was about to get up to get it, but Shen Jinrong who was beside her grabbed her.When Yan He looked at her suspiciously, Shen Jinrong pinched the corner of her clothes, lowered her head and whispered: "Don't go."

"Don't go, okay? It's cold..."

Yan He's heart is about to melt.

She tried to reason with Shen Jinrong patiently: "I need to take your temperature before I can see what medicine to take."

Shen Jinrong pursed her mouth secretly, and let go of one of the fingers pinching the corner of Yan He's clothes.

"Be good, okay? The hot water is fine, I'll pour you a glass of water to warm your hands." Yan He rubbed her head, but saw Shen Jinrong turned her head away, and whispered: "Don't get so close, It's contagious."

That's what he said, but in the end he let Yan He go.

Yan He went under the TV to find the medicine box, and sat back beside Shen Jinrong again.She put the medicine box on her lap, lent one hand to Shen Jinrong to warm it up, and rummaged through it with the other hand: "Well...the thermometer, I found it!"

She opened the blue cover, shook the thermometer, and handed it to Shen Jinrong after seeing that the silver mercury bar had dropped below 35 degrees: "Clamp it."

Shen Jinrong was curled up in the blanket, and even covered his head with the blanket just now, only showing a pair of smart eyes now.She asked in a low voice, "Where is it?"

"Underarm."

Yan He glanced at her shoulder, but Shen Jinrong wrapped himself tightly in horror: "What are you looking at!"

"..."

"Put it under the arm, here." Yan He gestured to her, and it took a lot of effort to make Shen Jinrong realize that he had no other intentions.

"Oh……"

Shen Jinrong clamped it obediently.

"Five minutes." Yan He lowered his head to set the time, then stood up again: "I'll go get the water, you can just drink the porridge."

When Yan He walked over with a steaming kettle and cups, what Yan He saw was Shen Jinrong sitting on the sofa and worrying about an already opened porridge.

"What's the matter?" She poured a glass of water and put it on the tea table, "Isn't it delicious?"

Shen Jinrong pouted, aggrieved: "...no sugar added."

"taste not good!"

Yan He folded his hands, pursed his lips and looked at her seriously: "Do you want to add sugar?"

Shen Jinrong nodded.

Yan He sighed, she felt that she had been sighing all day, so she turned and went back to the kitchen: "Where is the sugar?"

"In the cupboard! There's vanilla sugar! I want that!"

One minute later, Yan He was sitting on the sofa watching Shen Jinrong, who was sipping porridge in small sips and holding him tightly with one hand, in a daze.

elder sister……

It's childish to be sick.

She could see the unhealthy blush on her sister's face, she could see the steam in her eyes, and she could even see the moist luster of her pale lips after being stained with white porridge.

Yan He thought, she must be crazy, at this moment she really wanted to kiss her.But she knew she couldn't.

The colorful blanket covering Shen Jinrong's head looked a little funny, but she was serious and obedient as she sipped the porridge in small bites, as if she was devoutly treating the bowl of porridge in front of her.

Yan He saw her staring blankly, and when he was in a daze, the alarm clock of the phone that had been set just now rang, Yan He hurriedly turned it off, and stretched out his hand to Shen Jinrong: "The thermometer is ready, give it to me."

Shen Jinrong put down the spoon, took out the thermometer with his right hand and handed it to Yan He.

The thermometer in her hand still carried her sister's body temperature. Yan He didn't know whether it was her own psychological effect or the real thing. She felt that the thermometer in her palm seemed a little hot.She lowered her head and glanced at the mercury bar on it, and it had already reached a high temperature of 38 degrees.

Yan He was shocked.

She hasn't been sick since junior high school, and her family has always been healthy all these years. This is the first time she has seen someone with such a severe fever, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

She discussed with Shen Jinrong: "How about we go to the hospital? You have a fever of 38 degrees, you have to go to the hospital."

