What to do if you are allergic to your boyfriend

Yu Jian returned to the dormitory, closed the door with a bang, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

He went to the window and opened it, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

The doctor's words circled in his mind.

The doctor said that this kind of diagnosis and treatment method must be under the guidance of a psychologist to formulate a reasonable diagnosis and treatment plan, otherwise it may be counterproductive.

To translate it means, tell him not to try blindly, it may be dangerous.

Yu Jian thought about it, and felt that there must be no major problem. She just had to pay attention not to spend too much time in contact with Chi Yan, and get used to it little by little. There was no need to seek a professional psychologist.

Yu Jian couldn't afford the expensive fees of a psychiatrist.

He thought over what the doctor said over and over in his mind.

Happy and pleasant things?

Does sneaking a look at Chi Yan count?

As long as she glanced at him and felt that he existed in her field of vision, Yu Jian was very satisfied.

It was as if a swaying little flower had bloomed in Yu Jian's heart at this moment. The little flower only grew a soft petal, but looking at the bright and brilliant petals of the little flower, he felt that he seemed to be alive.

Yu Jian regained her composure, picked up a pencil and began to write, refining the works for the competition.

When Chi Yan returned home, he threw down his schoolbag and went to his own study.

Chi's father squinted his eyes, looked at Chi Yan who was afraid that the study room would not be messy looking for books all over the sky, and asked: "What's the matter, tossing is not such a tossing method."

Chi Yan was holding a pile of precarious books and a copy of "Allergy and Inflammatory Response" in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows at Chi's father and motioned for him to take it for him.

Chi's father put down the newspaper in his hand with a helpless expression, walked over to help Chi Yan take the book, glanced at it, and said, "My son is excellent. Why, he plans to apply to the medical department in university?"

Chi Yan stared at the book, frowned extremely focused, and answered Chi's father distractedly, "Maybe I will."

Chi's father said "Oh": "I never heard you say that you want to study medicine before, what's the matter, you want to be an angel in white to save lives and heal the wounded?"

Chi Yan didn't raise his head, and buried himself in the pile of books like a hill, rummaging through them: "I have a classmate who is very strange and allergic to people."

"Huh? Allergic to whom?"

"Your son."

Papa Chi raised his eyebrows, and stared at Chi Yan incredulously: "Why, this allergen is a bit strange."

Chi Yan replied, "Yeah, he blushed and his heart beat when he saw me, and he couldn't breathe easily."

Chi's father said meaningfully, looked at his son with malicious intentions, gossiped and guessed: "Boys and girls? I blush at you, maybe it means I like you?"

Chi Yan raised his head from the mountain of books, with a pen in his mouth, and looked at Chi's father speechlessly: "I finally know how you chased after my mother."

Sipilailian is persistent and narcissistic.

Chi's father let out a hey, with a face full of pride, cautiously walked out the door, made sure that Chi's mother was in the kitchen, lowered his voice and said to Chi Yan: "Your mother liked me back then, we were in love with each other, but it's just that we don't care about life and death. Don’t admit it, don’t admit it, don’t admit it, I just know it.”

Chi Yan turned a page of the book coldly: "Thank you Dad for passing on all the genes that make me feel good about myself."

Back then, if it wasn't for his father's shameless pursuit of his mother, he would have been able to catch up with the hottest student, and he would have been a school bully who was dedicated to school?

My mother also likes him, co-authored it for so many years and thought it was a double arrow?

Chi's father looked at Chi Yan and asked curiously, "Hey, you're really allergic. That's really strange. Isn't your Uncle Chen treating allergies? Let him take a look?"

Chi Yan suddenly realized, and hissed, thinking how he forgot about this person.

Uncle Chen is an expert in the treatment of allergies. He has been practicing medicine for more than ten years and has treated countless difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

But he immediately reacted, frowned and said: "No, Uncle Chen is treating psychological allergies, this is completely irrelevant."

Papa Chi gave a grace, and spread his hands: "Then there's nothing you can do. Which classmate of yours has a good relationship with you? See if you're nervous."

Chi Yan said kindly, and flipped through the list of the top three hospitals closest to the school on the phone: "Yu Jian."

Papa Chi was puzzled and said, "Isn't this the kid who got into a fight with you?"

Chi Yan nodded, found the nearest hospital, said yes, and dialed a number to call Yu Jian: "Yes."

Hitting is kissing and scolding is love.

By the time Yu Jian finished painting, the sky had already darkened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his own work in front of him, a little bit embarrassed.

I drew this kind of black and white decorative painting when I was just learning to paint. At that time, I used it to practice the basics. I didn't expect that ten years later, I would still be painting this.

One of the reasons for painting this kind of painting is to restore the black and white scene at that time to the greatest extent, and the other is because he is not sure about the color.

Oil painting, watercolor painting, etc. that need to be colored, once the hands shake and the colors are mixed together, even if there is only a little edge, the painting will be completely destroyed.

