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Jian Cong stuffed his nose with two balls of paper and walked all the way to the infirmary.

The seniors are all studying by themselves, but the second and first graders are out of class, and there are quite a lot of people in the Academic Affairs Office.The infirmary is on the first floor of the academic building.

Jian Cong didn't know what his face looked like now, but it wasn't very good-looking anyway. Several people on the road watched him approaching and gave way to him with horror on their faces.

His forehead was bulging all the time, and when he turned in from the entrance, he glanced at the glass window only to find that his face was pale, with blood all over his face, expressionless like a terminally ill patient, and world-weariness written all over his body.

Quite secondary.

The nostrils were blocked, but he could still feel the restless fluid in the nasal cavity pouring out one after another, and soon the tissue was half wet, and the blood began to flow out from the soaked tissue, dripping into his mouth, Jian Cong was taken aback, and took a few mouthfuls of poo, not caring about admiring his frail body, and hurried into the infirmary, holding his nose.

There are quite a few people in the infirmary, but there are still a small number of people receiving infusions, and most of them are queuing up to get medicine and water to drink medicine.The line was lined up just like the one in the cafeteria at noon, and Jian Cong was so surprised that he almost turned around and left.

But Jian Cong was the most conspicuous one among the sick and disabled. He walked in with blood all over his face, and the nurse saw him before he could speak.

"What's wrong with that classmate?" The nurse shouted.

Jian Cong let go of his hand, and a drop of blood slid into his palm very cooperatively and fell to the ground.

"Nosebleed, I can't stop it." Jian Cong explained the situation in a dull but concise voice.

The nurse quickly told Jian Cong to sit down, took alcohol cotton and came over with a tray.

"Don't look up."

Jian Cong was stopped when he sat down and wanted to look up.

He thought it was a doctor, so he straightened his head again, turned around and found that Lu Yanxue was wrapped in a cold wind and blowing in from under the curtain of the door staring at him.

Lu Yanxue pursed his lips, his face tightened.I don't know if he still cares about the quarrel just now or is worried about Jian Cong's body, but his face is not happy.

The nurse hurried over to stand in front of Jian Cong and wiped the blood on his face with alcohol cotton, feeling the cold and irritating feeling of alcohol sliding on his face, Jian Cong couldn't hold back his itchy throat and coughed twice, and then A few drops of blood came out.

"You have a broken capillary. You have a severe cough and you need to go to the hospital for a lung examination." The nurse said, and then stuffed another piece of gauze or cotton into Jian Cong's nose.

"Ah." Jian Cong replied.

"Auntie, he has a bad cold and cough, can you show him again?" Lu Yanxue stood next to Jian Cong and asked the nurse.

The nurse showed him his throat, and said helplessly, "He wasn't so serious last time, right? Why is it getting heavier now? The infirmary has limited equipment. It's best to go to the hospital to see if there is any lung infection."

"Okay." Lu Yanxue asked the nurse, "How much is it here, Auntie?"

"Two yuan, scan the code yourself, I have other students here." The nurse took the tray back and put it back, and showed the throats of other students.

Lu Yanxue naturally reached into Jian Cong's trouser pocket and took out his mobile phone. The school trouser pocket was quite deep, and Lu Yanxue touched it twice with his fingers.

Jian Cong shuddered and stared at him.

Lu Yanxue quickly unlocked and scanned the code to pay.Then he put the phone in his trouser pocket, and said to Jian Cong, "Come with me to the hospital."

Jian Cong's face was livid, but he could tell the seriousness, and followed Lu Yanxue out of the infirmary.

One of the two didn't get along and the other ignored them. They didn't look like they were going to seek medical treatment, but they looked like they were going out to fight. Someone lifted the curtain and saw the two of them walking away.

No one spoke in the taxi, one sat in front of the other and the other sat in the back, the two faces stretched like a debt collector, the driver asked the destination, Lu Yanxue said the central hospital, the driver asked the young man what happened to the hospital, no one spoke.The driver thought they were in a hurry, and the car drove very fast, and they arrived at the hospital in no time.

