Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

In the next few days, it started to rain in City Z, the continuous rainy weather, the temperature also dropped sharply, it seemed that winter had suddenly entered, and Xie Yan caught a cold unexpectedly.

In fact, it was just a small cold, so Xie Yan didn't take it to heart.

He was not the only one who caught a cold, even the doctors in the hospital collapsed. Two of Zhao Wumian's departments were sick, so they were busy.

Xie Yan didn't go to Zhao Wumian's house to eat or drink these few days, the two of them could only talk on the phone when they were free.The small cold dragged on like this for two or three days, and it turned into a fever, with a hoarse voice, Zhao Wumian could tell something was wrong as soon as he spoke.

"You have a cold?" Zhao Wumian looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and frowned with more than an hour before the end of get off work.

There was a coughing sound from the receiver, Xie Yan covered his mouth, and took a breath: "Cough, it's okay, it's just that I have talked too much in class, and my voice is a little hoarse."

"Then what are you coughing for?"

"Ah, I choked on drinking water just now." Xie Yan seemed to be still laughing, cleared his throat and said, "Don't worry, I have medicine."

He struggled to finish class today, and found that he had a fever and went to get the medicine. He took the medicine at noon and slept all afternoon, and now he was lying on the bed exhausted, still feeling sleepy, and he didn't even want to talk , but he was reluctant to just hang up Zhao Wumian's phone call.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a while before asking: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I've eaten." Xie Yan opened his eyes and said nonsense, his tone was extremely calm, "What about you?"

"Not yet, I'll eat later after get off work."

Before chatting for a few words, a family member of the patient came to the office, Zhao Wumian explained to Xie Yan, and then hung up the phone.

One continued to be busy with work, and the other rolled over and embraced the quilt and fell asleep again.

……

It started to rain again at night, and the pattering rain hit the window. Xie Yan vaguely felt that someone was touching his forehead when he was asleep, and then the room was suddenly lit up. The eyelids already felt too dazzling.

Compared with his forehead, the broad palm was too cold. When he reached his forehead and put the back of his hand on the side of his neck, he raised his hand and patted it, and then pulled the quilt to wrap himself in it.

The deep male voice patiently called him twice, Xie Yan frowned and said "huh", but he didn't have the slightest intention to get out of the quilt.

Zhao Wumian was helpless, lifted the quilt and pressed his shoulder and shook him: "Xie Yan."

"You have a fever." He frowned no more than Xie Yan, tried his best to suppress his voice and the irritability in his heart and asked, "Have you taken any medicine?"

Only then did Xie Yan wake up a little bit, shook his head slightly, and asked vaguely: "Why are you here..."

His voice was so hoarse, and it was difficult to speak, Zhao Wumian touched his chapped lips, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll get you some hot water."

Why else, I am naturally worried.

Xie Yan obviously also came to his senses, he bent his eyes and smiled, and nodded.

Zhao Wumian took the warm water and passed it to Xie Yan after testing the temperature.There was medicine on the bedside, he had just looked at it, it was obviously antipyretic medicine, the amount he had taken once, it meant that Xie Yan knew that he had a fever, but he didn't tell him.Neither the kitchen nor the living room looked like they had eaten. Thinking of this, his brows became tighter: "Did you take the medicine today?"

"...Well, it's just a cold." Xie Yan took another sip of water from the glass and licked his dry lips.

"Then you have eaten too?" Zhao Wumian stared at him, his eyes darkened.

Xie Yan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, so he pretended to be silly and smiled, trying to get away with it.

He said: "...you have eaten it."

When Xie Yan laughed, he always made people feel uneasy.

Zhao Wumian stood up with a blank expression, looked past him and landed on the medicine on the bedside: "Xie Yan."

"Tell me, which doctor will prescribe aspirin and cephalosporin to a patient who just has a cold?"

"I..." Xie Yan's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it, but at this moment his throat was itchy and sore, he couldn't help coughing, and he spoke intermittently, "I... cough, cough, a few days ago, Cough cough... I have a cold, I didn't notice."

Xie Yan's complexion was very bad, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips were white, and his eyes were red when he coughed, all of which made Zhao Wumian want to give up this meaningless confrontation.But he resisted the urge to hug Xie Yan into his arms, and took a step back.

I had a bit of a cold a few days ago, but I just went to get the medicine today, and it turned into a fever, and I kept it from him.With slightly moving fingertips curled up into a fist, Zhao Wumian exhaled forcefully, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm really fine..." Xie Yan whispered, "Didn't everyone say it's better to take medicine for six days or seven days?"

Zhao Wumian's face suddenly darkened completely, his sharp gaze was like a frost knife, cold to the bone: "Xie Yan, do you have a heart?"

"Do you know that a cold and a fever can be fatal." He clenched his fists tightly, as if exhausting all his strength to spit out the rest of the words, "The upper respiratory tract infection causes viral myocarditis, encephalitis, pneumonia, Inflammation turns into cancer, how do you want to die, huh?"

The cold turned into lung cancer... The words scattered in the memory were turned out, Xie Yan was shocked to realize what kind of misunderstanding he had touched, and subconsciously reached out to grab Zhao Wumian's hand: "I'm sorry...I..."

Zhao Wumian dodged it, and the cold voice struck Xie Yan's nerves word by word: "You don't spare your life, I will spare you."