With Yu Jian's right hand, he didn't dare to try it lightly.

He also thought about it, it doesn't matter whether the painting wins an award or not.

The process of painting is the one he puts the most effort into.

The content of the painting is his most cherished memory.

His favorite painter Da Da was the one who commented on his paintings.

He is content.

Yu Jian put the painting away, picked up the phone and found that there were many unknown calls.

Yu Jian looked at the word "Chi Yan" on the screen of the mobile phone, a little dazed.

He was about to call the other party back, when a shock came from the other party.

Yu Jian quickly picked up the phone and gave a hello.

"twelve."

Yu Jian let out a cry, and said hastily, "What?"

The voice on the other side was casual, with a kind of carelessness unique to Chi Yan.

"I called every 5 minutes, a total of twelve calls, multiplied by one hour, what are you doing during these six 10 minutes?"

Yu Jian suddenly choked, what is he doing...?

I'm drawing a picture of two people sleeping together.

His face was slightly red, and his mind was a little blocked when he blinked.

Chi Yan teased, "I guess you are drawing."

Yu Jian: "..."

Just as he was about to subconsciously deny it, he said, "I guess you were blushing just now."

Yu Jian: "...!!"

Yu Jian couldn't help but asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Chi Yan is amazing.

A smile came from the opposite side, like a low electric current, sweeping across Yu Jian's ear, crisp, itchy and grinding.

The deep magnetic voice said word by word: "Because you blush every time you see me, and it must be no exception on the phone."

Yu Jian's face flushed immediately, she coughed lightly and brought the subject back: "Well, why are you calling me?"

"Find some time on the weekend, and I will go to the hospital with you."

Yu Jian groaned, and immediately realized, she shook her head and said, "Don't go, I went there again later."

Chi Yan said "En?", and asked: "You have been there, when, what did the doctor say, taking medicine or infusion, is there a cure? There is no guarantee of recurrence."

Yu Jian smiled lightly, and quickly said, "Well, the doctor said, it might be because I was too nervous."

Too much mental tension leads to psychological allergies, the doctor's words.

The doctor asked him to go to a psychiatrist to confirm it first. He is not sure now and cannot jump to conclusions.

He didn't dare to tell Chi Yan this conclusion casually, after all, he didn't dare to make sure, for fear that after Chi Yan heard it, he would find out that it was a real allergy and be happy in vain.

Chi Yan, however, keenly grasped the information inside, and asked, "Could it be a psychological factor?"

Yu Jian hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "The doctor said that the possibility could not be ruled out, but I'm not sure yet..."

There was no sound from the phone, it was rustling, as if she was looking for something.

Yu Jian gave a puzzled hello, but there was no response.

2 minutes passed.

"Hey, hey, are you still there?" The other side was panting, as if he had come running.

Yu Jian held the phone patiently all the time, and said grace: "Yes, you just—"

"We still have to go to the hospital this weekend."

Chi Yan took the phone number he had just copied from his dad's phone, and said word by word with the phone between his hands.

"what?"

"My dad has a friend who is a psychiatrist. Let's go see him."

Yu Jian was taken aback, and the haze in her heart was swept away, she nodded quickly, and after nodding for a while, she found that the opposite side was invisible, so she said quickly, "Okay, let's go on Saturday."

"No, tomorrow, no, today, now."

The voice on the other side was a little anxious.

Yu Jian shook her head: "Come on, I'm still going to study at night for these two days, and I only have time for lunch in the afternoon, so don't rush it."

"I'm in a hurry."

Yu Jian was taken aback by Chi Yan's sudden words, coughed, and wondered why she was distracted.

"No, just go on Saturday. I have to make up my homework in the next few days, so I don't have time." Yu Jian was tough once in a while.

The other side was silent for two seconds, then compromised for a while and said, "Okay."

Yu Jian breathed a sigh of relief and put down the phone.

It's not because he has a lot of homework, but because he thinks about weekends and spends more time with Chi Yan.

Even if two people can't get close to each other, he is still very satisfied.

Yu Jian shook her head, wondering why she had so many strange thoughts recently, all in a mess.

Isn't it just Chiyan to accompany me to see a doctor? It's nothing special.

Yu Jian regained her composure, only to remember that she hadn't done it when she got back with the physics tutoring material book today. She raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Xin Dao could still do it for half an hour.

He took out the book from his schoolbag, and just as he opened it, a small note fell out of it.

A blue post-it note, Yu Jian frowned and squatted down to pick it up while thinking.

The blue sticky note...it seems to be the memo that Chi Yan coughed that day, and he reminded himself to bring medicine to Chi Yan.

He picked it up, but found that the handwriting was arrogant and not his own handwriting at all.

After seeing clearly what was written on it, Yu Jian opened her mouth slightly, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her pupils were filled with shock.

On the blue post-it note, the pen was sharp and wild, and a few words were engraved with great strength.

"Sugar is sweet, and so are cold medicines."