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Old Liu frowned and walked in: "I noticed that you don't look very well these past few days, are you sick? The weather has just changed, be careful not to catch a cold."

Li Xiangqian waved his hands and pretended to be calm: "It's not that serious, just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest."

Old Liu didn't quite believe it. He stared at Li Xiangqian's face for a while and found that his eyes were a little dazed, and it was obviously not just ordinary fatigue. "You should go see a doctor. Don't delay. Although our courtyard is not big, if someone gets sick, it will be bad if it turns into a serious matter."

Li Xiangqian said unhappily, "It's really nothing, don't make a fuss."

Old Liu sighed and didn't know what to say. He just reminded him, "Okay, take care of yourself. But, I see you seem to have something on your mind these days. Don't keep it to yourself. If you have anything to say, speak up. We are all neighbors after all."

Li Xiangqian smiled and did not respond directly. He just responded casually: "I know, Lao Liu, don't worry."

After Lao Liu left, Li Xiangqian closed the door, and the irritability in his heart surged up again. He sat back at the table, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and tried to continue eating, but a wave of dizziness came over him again, forcing him to put down the bowl in his hand.

"What on earth is going on?" Li Xiangqian muttered to himself. He realized that things might not be that simple. In addition to dizziness, his appetite has also been much worse recently. Even his favorite fried pork belly with onions is not appealing. Even if he tries to force himself to eat, the food seems to have lost its original taste and becomes bland.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his mind in disarray. Life should have been routine, with some occasional disturbances in the calm day after day, but it shouldn't have made him feel so tired. But recently, Qin Huairu's approach, the invisible eyes in the yard, and his own inexplicable physical condition made him gradually feel powerless.

"Let's go check it out." He finally made up his mind, stood up, and prepared to go to the clinic outside the yard to check his condition. Although he was still a little hesitant, he could no longer ignore the abnormality of the past few days. Even if it costs some money, it is better than forcing himself to hold on.

Li Xiangqian thought as he walked out of the house. The sun shone on the ground in the yard. The corner of the courtyard was quiet. A few sparrows chirped under the eaves. The breeze blew, making the air slightly cool. Li Xiangqian shivered subconsciously, feeling that this scene was a little trance and unreal.

Just as he was about to leave the yard, he suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away: "Xiang Qian, where are you going?"

He turned his head and saw Qin Huairu standing at the other end of the yard, holding a basket of vegetables. She looked at Li Xiangqian with a smile, as if the conversation between them last night had never happened.

"I have something to do, so I'm going out for a walk." Li Xiangqian replied hurriedly without stopping.

"Are you feeling unwell? I see you look a little pale." Qin Huairu frowned slightly, speaking with concern.

Li Xiangqian didn't say much, just waved his hand and continued to walk out. He knew that if he continued to stay in the yard, Qin Huairu might find a chance to get close to him again, and what he needed most now was a quiet space to sort out his thoughts and find out what was wrong with him.

He walked out of the yard quickly and headed for the clinic on the corner. He kept telling himself that maybe it was just because of the recent stress or the change of seasons that caused him to feel unwell. But in any case, he wanted to see the doctor first to see if he could give him a clear answer.

There was a small sign hanging at the door of the clinic on the street. The doctor was an old man in his fifties. He was not very busy, but people in the yard would occasionally come to him for a checkup when they had some minor illnesses or pains. Li Xiangqian pushed the door open and saw the deserted clinic inside. Only the doctor was looking down at a pile of medical records.

"What's wrong, Li Xiangqian?" The doctor raised his head and saw him come in, with a familiar smile on his face.

"I've been feeling dizzy and weak lately." Li Xiangqian walked forward, sat on a chair, and briefly explained his symptoms.

The doctor put down what he was holding and looked at him carefully: "How are you feeling recently? Are you stressed?"

Li Xiangqian hesitated for a moment, thinking of the recent events with Qin Huairu. Although he didn't want to talk about it, he nodded and said, "I'm a little bothered."

"That could be a psychological problem. Excessive anxiety can also cause these symptoms." The doctor picked up the stethoscope and began to examine his body. "But I'll still give you a comprehensive examination to see if there are other reasons."

Li Xiangqian sat there, listening to the doctor's examination, thinking about the past few days, with mixed feelings. He couldn't help but wonder if he was too sensitive. Qin Huairu's approach certainly made him upset, but was he thinking too much and complicating things?

The doctor finished the examination quickly and patted his shoulder: "It's not a big problem. It may be that you didn't get enough rest and you were depressed. Go back and have a good rest for a few days. Relax, don't worry too much."

Li Xiangqian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Although no special illness was found, the doctor's words still made him feel a lot more at ease.

After Li Xiangqian returned home from the clinic, he walked into the house and hung his coat on the back of the chair. He suddenly felt a little heavy. He pondered the doctor's words in his heart. Although there was nothing wrong with his body, the inexplicable fatigue still lingered in his heart. He knew that these were not only physical reasons, but more of the things in his heart that he had not sorted out.

"Maybe I just have too many worries." He talked to himself, thinking about the troubles he had experienced during this period of time: Qin Huairu's approaching steps, the looks of the neighbors in the yard, and his own unspeakable uneasiness.

He looked up at the table and found a few slices of onion he had just cut on it, and next to it was the untouched plate of pork belly. Li Xiangqian sighed, but he no longer had the thought of eating. Right now he just wanted to get some tea to warm himself up and soothe his nerves.

So, he walked to the cabinet and took out a bag of tea from the top shelf. It was the tea he would occasionally brew. There wasn't much tea, but it was tasty enough. He liked the light aroma. Every time he drank tea, he could calm down and think about things. Li Xiangqian needed such a moment today.

He poured a cup of water and sat at the table, holding the cup in both hands, staring at the tea leaves slowly unfurling in the hot water. The fragrance of tea permeated the air, gradually covering up other smells in the room. The steam was rising, and the tea in the cup reflected his face, shrouded in mist. Li Xiangqian took a sip, and the warmth of the tea slid down his throat into his stomach, bringing a hint of comfort.