serious about love

Everything was chaotic that day.

The corridors upstairs and downstairs were full of people, and the sound of an ambulance was transmitted from the school gate to the No. 3 teaching building, like the cry of a patient in pain.

The sound lasted for less than a minute in the No. 3 teaching building, and a girl who fell into a coma, along with her friend and teacher, hurried to the hospital.

Arguments erupted one after another.

"Which class is it in the third year of high school?" "Who is it?" "Why did you faint?" "Hypoglycemia?" "Anemia?" It looks scary." "It should be fine."

The class bell rang as usual, and many people were still pawing in the corridor.

A school girl, even if she didn't know the girl's name and had never spoken to her, she felt that she was someone close to her. Seeing her being carried into the ambulance, everyone couldn't calm down.

There is shock in my heart, and there is also a little teenager's fear of the unknown. I hope she will wake up soon when she arrives at the hospital, and she is not suffering from any serious illness.

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On the way to the hospital, Xia Shui suffered a cardiac arrest several times, and was rushed to the hospital as soon as he entered the hospital.

The moment the door of the operating room closed, the corridor was dead silent.

Song Ran's coughing broke the suffocating atmosphere. His throat suddenly became dry and itchy. The more he didn't want to cough, the more he couldn't help it. The cough made his face turn red and his neck thick, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"I...cough cough...I'm going to the bathroom..."

Song Ran coughed and left.

Jiang Muxing was called out by the old class to speak.

Yan Hao and Yang Cong stood on the corridor, both of them were drenched in cold sweat, their faces were pale.

Yang Cong pulled up the collar of his school uniform and wiped his face: "Xiao Hao, are you calling Xia Shui's home, or should I?"

Yan Hao loosened the tightly closed corners of his mouth: "The old class has notified you."

Yang Cong's tone was solemn: "It's his business that he notified, we also need to call to talk about it."

Yan Hao put his hand into his wet bangs and rubbed his cold forehead: "Then you call, I don't have my phone with me."

Yang Cong was constipated: "It's okay for me to call, but I always speak roughly, and I'm afraid of irritating the elders."

Yan was so impatient: "Give me the phone."

Yang Cong took out his mobile phone and handed it over. Seeing that Yan Hao was about to walk out of the corridor, he grabbed his arm: "Xiao Hao, tell me..."

Yan Hao interrupted with a gloomy face: "There is nothing to say."

Yang Cong looked at him like he was looking at an irritated cat: "I'm just worried...fuck! Just pretend I'm silent."

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Yan Hao called Xia Shui's father, but didn't dare to contact her mother directly.

The phone call lasted two to three minutes, and Yan Hao was not blamed at all, but he would blame himself.

If Xia Shui had insisted on asking the driver to pick her up during the exercise, or if he and Yang Cong had taken her to the hospital earlier, maybe things wouldn't have been so bad.

What has happened, it is useless to think about it now.

Yan Hao lowered his head and pinched his fingers hard a few times. Footsteps came from the left, and Jiang Muxing appeared in his peripheral vision. He quickly wiped off the restlessness on his face and went up to him.

"What does the old class say?"

Jiang Muxing said in a low voice, "I asked something."

Yan Hao frowned: "What are you asking?"

Jiang Muxing rubbed his hair: "Relax."

Yan Hao took a deep breath and let it out slowly, it seemed to be relieved, but the eyebrows were still wrinkled.

"Old Ban knows about Xia Shui's situation," Jiang Muxing said, "He asked me if there was anything unusual about Xia Shui this morning."

Yan was puzzled: "Isn't it the most suitable question for me and Yang Cong?"

Jiang Muxing sighed: "You two are going to be scared silly, how can you ask?"

Yan Hao thought of the scene of the doctor resuscitating Xia Shui, and was still afraid for a while, and his stomach cramped: "But you are so far away from our seat, even if Xia Shui is uncomfortable, you can't know, so asking you is not for nothing? "

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "I am far away, but my people are close."

Yan Hao scratched his neck: "... also."

Jiang Muxing looked down at him: "Old Ban feels that based on your relationship with me as a teacher-student friend, if there is something abnormal in Xia Shui, I will be one of the insiders."

Yan Hao looked up: "Then what did you say?"

Jiang Muxing told him the previous reply: "There was nothing unusual in the morning, but my body and spirit were not good during the exercises, so I didn't go downstairs."

Yanhao scratched her hair: "Morning roll call, she didn't go, didn't the old class know?"

Jiang Muxing said: "Old Ban thought she just didn't want to do exercises."

Yan Hao was unable to complain: "Is that what you asked?"

Jiang Muxing said "Yes": "I can't ask about other things now. When Xia Shui wakes up, everything will be easy to talk about."

Another result he did not mention.

I didn't ask about the banquet, I didn't dare to think about it.

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Xia Shui just finished the operation in the evening, and he didn't wake up, so he had to go through a dangerous period in the ICU.

Many people came to Xia's family, and the hospital was well arranged, and Xia Shui's dedicated medical team was also on call at any time.

It's good that they stay in the hospital until after eight o'clock and go back to school to pick up their schoolbags.

The street lights on both sides of the sycamore trees were dim, and there were vague figures on the ground. Tonight's night was as hazy as last night.

During the day today, there was a thrilling scene that was not there during the day yesterday.

Yang Cong gave Song Ran a cigarette, and the two puffed and smoked as they walked, each becoming more skillful than the other.

Song Ran touched his flat stomach: "I didn't eat much for lunch, I didn't eat dinner at all, and I drank water all day, how about we find a place to rub?"

Yang Cong said he had no appetite.

A good feast is another way of saying, don't want to eat.

Jiang Muxing simply didn't speak.

Song Ran sighed like a single father worried about three children, not knowing what to do.

Cars and horses are noisy, and the night in early May is cool in the wind.

After leaving for a while, Yang Cong extinguished the small half of the cigarette, and flicked it into the trash can: "I won't go back to school, any of you can help me with the schoolbag, it's okay if you don't take it, there's nothing important in it."

"Call me." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, hailed a taxi and left.

As soon as Yang Cong left, Song Ran felt that the wattage of his light bulb had increased. He looked at the sky while biting his cigarette, and said obstinately: "The moon is quite round tonight."

Neither Yanhao nor Jiang Muxing answered the phone.

Song Ran pushed down her glasses, and tried to find a topic again: "Xiao Hao, if Xia Shui wakes up at night, will her family tell you?"

Yan Hao nodded.

"Then remember to say it in the group." Song Ran said, "It doesn't matter how late it is."

"it is good."

Yan Hao's eyes were on the ground, sadly, his shoulders sank, Jiang Muxing embraced him, and rubbed his shoulders reassuringly.

Because of his height, the banquet seemed to be in Jiang Muxing's arms.

Passers-by pass by and look back.

There was a flash in Song Ran's eyes behind the lens, he squeezed the cigarette away, and put it on Jiang Muxing's shoulder.

Like three brothers.

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