This time Lu Yanxue paid in cash.Jian Cong drooped his face and waited until he had paid the money before getting out of the car.

The two had no intention of talking when they entered the hospital. Lu Yanxue helped Jian Cong register, and Jian Cong took Lu Yanxue with him. To be precise, Lu Yanxue followed Jian Cong before finding a place for an examination.

Jian Cong is very familiar with the hospital, he is familiar with every department and every place.But this not-so-good familiarity made Lu Yanxue a little uncomfortable, but since the two were still in a cool cold war stage, Lu Yanxue didn't express his thoughts.

Jian Cong went for a blood test first, and then took a chest X-ray to check for lung problems.

The increase of leukocytes in the blood is due to inflammation, and the X-rays have not found any major problems. Lu Yanxue breathed a sigh of relief, and then took Jian Cong to the respiratory department for examination, and finally found out that it was bronchitis, and the two took the list again Back to the infusion hall for infusion.

The dog Jian Cong insisted on adjusting the drip to the fastest, and the medicine was poured into the blood vessels like water. At this speed, it is estimated that after beating Jian Cong, he would become a water-filled pork.

Lu Yanxue called him several times, and Jian Cong dialed back again. Finally, Lu Yanxue pinned Jian Cong's hand angrily and said, "Are you a primary school student?"

Jian Cong stared at him and said nothing.

After nearly three or four hours of infusion, Lu Yanxue called home to explain the situation.On the other end of the phone, Jian Cong could hear her aunt saying loudly: "Ah? What's going on? Jian Cong is sick again. Where are his family members?"

Jian Cong didn't listen to what was said later, he lay on the chair with his eyes closed, Lu Yanxue pulled the blanket for him, and put his hands in the blanket.

"Call my dad and go back to school." Jian Cong said.

Lu Yanxue then called Jian Chuming again. Jian Chuming asked about the situation and said he would call someone over immediately. Lu Yanxue said there was no need for it, and he would go back soon after losing, and told his uncle that he hoped that his uncle would pay more attention to Jian Cong's body.When he said these words in a dignified tone, Jian Chuming was stunned for a moment before responding.

After pulling out the needle, Jian Cong's palm was still cold, so Lu Yanxue took his hand and pressed the cotton swab for him.Jian Cong struggled twice, but didn't break free, just let him go.

Lu Yanxue sent Jian Cong home, and didn't stop until the elevator door. He slowed down his tone and said to Jian Cong, "Jian Xiaocong, go back and take your medicine. Go to bed early today and don't stay up late."

Jian Cong was angry again, and lost his temper after being beaten by such a series of cats and cats.I just feel that I can't get over my face, so if I say reconciliation, I will reconcile. Brother Cong has no face?

"Did you hear that?" Lu Yanxue frowned and asked Jian Cong.

Jian Cong looked at the number of floors the elevator jumped, and said expressionlessly: "Okay, don't worry, I won't infect you with a cold." Say what.

Lu Yanxue looked at him blankly for a while, then suddenly pulled off his mask, put his arms around Jian Cong's neck and kissed him.

Jian Cong was startled by him, and pushed him out with his elbow. The elevator dinged, Jian Cong groaned, and the door opened.

Xi Fang hurried through the door, looked out, and was stunned.

Lu Yanxue turned his back to the elevator door and saw no one. Jian Cong's heart twisted heavily, and there was only one word in his head.

Fuck!

Facing this scene, Xi Fang also froze for a moment, first said: "You are back." Then said: "I just called you and no one answered."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three of them froze.

The author has something to say:

Quarreling is the most fearful of the cold war. Girls speak directly when they have something to say. Don't follow Jian Xiaocong's wrong example. The dead duck has a hard mouth, but not everyone can get Tsundere. ╰_╯