don't be alone anymore

*Finally you will find that you are special*

……

In the next two shifts, Jian Muzi and Wen Yang seem to have switched places, becoming Jian Muzi to prepare meals for Wen Yang.

When I was on duty on Thursday, Wen Yang Mingming felt that his cold was almost gone...

Can……

Perhaps it was because she took off her uniform jacket when she was on a mission, but when she returned to work in the afternoon, she became dispirited again, like a frost-beaten eggplant.

In the evening, Wen Guodong accompanied the old lady in the hospital, unable to take care of Wen Yang who was resting at home.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yang was woken up by the temperature around him.

And besides the scorching roast, there is the head in total chaos and the world in chaos.

Wen Yang touched his cheek and forehead subconsciously...

Like a fever?

Where it seems, it is clearly a fever.

She leaned on the wall of the room alone, and staggered to the living room.

I poured a glass of warm water to moisten my throat, but no sound came out of my throat.

"Cough cough~~cough cough~~"

Coughing too hard, he finally choked on himself.

Thinking of Wen Guodong not at home, thinking of tomorrow's day shift and the wedding that must be attended on Saturday...

A person with a fever is so cruel that his body trembles with vainness, and he still has to go out to find a 24-hour pharmacy to buy antipyretics.

She needs to get better soon.

At least, you have to have the physical strength to go to a good friend's wedding.

There was only one thought in his mind, and it was this thought that supported Wen Yang, whose temperature was rising, to go to the 24-hour pharmacy, and finally took the antipyretic medicine hastily.

She still remembers putting a cooling patch on herself.

She has tried every possible way to reduce the fever that she can think of.

……

In the early hours of the morning, Wen Yang had just developed a fever, so he was still able to get up and work hard to reduce his fever.

And a few hours later, when the alarm clock at work was screaming crazily to the 6th minute, Wen Yang opened a crack from his lethargy.

Now even her eyes and temples were sore and swollen, and she couldn't keep her eyes open for a while and closed them unconsciously.

Wen Yang took a taxi to the police station.

In the past few days, because of taking medicine for a cold, her car has been parked in the compound of the police station.

The car keys were also inexplicably taken away by Jian Muzi, and they have not been returned yet.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she would be disobedient and drove secretly.

At the destination, the taxi driver yelled patiently several times before waking up the passengers who were trapped in the chaos.

Wen Yang opened the car door, held on to the door, and got out of the taxi after a long while.

The taxi driver noticed that Wen Yang's face was flushed, and realized that the girl was probably sick.

The kind aunt immediately got out of the car and helped Wen Yang from outside the car.

"Girl, do you have a fever? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Wen Yang was helped by the taxi driver to the entrance of the cafeteria, and waved his hands weakly with a pale face.

She lost her voice and couldn't speak now, she could only mouth and say, "No, thank you master."

The taxi driver looked back three times at one step.

After all, he is kind-hearted, and he is worried about passengers who are sick.

Wen Yang touched the courtyard wall of the cafeteria all the way, supporting himself into the cafeteria.

She no longer intends to go to the window of the cafeteria anymore, she has no strength to queue up at all.

He tried his best to look at the people in the restaurant with his eyes closed, and tried his best to distinguish Zhang Luzhi.

She slowly moved to the dining table where Zhang Lu was the only one, and then lay down on the dining table.

……

Zhang Luzhi was gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun when he was startled suddenly by the person lying down.

After recognizing the clothes and the person, Zhang Luzhi jumped three feet high.

"Boss?"

"Boss, are you okay?"

Zhang Luzhi pushed Wen Yang's back several times in a hurry.

Wen Yangxu sat on the chair limply, with his upper body still lying on the dining table.

She turned her head sideways, and the frown became even worse.

Wen Yang stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of Zhang Luzhi's nearest clothes, Zhang Luzhi understood it once in a while.

"What's wrong? Boss, what do you say?"

Wen Yang squeezed his strength and said a few silent words,

"Help me cook."

