[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

Qi Yi said: "Yes, it's decided, I'll leave after the National Games is over."

"You can't discuss it with me." Liang Fan's voice sounded angry and helpless.

"I don't need to discuss my own affairs with others." Qi Yi's tone of voice was still as cold and indifferent as he was usually, with one thing, very intimidating, and easy to irritate people.

Sure enough, Liang Fan was irritated by him. Ao Ling only heard a muffled "boom" and didn't know what happened inside, so he heard Liang Fan's angry roar coming through the door: "Say it again, I Is it someone else?"

"..."

Ao Ling felt that the two of them might be about to fight, so he opened the door and entered the room. The scene in front of him happened to be that stupid Liang Fan holding Qi Yi on the wardrobe, with one hand grabbing Qi Yi's collar, Put your hands on the back of someone's head.

The distance between the two of them was too close, and their posture was too ambiguous, Ao Ling who was standing at the door was frightened.

He felt that the atmosphere between these two people was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

But this picture was too shocking to him. He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't find out what was wrong.On the contrary, those two people seemed to have been frightened by something, and turned their heads to look at him in unison.

"Let go." Qi Yi glared at Liang Fan and reprimanded him in a low voice.

Liang Fan reluctantly let go of his hand and asked Ao Ling, "Why are you back at this time?"

"I...I..." Ao Ling couldn't turn his head, the CPU was still processing the subtle gestures of these two people just now, what exactly they were doing.

Liang Fan waved his hand impatiently: "Why don't you go sit next door, we have something to talk about."

"Oh... Ahh~" Ao Ling sneezed again in one breath, quickly found a coat from the cabinet and put it on, "Then I'll go and sit with Li Sichen."

Although Liang Fan let go of Qi Yi, he put his hands on the cabinet and surrounded him with his body and arms, not allowing him to leave.

"Get out of the way!" Qi Yi raised his leg and kicked him, not polite at all, and knocked his knee on the opponent's thigh.Even Ao Ling could tell that this was the lower part of the leg, and if it was higher, it would be another part.

Liang Fan grinned his teeth in pain, but still refused to move half a step away. The two looked at each other, and Ao Ling stood aside inexplicably embarrassed, and slowly moved towards the door calmly.

"Ugh……"

In the end, Qi Yi sighed softly, and patted Liang Fan on the shoulder: "We'll talk about this matter another day, Xiao Qi doesn't seem to be feeling well, go and see him first."

As long as he softened his tone, Liang Fan felt that he was softened.The two came to see the child, but Ao Ling was still struggling to move out step by step.

Liang Fan hugged him from behind, Ao Ling almost couldn't stand still, and fell directly backwards, Liang Fan supported him, helped him to sit down on the chair next to the desk, and touched his forehead again: "It seems a little hot, Lao Qi, bring the thermometer over here."

Qi Yi first took a tissue box and put it in front of Ao Ling, asking him to wipe his nose. After searching for a long time, he found a thermometer from the pen holder.

Ao Ling sat there weakly, feeling more and more wrong, her head was covered by layers of something, very heavy and a little dizzy.My whole body is sore and weak, and my throat is also a little itchy.

About 10 minutes later, Qi Yi asked Ao Ling to take out the thermometer. At this time, Fu Xingtu also pushed the door in from the outside, still holding Ao Ling's coat in his hand.

"38.6°C." Qi Yi handed the thermometer to Fu Xingtu, "The temperature is a little high, what should I do if there is no antipyretic in the dormitory?"

Generally, provincial teams are managed in a closed manner. The team members usually have little chance to go out of school, and they have little chance to meet outsiders. In addition, they are all in good physical condition, rarely have a cold or fever, and even if they have a cough, they will not take medicine easily. , are carried over.

Ao Ling's body temperature is unlikely to be overwhelmed, and he must take some antipyretics.

Fu Xingtu found a pack of clean cotton swabs from the cabinet and took out two to use as tongue depressors. He turned on the flashlight and patted Ao Ling on the shoulder: "Open your mouth."

The tonsils were red and swollen, and several purulent spots could be seen.Fu Xingtu immediately asked Qi Yi and Liang Fan to wash their hands first, and then opened the doors and windows.

He opened Ao Ling's closet again, looking for a thicker piece of clothing for him to wear. After searching for a long time, the closet was full of snacks, and the rest of the clothes were thin sportswear except for T-shirts. There was no thicker clothes at all.

Fu Xingtu had no choice but to find a thick coat in his closet and put it on him: "Can I still walk by myself?"

Ao Ling lying on the table was extremely uncomfortable, her throat was hot and her saliva hurt.

He nodded and stood up unsteadily, Fu Xingtu hurriedly supported him: "Forget it, I'll carry you on my back."

It was so late, and the infirmary couldn't do a blood test. At most, they opened a shop for ibuprofen. After thinking about it, Fu Xingtu sent the person to the hospital directly.

Fu Xingtu placed him on the passenger seat, and then turned around to help him fasten his seat belt. Because the two of them were so close together in this posture, they felt that the breath he exhaled had a scorching temperature. It seemed that he was very sick. clear.