The door was closed with a slam, Xie Yan's body trembled unconsciously, he subconsciously got up and wanted to chase out, just sitting up, the movement was too big, he was dizzy for a while, the sequelae of not eating on time and having a fever Symptoms, the strength of the whole body seems to be drained.

The lawless and incompetent demon king was never so helpless, but he was so wronged that he couldn't even say a word.Zhao Wumian has always been calm and self-sufficient, but today he was obviously pissed off. He leaned back to the bedside, pressed his unconsciously trembling hand, and waited for a few minutes before he tried his best to touch the medicine and water on the bedside.

This time he was really choked and coughed violently for a while. He took off the medicine, swallowed it with water, fell down weakly, and lay back on the bed.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier, mixed with some other sounds that were not clear.He held the phone, hesitating whether to send a text message to Zhao Wumian, deleted, deleted and changed it, and finally he deleted even the sentence "I'm sorry". There was a blank input box, and he put the phone away with a headache. He closed his eyes. , ready to sleep for a while.

I don't know how long it has passed. He was sweating all over his body and he still hasn't fallen asleep. His throat was dry and astringent. He groped in the bedside table for a while and found the water glass.The water in the glass was a little cold, and there wasn't much left, so he drank it up in two or three sips. He got out of bed and went out to fetch the water without the energy or mood, sighed, and put the water glass back to its original position.

The door slammed, Xie Yan half propped up his body, and his eyes collided with Zhao Wumian who pushed the door in, making him a little dizzy.

"you……"

Zhao Wumian put the bowls and chopsticks in his hand on the bed, turned around and left without saying a word, took the empty water glass.Xie Yan looked at the bowl of clear noodle soup by the bedside and sniffed.

I didn't leave...

Xie Yan had been hungry all afternoon, but when he saw this bowl of hot noodles, his chest was sore.

Zhao Wumian came back with the hot water, Xie Yan just took a bite of the noodles, he raised his hand and grabbed him, tried to swallow the noodles, and asked vaguely: "Are you hungry?"

His voice is still hoarse, with a bit of a nasal sound. It sounds soft and waxy, probably from the heat, and his face is a little sickly flushed. His appearance looks distressed and pitiful, which makes him feel uncomfortable. People can't harden their hearts, and people want to bully him even harder.

Zhao Wumian didn't speak, just glanced at him, and pulled out his grasped wrist.Xie Yan's bright eyes dimmed, Zhao Wumian couldn't bear it anymore, he touched Xie Yan's forehead, and sighed: "I'm not hungry."

Xie Yan said "Oh", and wanted to say something, but Zhao Wumian didn't give him a chance, turned around and went out again.

Xie Yan was eating the noodles while listening intently to the movement in the living room, but the rain was too loud, he couldn't hear anything clearly, he just thought that since Zhao Wumian cooked the noodles for him, he shouldn't just leave him like this I went home alone.But I felt nervous, so I had to work hard to eat the noodles seriously, even drank half a bowl of noodle soup, and then got out of bed with the bowl, opened the door with small movements, and looked into the living room.

The living room is empty.

He opened the door, took two steps outside, and stood in the corridor.

In the empty living room, the lights were still on, but there was no sign of that person.

gone... eh...

Xie Yan glanced at the bowl in his hand, most of the noodle soup left in the bowl and a few noodles that seemed to be cut off, seemed to be able to see his slumped face through the bottom of the soup.

The living room is not like the heating in the room, he was already shivering from the cold just standing there for 2 minutes, it was too cold at night, with such heavy rain, did Zhao Wumian get home yet?

He washed the bowl mechanically and put it back in the cupboard. Only then did he realize that he was sweating all over after standing for a while, his forehead was no longer so hot, and the roots of his hair were covered with sweat, making his whole body sticky and uncomfortable .

Take a shower and sleep again, the fever should subside tomorrow, right?

A hot bath is as irresistible as a warm quilt in winter. Xie Yan was a little drowsy, so he patted his face to wake him up. After taking a bath, he put on warm and clean clothes and forced himself to blow dry Hair, ready to drink a cup of hot water and fell asleep, but there was a sound from the door, which was the sound of a key being turned.

At that moment, Xie Yan suddenly woke up, and the blood all over his body froze for a moment.

Pushing a suitcase and carrying a huge mountaineering bag, the man seemed to have returned from a robbery. He was still holding a suitcase in his hand. His shoulders were wet. Xie Yan's hand holding the cup was tightened, and his knuckles turned white. : "Are you going home... to move things?"

Zhao Wumian put the suitcase in his hand on the ground, changed his shoes, picked up the suitcase, pushed the luggage, and walked towards the house.

Walking towards Xie Yan.

He said, "Get well soon."

Xie Yan forgot what he wanted to ask and what to say, he just coughed again, until the corners of his eyes became watery.

After drinking several sips of water, he suppressed the discomfort in his throat, and when he looked up, Zhao Wumian had already walked up to him.

Then he took the suitcase from Zhao Wumian's hand.Hands, lips, and tone of voice trembled uncontrollably: "Follow the doctor's advice."

The author has something to say:

live together

Let me explain here, why Zhao Wumian reacted so strongly

It was because Xie Yan was angry that Xie Yan was sick but kept it from him

It's also because his mother died of pneumonia due to a cold

Although the words are a bit heavy, and it is true that most colds are minor illnesses

But he is a person who has experienced life and death, and he is also a doctor, so he knows the stakes in it better than anyone else

Also, he is actually a very insecure person (there will be a storyline behind this point)

So the reaction will be very big.