Zhang Luzhi finally understood now.

Boss Wen is getting sicker, as if he can't speak.

No matter how straight Zhang Luzhi is, it's impossible for Wen Yang to become like this, especially since his eldest is a girl.

"Boss, how about I help you change shifts with Master Li? You are already like this, Master Li will definitely help."

Wen Yang gathered his strength and tugged at the hem of his clothes,

"An An."

With Wen Yang's reminder, the forgetful Zhang Luzhi finally remembered.

That's right, Master Li took his daughter An'an to participate in the piano competition today, where can I change shifts temporarily?

"How about I ask for leave from the detachment leader for you, and he will definitely help you find a way to arrange it."

Wen Yang opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Luzhi, feeling even more upset.

Perhaps because of the disgust in Wen Yang's eyes, Zhang Luzhi shut his mouth, turned around and entered the queue to buy breakfast.

Wen Yang closed his eyes again, and raised his hand to wipe off the normal saline that had accumulated unconsciously in the corner of his eyes.

She was so tired right now that she really didn't have time to think about anything else.

……

Three members of the emergency team came from the emergency center. Fade Chen and Liu Yi, who were walking in front, wanted to ask Jian Muzi what she had for breakfast, but when they turned around, they found that Doctor Jian who was behind him just now had disappeared.

The people who followed the two of them just now disappeared when they turned around?

The two searched for a while in the restaurant of the cafeteria, and finally found Jian Muzi in the crowd.

Fade Chen asked Liu Yi to queue up first, and he went to Jian Muzi's side to ask his sister what she planned to have for breakfast.

……

Jian Muzi had just entered the cafeteria, and her inexplicable intuition made her take a look at the dining area.

With just one glance, she was [-]% sure that the person whose upper body was lying on the dining table was the person she was thinking of.

She kept on walking, and even picked up the pace.

The closer the more urgent, the more urgent the more certain.

Before she could get close to the dining table, Jian Muzi subconsciously said, "Wen Yang?"

She hurried a few steps, patted Wen Yang on the back,

"Wen Yang?"

"Wen Yang?"

Wen Yang turned his head, his face came into his eyes...

Jian Muzi immediately put her right hand on the other's forehead to test the temperature.

Amazingly hot!

Jian Muzi's right hand trembled violently,

"You have a fever!"

Wen Yang squinted his eyes, unable to answer, so he nodded slightly.

She pointed to her throat, and Jian Muzi understood immediately, "Can't talk?"

Another slight nod in response.

Jian Muzi sat next to Wen Yang, one with a voice, the other silent.

The doctor exchanged a few words with the patient, and Jian Muzi probably understood Wen Yang's situation.

"Probably the flu."

As soon as the person lying on the table heard that it was the flu, he immediately moved to the seat next to him.

Jian Muzi is too close to her!

Influenza is nothing like the common cold!

"You don't move."

"I do not!"

Wen Yang frowned, and insisted on saying two words in a breathy tone.

Jian Muzi had no choice but to take out a work mask from her pocket and cover her mouth and nose.

"I wear a mask, is that okay?"

Wen Yang tried his best to open his eyes, and stopped tossing when he saw that Jian Muzi was really wearing a mask.

Jian Muzi hastily opened the tissue pack in her pocket.

The other party's face was covered with sweat, and her heart was very tight.

The last time I felt this way seemed to be many years ago...

That was when my grandmother died.

……

When he approached the dining table, Fade Chen realized that the person lying on the table was Boss Wen. No wonder his sister would talk to this person.

He thought Wen Yang was taking a nap on the table,

"Sister, boss, what do you eat?"

It was only after I got closer that I noticed that his sister was actually wearing a medical mask in the cafeteria.

Fade Chen was full of doubts,

"Sister, why are you wearing a mask all of a sudden?"

"Fade Chen, go get the thermometer from the car, the sooner the better."

thermometer?