Ao Ling suddenly opened his eyes, not sure if it was because of illness, but his eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, looking like a poor and fragile deer.

Fu Xingtu patted his head: "Close your eyes and rest for a while, and you'll be at the hospital in a while."

Ao Ling turned his head to the other side, a cold would be contagious through the respiratory tract, he didn't want Fu Xingtu to have a fever with him tomorrow.

When Fu Xingtu approached just now, at that moment, the scene that appeared in Ao Ling's mind turned out to be the scene he saw when he opened the dormitory earlier - Liang Fan pressed Qi Yi on the cabinet, and the two were very close.

I don't know if it was because of the fever, but Ao Ling felt her heart was beating fast, and her face was also a little hot.

He was in a daze, and his mind was in chaos. He could only see that Fu Xingtu was busy, took him to the emergency room, helped him into the consulting room, coaxed him to take his temperature again, opened his mouth to look at his throat, and then took him to the emergency room. Go for blood routine.

The body temperature had risen to 40°C, and the blood test revealed that it was a bacterial infection, and some anti-inflammatory drugs needed to be infused.

Fu Xingtu briefly explained the situation to the doctor, because Ao Ling is an active athlete, and there will be a competition next month, he cannot use hormone drugs, so he was given some cephalosporin and vitamin C, and he took ibuprofen sustained-release capsules to reduce fever .

Ao Ling was lying on the bed in the infusion room, and the nurse gave him a drip. As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell asleep in a daze.

In an unfamiliar environment, Ao Ling slept very restlessly. In his dreams, Fu Xingtu was always in his shadow. Sometimes he was walking on the empty campus with him on his back, and sometimes he was pressed against the cabinet like Liang Fan...

Then there was a hand that gently held his hand, and then Ao Ling felt a little more at ease, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Xingtu dragged a chair and sat beside his hospital bed, watching him frown and toss and turn, his face was flushed with fever, and he rubbed against the pillow uncomfortably.

Fu Xingtu put his palm on his infusion hand, and the person lying on the hospital bed gradually calmed down, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After sleeping until midnight, the ibuprofen took effect, Ao Ling sweated profusely, his T-shirt and hair were soaked, and kicked the quilt on his body to the ground.

Fu Xingtu touched his forehead, the fever had subsided, and he straightened the broken hair sticking to his forehead, and then he felt relieved.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held back by Ao Ling who was sleeping.

The back of his hand was still pierced with needles, Fu Xingtu was afraid of blood backflow, so he didn't dare to move any more, so he held his hand for the whole night.

Early the next morning, Ao Ling was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Fu Xingtu had fallen asleep lying beside his hospital bed, with one hand still clutching his hand.

I don't know when the water was finished, the pillow has been pulled out, and a rectangular adhesive tape is stuck on the back of the hand.

The phone kept ringing in Fu Xingtu's pocket. Ao Ling wanted to call him at first, but when he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be polished by rough sandpaper, and it was unbelievably hoarse.

He tried twice but failed to make a sound, and finally woke up Fu Xingtu by moving his fingers.

It was Shen Xingguo who called. After inquiring about the situation and knowing that Ao Ling's fever had subsided, he felt relieved and gave them another day off to let them have a good rest. Ling takes good care.

The doctor originally advised Ao Ling to infuse fluid for three days, but Ao Ling stopped after only one day. He is an athlete with good resistance. Although the fever was very high and scary, he recovered quickly.

The next day, he was alive and kicking and ready to go into the water for training.

But Shen Xingguo refused. After all, it was suppurative tonsillitis, which was contagious to a certain extent. Even if Ao Ling was strong and healthy, he felt that there was no problem. There were so many people training in the swimming pool every day, and Shen Xingguo was afraid that he would infect others.

Whenever Ao Ling is free, he will think about what happened that night, and his mind is full of Fu Xingtu.

Fu Xingtu carried him on his back, Fu Xingtu sent him to the hospital, Fu Xingtu's warm and dry palm, Fu Xingtu...

The state of Qi Yi and Liang Fan in the past two days is also very strange. The two people who usually fight and fight and can't do without each other have stopped talking these two days.

Liang Fan changed his noisy personality from the past, and suddenly became silent, walking alone every day, going to training by himself, going to the cafeteria to eat, and going to the gym by himself...

One day, Ao Ling found him on the horizontal bar on the playground.

Liang Fan was like an emotionless pull-up machine, mechanically repeating the movements of bending and extending his arms.

"It's almost there, take a rest, you are not afraid of getting hurt."

Liang Fan bent his legs, retracted his abdomen, circled around the horizontal bar, and sat on his buttocks.

Ao Ling handed him the mineral water in his hand, then turned over and sat next to him.

The wind here is a bit strong, Liang Fan is not at ease: "Why don't you sit in another place, I'm afraid you will get sick again soon."

Ao Ling turned her head and smiled at him: "A little cold, I've already recovered."

Liang Fan nodded and looked at the shadowy grove in the distance, with a suddenly lonely expression on his face.

Ao Ling turned to look at him, and suddenly asked a question that almost made Liang Fan spit out his mouth.

He said, "Are you and Senior Brother Qi Yi dating?"

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