The whole world is begging for my debut

Feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

Wen Shi felt as if there was a fire burning in his body, which made him lose all strength, not even the strength to open his eyes.

The only remaining thought is to judge the situation hazyly, and he is sick.

How long has it been since you were sick?Wen Shi vaguely thought that he often fell ill when he was young, but since he went abroad to study, the number of illnesses has decreased a lot.

He actually likes to be sick.

It's not that I like the discomfort and pain when I'm sick, but I like the feeling of being cared for when I'm sick.

Ever since he could remember, he knew that his parents were very busy, and they often couldn't see each other for a few days, let alone take care of him.

But whenever he was sick, his parents would put aside their busy work, stay by his side, tell him stories, buy toys, and meet all his requirements. At that time, the parents were the ones who loved him the most.

However, this is only when he is sick.

Sick people are favored.

With this understanding, Wen Shi does not hate being sick like other children. Although the pills are bitter and the injections are painful, the parents are very gentle.

As long as you are sick, you can be vulnerable, you can act like a baby, you can be willful, and you can get everything you want.

As long as you are sick...

There are voices in my ears, and the deliberately low voice can't make out what is being said, and I can't tell who is talking.

Both seem to be male, could one of them be that guy?

Wen Shi tried his best to break through the shackles, and slowly opened his eyes.

A blinding light shone into his eyes, and he was forced to half-close them, but even so, he was still trying to see the person next to the bed.

"Hour, you're awake!"

Seeing him open his eyes, Lan Qing immediately cried out excitedly.

Wen Shi raised his head again to look at the man near the bed - a strange middle-aged man in a white coat, who was adjusting the infusion speed.

There is no fourth person in the room.

Wen Shi closed his eyes.

"When I was young, how are you? Is there any discomfort? Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Lan Qing hurriedly asked again and again, afraid that he was not feeling well.

Wen Shi shook his head and said, "I'm fine..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a pain in his throat as if it had been ground by sandpaper, and even his voice was extremely hoarse.

The doctor looked at him and explained: "Your throat is inflamed, you should talk less."

Wen nodded.

Lan Qing thought for a while, picked up the cup on the bedside, and said, "Xiu, do you want to drink water? Just nod your head to drink!"

Wen Shi shook his head.

"Aren't you going to drink? Not thirsty?" Lan Qing asked worriedly.

Wen Shi still shook his head.

The doctor said dissatisfiedly to Lan Qing: "Don't keep bluffing, the patient needs to rest, you keep quarreling with him, he can't rest."

As soon as Lan Qing heard this, she immediately looked at Wen Shi uneasily, afraid that she would really disturb him, then nodded to the doctor, and obediently shut her mouth.

The doctor told Wen Shi: "You have a fever, you need to rest well, you can't continue to practice, you can only continue to practice after you recover from the illness, you know?"

"Yeah." Wen Shi nodded.

"I heard that you had a fever and continued to practice dancing, and finally passed out due to exhaustion." The doctor shook his head disapprovingly, "You young people just don't understand the importance of the body, and you think you are If you are in good health, it doesn’t matter if you are sick, you can get through it, but let me tell you, no matter you are young or old, as long as you are sick, you should stop for treatment and rest, and wait until the illness is cured. Don’t think that I am in good health. Just spoil it..."

Lan Qing glared at him, but still said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you tell me not to quarrel with him, why are you chattering here by yourself, and tell no one to rest!"

Accused by him, the doctor shut up embarrassingly.After a while, he coughed lightly and said, "He's awake, I'll report his situation to Mr. Shang."

After speaking, he went out.

Wen Shi watched him go out, then turned his gaze to Lan Qing.

Lan Qing asked him softly: "Shi, is there anything you want? Just tell me, and I'll get it for you!"

Wen Shi shook his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Shang... Did you say anything?"

Enduring the burning pain in his throat, he spoke slowly word by word.

Lan Qing managed to hear the question clearly from his hoarse and weak voice, smiled, gave him a reassuring look, and said, "Oh, you said boss, don't worry, the boss didn't blame you for delaying practice because of this, He just wants you to take a good rest and wait for your health to recover before talking about other things.”

"Ah, by the way, that doctor just now is the boss's personal doctor. He has been with the boss for more than ten years, and this time he is specially sent by the boss to take care of you." Lan Qing said with a smile, trying to dispel his worries as much as possible. "The boss is also very concerned about your physical condition, and will not make things difficult for you."

"En." After Wen Shi finished listening, he nodded, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little more tired.

"I'm tired, can I ask you to go out, I want to rest." Wen Shi said slowly, slowly, enduring the pain.

"Ah, good, good!" Lan Qing got up immediately, "You rest, I won't disturb you anymore, take a good rest, if you need anything, just call me, I'll be outside!"

