flammable relationship

Fu Yiheng's physique was extremely poor when he was a child. In summer, he suffered from heatstroke after being exposed to the sun for a while, and in winter he suffered from headaches when the snow fell and the wind hit him.A senior doctor of traditional Chinese medicine said that the child is congenitally deficient in Qi and blood, and the root cause of the disease has been brought out from the mother's womb.

Qin Fangfei listened to it, and tried to make up for him in different ways all day long. She drank a basketful of precious Chinese medicines, but she didn't know whether it was effective or not. On the contrary, it gave Fu Yiheng a habit of eating sweets.From the beginning, I peeled off the sugar after drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, and then I had to add some sweetness to the porridge.Once the taste is formed, it will be difficult to change it. Qin Fangfei tried several times but failed, so she let him go.Children love to eat sweets, isn't that a matter of course?From this, it can also be seen that the old couple of the Fu family indulged their son.

Congenitally poor in physique, it can only be remedied by the day after tomorrow. Teacher Fu has been forced to participate in various sports since he can remember. Gradually catching up with her peers, Qin Fangfei finally felt relieved after getting sick less often.

Mr. Fu hadn't experienced the feeling of being sick like a mountain for a long time. Two days ago, he was just a little groggy, and he didn't take it to heart, and he suddenly had a fever at night.Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he forced himself to sleep for a while under the quilt. As a result, the high fever not only did not subside, but the old headache came out again, and there was a shovel for digging ice in his head, clanging and shaking Tianling Gai doesn't stop for a moment.Apart from holding the head that was about to split into several pieces, he couldn't think at all, and he didn't even have the energy to move, let alone rummage through boxes and boxes to find painkillers.

Bear with it for now, when Fu Yiheng gets sick, he has a childish temper, and picks up the quilt to cover his head as if angry, he won't die anyway.According to the usual practice, this headache always comes and goes, and after this, I get up and go to the hospital when I get better.

In the haze, he seemed to hear a knock on the door. The movement should be quite loud, but his body was very heavy, sleepiness captured his mind, and his five senses were covered with a layer of indissoluble fog, as if he was at the bottom of a lake and could hear nothing. separated by tens of meters of water.

While Wei Ran was knocking vigorously on the door, he was still on the phone, but no one answered, and no one answered the door.He pressed his ears to the door, opened his eyes wide, and controlled his chaotic heartbeat to listen carefully. The inside was as quiet as a cemetery that no one cares about.

password.What is the code for this door.

Sweat soaked his forehead hair, flowing down his tense pale cheeks to his chin. His hands trembled nervously, and the greasy sweat on his palms almost made him unable to hold the metal doorknob.

The scene in front of him began to change, the heavy red-painted door of the apartment distorted and dissipated, and was replaced by the pale door of the hospital.The heat wave and thick smoke escaped silently from the gap, and attacked the face with teeth and claws. The next second, the tragic cry exploded on the other side of the door, the desperate cry before dying The tone of his voice had changed a long time ago, and it was as sharp as howling a wolf. Even the closest people couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was. The young man froze on the spot, like a petrified humanoid statue.

Then, the scene fell into unprecedented chaos, with the long and sharp beeping of the fire alarm, the fleeing patients, the indifferent and frightened faces of doctors and nurses, and the heavy water guns of the fire truck... The fire was initially controlled, and the first batch of firefighters rushed in.The burnt ward was beyond recognition, with black water and wreckage of equipment everywhere. Even wearing a fire mask, the choking smoke burned the trachea.The air was filled with the strange smell of burning flesh. In the corner, the clothes on the young man's back were burned away. His skin was torn apart and dripping with blood. He was trembling, his face was ashen, and he hugged a scorched black corpse wrapped in curtains tightly in his arms.

Wrong password, please re-enter.

Damn.Wei Ran slammed his fist on the door, the dull pain temporarily pulled him away from his illusory memory and gave him a little inspiration.

He quickly pressed the four-digit number, and the electronic lock finally stopped the cold rejection, and opened it generously.

Wei Ran pressed the doorknob as he wished, and was a little dazed, unable to tell whether the shock in his heart when he learned the password was surprise or joy.

This is an important matter worth stopping and thinking about until you understand it, but the current situation obviously does not allow it.

He broke into the house openly, crossed the empty living room and went straight to the bedroom.There was no light in the bedroom, and it was pitch black. He groped on the wall and found the switch.

With a soft click, the warm-toned chandelier lit up, reflecting Fu Yiheng on the huge white double bed, with his arms around his head, curling himself up into a small ball as much as possible.

Wei Ran held his breath, stared intently for a while, caught the regular ups and downs of the hill, the shrunken heart stretched out suddenly, and the blood flowed back to the cold limbs.His legs were weak for a while, and he supported his knees with his hands, and slowly slumped to the floor along the door frame.

Fortunately, nothing happened.He's kind of happy.

Maybe the bright light stimulated the sleeping person, Fu Yiheng snorted subconsciously, curled himself up even tighter, his knees were almost in close contact with his face.Wei Ran realized later that Mr. Fu should be feeling unwell.

He got up, walked over lightly, and called out closer, but the other party didn't respond, only moved his fingers.

This is very wrong.

Wei Ran quickly bent down, pulled down Fu Yiheng's arm holding his head, and reached out to touch his forehead.The tentacles were scorching hot, the palms and the body were also hot, and then looked at Fu Yiheng's complexion, his cold white face was flushed sickly, his lips were dry, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his breath was heavy and slow.

It may have burnt out.

No wonder there was no loud knock on the door.

A heart that had just fallen for less than 2 minutes picked up again. Wei Ran put him down, covered the quilt, and got up to find the medicine box at home.He lived here when his neck was injured before, and he had seen the small transparent box more than once, which contained all the necessary medicines for the family.

I found it, found the antipyretic medicine, boiled water again, waited for someone to feed the medicine, and just stood by the bed and stared at it without blinking.After one o'clock in the morning, the fever subsided, and at three o'clock, the fever started again, repeatedly and non-stop.

Wei Ran was a little anxious, and wanted to wrap the quilt tighter, but found that the inside of the quilt was damp, so he touched the silk pajamas on Fu Yiheng's body again. After several rounds of cold sweat, it was soaked, and even when it was soaked, water could be squeezed out, and the sweat stains were directly stained on the quilt.

Dressed like this, it's strange that the fever can be cured.

Wei Ran thought about it, and decided to change into dry clothes for Teacher Fu.He went to the dressing room and picked out a set of cotton at random. When he came back, he lifted the quilt, climbed onto the bed, cleared his mind, straightened his thoughts, and began to take off Fu Yiheng's shirt.

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