[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

Pei Youli persisted until the end of get out of class.

Before the parents could all leave, though, she passed out on the floor.

"Sister Youli! Sister Youli!"

Song Enche stepped forward in a panic, trying to help Pei Youli up, but this was the first time she faced this situation, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

The parents were also shocked by the sudden incident and did not react.

Zheng Ji Er hurriedly rushed forward: "Young Li? You Li?"

Caiwen's short legs were not as fast as his, and he followed behind and called "Teacher Pei".

However, Pei Youli couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed.

"Does she usually have any special illness?"

"...No, that's not right! Sister Youli has hypoglycemia!"

Hypoglycemia.

Zheng Jier remembered the scene when Pei Youli was looking for canned food in the refrigerator before dinner time when recording the first episode.

"Young Li? You Li?"

He called twice more, but still didn't wake up.

Zheng Jier picked Pei Youli up and said, "I'll take her to the hospital."

Seeing this, Song Enche, who wanted to find some water, hurriedly followed: "Do you need candy?"

"No, she doesn't realize it now," the crowd automatically made way for Zheng Ji, "What if I choke on sugar?"

The little Caiwen just walked to the place, but was forced to turn back again, unable to keep up with the fast-paced uncle.

"Teacher Song! Caicai!"

It was the parents around who reminded Song Enche that he noticed the child.

She hugged Cai Wen, and trotted to catch up with the person in front.

"Go straight to the hospital."

The agent waiting in the car didn't understand what was going on, but when his eyes touched the person in Zheng Jier's arms, he reacted and immediately drove to the nearest hospital.

"Sister Youli has a fever." Song Enche touched Pei Youli's forehead with worried eyes.

The manager took out a pack of masks and handed them to the people in the back seat: "Put the masks on."

Recently, the number of people infected with new coronary pneumonia in South Korea is tens of thousands every day, and the epidemic prevention policy is useless.

Song Enche brought Pei Youli's bag, which contained several chocolates and candies.

Zheng Ji Er took out a bottle of water from the box on the side of the car, stuffed the candy into it, and shook it a few times to speed up the melting.

Then, he carefully fed the water mixed with sugar into Pei Youli's mouth, and lifted her upper body to prevent her from choking.

Zheng Jier looked focused, but his hands trembled slightly.

Will she never wake up again?

The possibility flashed through his mind and made him shiver.

Zheng Ji Er already had hand tremors, and now he can't control it.

Some water seeped into Pei Youli's collar along her chin.

Zheng Jier hurriedly stopped his movements, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

When she arrived at the hospital, Pei Youli was sent to the isolation ward, and the doctor gave her glucose first.

After testing that it was not the new crown, but a common cold and fever, Zheng Jier transferred her to a single room in an advanced ward.

There are many people in the hospital, and there are many new crown patients, so it is not guaranteed that they will be infected.

This is the safest way.

He stared at the girl who was still asleep on the bed, motionless, with a very serious expression.

And Caiwen was so scared that he didn't speak all the way, and now tentatively supported his thigh: "Uncle, Teacher Pei..."

"It's okay." Zheng Ji Er stretched his eyebrows, touched her head, and said softly, "Ms. Pei is a little tired, so she was forced to sleep and rest."

With that said, he looked at the agent.

"This uncle will take you to your mother's place, okay?"

Caiwen thought for a while, then nodded: "Then after Teacher Pei wakes up, uncle will send me a video."

Zheng Ji Er smiled and agreed.

There were only two people left in the ward.

Seeing that Pei Youli was fine, Song Enche said, "I'm going to buy something for Miss Youli, thank you for being here..."

Zheng Ji Er raised his eyes to look at her: "Okay...You Li's clothes are still in school, can I trouble you to bring them here?"

Song Enche immediately agreed: "Then I'll go get the clothes first."

She walked out of the ward and closed the door gently.

There really is something wrong with Zheng Ji Er and Miss You Li!

Thinking of the extremely worried expression of the man in the room, Song Enche smiled knowingly.

At this time, there was a vibration somewhere, and she realized that she had accidentally taken out Pei Youli's bag.

The caller ID of the mobile phone is "Song Zhihao".

Song Enche's eyes widened in surprise, but he immediately understood that Song Zinghao and Pei Youli had cooperated before.

After thinking about it for a while, she picked up the phone.

"Little Li? The shooting in the afternoon..."

"Miss Youli is sick, and she is still awake."

The unfamiliar voice startled Song Zinghao on the other end: "Sick?"

"Well, hypoglycemia, and a little fever," Song Enche explained, "Why don't you let her wake up and call you back?"

Song Binhao was silent for a moment: "Excuse me, where is the hospital? I want to visit her."

Song Enche was puzzled, why did he feel that this person's tone was also very strange?

She reported the location of the hospital and the specific floor.

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Inside the house, Pei Youli was not feeling well at this moment.

One moment she dreamed that she was dancing on ice, and the other moment she felt that she was in the fire.

The surrounding temperature is hot and cold, which makes people suffer.

And zero one.

He just stood not far away and looked at her quietly, without any movement, as if... he didn't know her at all.

After an unknown amount of time, a cluster of fire hit Pei Youli, she screamed, and suddenly sat up straight from the bed.

My mind is dizzy, and I can't see things clearly.

After a while, Pei Youli stroked her forehead feebly, and began to look around her surroundings.