"En." Wen Shi raised the corner of his mouth, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Lan Qing waved to him and walked to the door, "Then I'll go out first."

"Ah."

The door was closed, and the room returned to tranquility, except for the sound of the medicine flowing in the bottle, it was so quiet that even the sound of the beating heart was never heard.

Wen Shi slowly closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

When Wen Shi woke up again, the room was pitch black. He had just woken up, his eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness, and he couldn't see anything.

He moved his right hand, and the feeling of a foreign object being stuck on it was gone.

I don't know if it's because of getting enough sleep, or because of the bottle of water, but now he feels much better.

what time is it?

He stretched out his hand to touch the mobile phone by the bed, but just as he stretched out his hand, he was held by a warm palm.

"What are you looking for?"

The man's deep voice was particularly seductive in the darkness.

Wen Shi's heart skipped a beat.

He blinked vigorously and shook his head, trying to adapt his eyes to the darkness, while the hand that was being held was tightly grasping the other, as if wanting to confirm the authenticity.

"Turn on the light?" the man asked.

"En!" Wen Shi replied without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, with a snap, the bedside lamp was turned on, and the warm orange light spilled into every corner of the room. Wen Shi squinted his eyes for a while to adapt, and finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.

Shang Siyan was sitting on the head of his bed, holding his hand tightly with one hand, and pressing the switch with the other.

Perhaps because of the light, his expression looked gentle and tired.

Wen Shi looked at him, blinking his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Shang Siyan asked softly.

His voice was very soft and soft, and it sounded somewhat ambiguous in such a quiet environment.

Wen nodded.

So Shang Siyan reached over with his other hand, touched his forehead, and said, "It seems that the fever has subsided—do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Why are you here?" The answer was irrelevant.

Shang Siyan frowned: "Why is your voice so hoarse?"

Wen Shi raised his hand to his throat and swallowed hard.

Shang Siyan sighed and asked, "Drink water?"

Wen nodded.

Shang Siyan moved the hand that was holding him, but couldn't let go, so he looked down at the hand.

Wen Shi also looked down, and found that he was holding on to the other party tightly, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and quickly let go.

Shang Siyan first came over to lift him up from the bed and lean on the pillow, and then went to pour him water.

Touching the wall of the cup to feel the temperature of the water, Shang Siyan handed the cup over: "It's not very hot, you can drink it."

Wen Shi's hand touched the cup, as the other party said, it was a warm touch, so he took it, but his hand really lacked strength, and the water cup started to shake when he took it, and the water in the cup splashed a lot less out.

Wen Shi tried his best to keep steady, but at the same time he felt puzzled, since he had no strength in his hands, where did he get the strength to grab the opponent just now.

A hand reached out and took the cup from his.

Wen Shi looked at Shang Siyan in surprise.

"I'll feed you." Shang Siyan said helplessly as he handed the cup to his lips.

Wen Shi looked at him for a while, then lowered his head and opened his mouth to cover the rim of the cup, while Shang Siyan tilted the cup in cooperation to let the water flow into his mouth.

The warm water entered the mouth, flowed through the throat, moistened the dryness, and relieved the pain, just like that, all the discomfort was resolved.

The glass of water soon ran out, and because he drank too fast, some water flowed down the corner of his mouth before it could get into his mouth. Wen Shi stretched out his tongue to lick it, but touched the warm finger of the other party——Shang Siyan He just stretched out his fingers to help him wipe off the water stains on his lips.

The two froze at the same time.

It was Shang Siyan who came to his senses first, retracted his hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you still drinking?"

"No need." Wen Shi tried to swallow, and with the moisture of water, his throat didn't hurt so much.

"En." Shang Siyan nodded, and put the cup back on the bedside table.

Wen Shi touched the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and the feeling of touching the other's fingers just now seemed to remain on it, lingering.

"What time is it?" Wen Shi bit the tip of his tongue lightly, covered the feeling with pain, and asked.

"01:30."

"One... half?" Wen Shi was a little surprised, which 01:30?

"01:30 in the morning."

Wen Shi was speechless, it was already so late, and the other party was still here...

He looked at Shang Siyan, the light in his eyes gathered little by little.

However, Shang Siyan frowned suddenly, and then said: "Since your fever has subsided, you will resume training tomorrow."

"Huh?" Hearing this unexpectedly, Wen Shi was momentarily stunned.

Ignoring his reaction, Shang Siyan stood up, "I'll go first."

Wen Shi blinked.

Shang Siyan turned around and walked towards the door without hesitation.

The door opened and closed again, and the room became quiet again, so quiet that even the beating of the heart could not be heard.

Wen Shi raised his head and stared at the pure white ceiling above his head, the orange light shone on it, which looked very warm.

He raised the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that sick people don't necessarily get favoritism either.