Seeing that Jian Muzi had been focusing on Boss Wen, but Boss Wen didn't answer him, Fade Chen suddenly understood something, turned around and started running.

"I'll go now!"

After seeing Fade off, Zhang Luzhi, who bought breakfast, came back.

Zhang Luzhi specially bought Wen Yang's breakfast according to Jian Muzi's matching from the previous two days, and bought two more steamed stuffed buns with three delicacies that Wen Yang usually likes to eat.

Seeing Jian Muzi coming, Zhang Luzhi felt relieved, as if seeing a savior, "Dr. Jian, you are here! Boss seems to be seriously ill, is it okay?"

Jian Muzi pursed her lips tightly.

Of course she knew that Wen Yang was more seriously ill.

A few days ago, I had a common cold, and my immunity was already low, but now I have a fever.

Wen Yang's head drooping on her arm moved when she heard the sound, and she fumbled with one hand to search the pocket of her jacket. Before she could find what was in the pocket, Jian Muzi who was beside her took out the antipyretic patch for her.

Wen Yang put his other hand on the side of the table, propping up his upper body.

Without her needing to signal, Jian Muzi tore off the antipyretic sticker and stuck it on her forehead.

Feeling Jian Muzi's closeness, the soft and chaotic person subconsciously wants to get closer.

Wen Yang drooped his head on Jian Muzi's left shoulder, then remained motionless, gasping for breath.

Jian Muzi paused following Wen Yang's movements, her arms and shoulders stiffened for a moment.

But in just a moment, she accepted to make herself the support of the other party.

She even moved forward slowly, little by little, to make it more comfortable for the person on her shoulders to lean on.

She even raised her right hand and gently stroked Wen Yang's back.

"Ask for leave, Wen Yang?"

"Hmm~"

Man on shoulder, obvious rejection.

Even though her tonsils became inflamed and she lost her voice, Jian Muzi could still feel the rejection itching on the side of her neck.

"I don't. Go to work."

Jian Muzi clenched her lower lip and loosened her teeth, sighing slightly, "...then take your temperature?"

The man with slumped shoulders finally nodded.

"You have to eat, or I won't agree."

……

Wen Yang was breathing heavily, and his hands were tucked into the sleeves of Jian Muzi's uniform.

After drooping for a while, he seemed to regain some strength.

She raised her head from Jian Muzi's shoulder, and smiled at Jian Muzi, "Jian Mumu, your uniform smells so good~"

Jian Muzi's hand trembled when she wanted to help her, but after a momentary stunned, she continued to move as if she didn't hear her.

However, the tips of her ears couldn't bear the pink color when it rose, and she still betrayed her after all.

Wen Yang supported his chin with his left hand, and held a spoon in his right hand.

Eating a spoonful of porridge is as bitter and bitter as taking traditional Chinese medicine.

Jian Muzi watched quietly for a while.

Picking up the unused disposable chopsticks on the table, he opened the mouth of two steamed buns stuffed with three delicacies, and separated the stuffing and skin.

She had already discovered that Officer Wen had his own little habit when eating breakfast.

You must eat the three fresh stuffed buns in the cafeteria, and you must not eat the stuffing.

Presumably the other party just likes the skin of the steamed stuffed bun dipped in soup.

Jian Muzi broke the bun skin into small pieces and put them into a bowl, then moved the bowl to Wen Yang's eyes, "I know you have a headache now, you can't just drink porridge, you have to eat something."

Wen Yang only moved his chopsticks to put the plate of fried vegetables in his mouth, and swallowed it after chewing twice.

The brows immediately wrinkled even tighter.

Apparently, the action of chewing in the mouth made the pain in the temple worse.

Wen Yang raised his eyes and saw that the bowl was full of steamed bun skins. He barely moved his chopsticks a few times, and finally swallowed half of the steamed stuffed bun.

……

After Chen Fei came back with the thermometer, Jian Muzi immediately took Wen Yang's temperature.

39.3 degrees.

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