As a result, when he raised his eyes, he met Zheng Jier's deep gaze.

He leaned against the window sill and looked at her quietly without saying anything.

Dressed in black, with the collar of his shirt slightly open, he is thin and in a bad mood, as if he is suppressing something.

Unexpectedly waking up to see him, Pei Youli licked her dry lips: "I...the hospital you sent me to?"

Zheng Ji Er finally spoke: "Yes."

Pei Youli looked up at the hanging bottle, then at the infusion sticker on her hand.

"Don't move around, you can roll a needle."

His tone was a bit cold, but his words were concerned.

"I... I... I want to..."

Pei Youli lowered her eyes and murmured for a long time without uttering a complete sentence.

"Hungry? Teacher Song has gone out to buy food."

Zheng Jier lowered his head to check the time and frowned.

It's been more than an hour, why hasn't she come back, but it's also possible... It's the rush hour.

He took out his mobile phone and planned to contact his agent: "Wait a moment—"

"No, I want to go to the bathroom."

Pei Youli's helpless words froze Zheng Jier's movements.

"You...can you walk me to the door of the toilet? I'll go in by myself."

so awkward.

In this case, asking a boy to send her to the toilet is still a boy who is interested in him.

But she couldn't help it... she slept for too long.

Pei Youli grabbed the quilt on the bed with her other hand.

Before Zheng Jier could react, he had already connected with his agent.

"Hello? What's the matter? I'm on my way back."

"...It's nothing, you come back and bring something to eat, something lighter."

With that said, Zheng Jier hung up the phone, walked to the bed, and raised his hand to remove the hanging medicine bag.

His broad shoulders shaded the midday sun.

Pei Youli didn't feel anything before, but now that she is shrouded in his shadow, she has such an intuitive feeling.

"gone."

Zheng Jier looked down at Pei Youli who was still in a daze, and reminded him softly.

"……Um."

The latter stepped off the bed carefully and followed behind him.

"It's here," Zheng Ji Er opened the door of the bathroom in the ward, and hung the medicine bag on a high hook, "I'll wait for you outside."

Pei Youli supported the door frame, and raised her finger hesitantly: "Can you go outside the door of the ward?"

I don't know if the bathroom is soundproof or not.

Zheng Jier is a rough guy, he doesn't understand the little girl's inexplicable thoughts, and he doesn't understand the reason why she let him out.

Still, he complied.

Before going out, he rolled up the gauze skirt around her waist and tied it in a knot.

Pei Youli was too urgent when she passed out, she was still wearing body pants and gauze skirt.

She stared blankly at his movements, with a little confusion and embarrassment in her eyes.

Zheng Ji Er met her dull eyes, and suddenly felt a little teasing: "I'm afraid you... get it."

Pei Youli:? ? ?

Her face flushed instantly, and she gritted her teeth: "Hurry up and get out."

Zheng Jier chuckled, and turned around obediently.

Pei Youli breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly locked the bathroom door.

This dog man... If he is not careful, his hidden bad character will be revealed.

She struggled to take off the tight jumpsuit, feeling her face was getting hotter and hotter, and her condition seemed to be getting serious.

At this time, a strange touch came from one wrist.

Pei Youli lowered her head and saw a bracelet, similar in style to the necklace she bought for Christmas.

When did you wear it?

Could it be... is it him again?

Outside the door, Zheng Jier, who was leaning against the wall and listening to silence, finally understood why Pei Youli asked him to come out and wait.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards.

Girls who engage in classical art are very particular, and they are also very... shy.

There were not many people on the floor of the advanced ward, and it was very quiet. The nearest elevator made a "ding" sound.

Zheng Jier thought it was his manager or Song Enche, but there were more people than expected.

In addition to them, there are two people——

Song Jinhao and his assistant.

Zheng Jier frowned, his jaw tensed for a moment and then relaxed.

Seeing him, Song Tinghao took off his sunglasses: "Brother Ji Er, I heard that Youli is ill, so let's come and see her."

"Ah..." Zheng Jier greeted him, and said, "It's actually not that serious. I'll trouble you to run."

The posture is a bit like that someone close to Pei Youli is helping her to thank the visiting guests.

Song Binghao pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't say much.

Coincidentally, Pei Youli opened the door: "I'm fine—"

There were so many people that she choked up.

"Hi, Xiaoli."

Her face was pale, and Song Zinghao's breathing stopped for half a second.

"Hi, Haoxi," Pei Youli didn't know where he got the news, "The shooting in the afternoon..."

"I canceled it, you don't have to worry, take care of your illness." Song Haohao smiled and comforted.

There was wind at the door, and everyone entered the house.

"Sister Youli, I brought you some clothes." Song Enche shook the package in his hand, "You can change directly after your injection."

"Okay," Pei Youli said softly, "Thank you, En Che."

Zheng Ji Er opened the food bag bought by his manager and Song Enche, a sweet porridge, and a bone broth noodle.

"Which one do you like to eat? The doctor said that you can eat something light to replenish energy."

Before Pei Youli could answer, she heard Song Zinghao's "ah".

"Youli, I bought some too."

With that said, he took the package from the assistant's hand.

"It's a soup for treating colds with honey and dates."

Song Xinghao put the soup on the small table in front of Pei Youli, and the space for sweet porridge and noodles was squeezed out by half.