Shen Jinrong sniffed, she couldn't drink more than half of her porridge, she wrapped herself even tighter with a blanket, only her eyes were exposed, and she looked at Yan He timidly, as if discussing: "Don't go Can the hospital do it?" As if in this way, I can not expose my fear of the hospital.

"Actually... it would be better if you go to the hospital now."

Shen Jinrong's eyes became more steamy, and she looked at Yan He aggrievedly: "I don't like hospitals."

"Is it okay not to go?"

"Yan He is the best!"

Yan He sighed, put the thermometer away and put it back in the box, so he had no choice but to agree to her, but added: "If it doesn't work after taking the antipyretic, go to the hospital, understand?"

Shen Jinrong hugged her blanket and nodded obediently.

Yan He lowered her head and began to check what to do if she had a high fever on her mobile phone. The few entries that popped up made her frown.Some wrote that alcohol was used to wipe the palms and soles of feet, and some wrote that cold towels were applied to the forehead to cool down.

She looked around and decided to look for medicine in the medicine cabinet first.It happened that there was a box of antipyretics in it, which said that it could be taken if it exceeded 38 degrees.

Yan He looked at the manual over and over again, finally handed the box to Shen Jinrong, and asked, "Are you allergic to this?"

Shen Jinrong glanced at it and shook his head: "I'm not allergic, I'm just allergic to cephalosporin."

"Then take this first, you just finished your meal, this medicine is to be taken after meals." Yan He took out the tablet of medicine, which contained small round pills.

"Is this bitter?" Shen Jinrong looked at the six small white discs in this version, a small piece, which brought back some kind of unpleasant memories in her.

In her impression, it seemed that she had taken similar medicine before. It was small, usually only six tablets, but it had great stamina. After taking the medicine, she would fall asleep and not remember anything.

Such not-so-good memories made her even more resistant to the medicine in front of her. Shen Jinrong looked at the version of the medicine, bit her lip, and said softly: "This medicine will be very bitter...it doesn't even have a sugar coating ..."

Yan He didn't study medicine, she hesitated looking at the tablet in her hand, and said honestly: "I don't know either."

"However, after drinking water and taking medicine, swallow it quickly. The suffering is only temporary, and you will be fine soon."

Shen Jinrong obviously didn't like what Yan He did.She also huddled her two legs in the blanket, curled up into a ball, looked at Yan He vigilantly, and moved her body to the other end of the sofa a few times. She looked at Yan He as if she was watching What a scourge.

"I don't want to take bitter medicine!"

Yan He sighed, and stopped entangled with Shen Jinrong on this topic.She reached out her hand to touch the glass on the tea table, the water in it was still slightly steaming, the temperature was not as hot as when it was poured in just now, it was warm, and it was best for taking medicine.

She held both the medicine and the glass in her hand, and coaxed softly: "Good boy, let's take the medicine and sleep, and the disease will be cured, okay?"

Shen Jinrong sniffed. She looked at the tablet and suddenly closed her eyes.Many images flashed through her mind like a movie, and she couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake, or the world in front of her was also fake.

Then, she opened her eyes and saw the little friend who was looking at her with concern.

"I don't like bitter things." Shen Jinrong said in a low voice.

Yan He came up with a compromise: "Then I'll bring the candy, and you can eat a piece of candy after you take the medicine, okay?"

Shen Jinrong frowned, and finally agreed with her idea.

Yan He handed one of the pills to her. Shen Jinrong looked at the small pill in her palm with fear on her face, but she quickly came back to her senses, took the water that Yan He handed over with one hand, and put the water in the other. The pill was thrown into his mouth and he swallowed it painfully.

Then, she felt a small piece of rock sugar being stuffed into her bitter mouth, and when she opened her eyes wide to see Yan He, she only saw Yan He's trembling eyelashes—afterwards, her lips uploaded Came a warm and soft touch.

Shen Jinrong's eyes widened.

The author has something to say: Shen Jinrong: ?Don't let me go when I'm sick?Beast!

Yan He: The tip of the ear turned red———————— kissed today!see it!kissed! !

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