Dijinpingxie

Wu Xie tried to persuade Zhang Qiling to wear more clothes and keep warm when the cold air came, but he couldn't use the same standard to strictly demand himself.

As a result, after only two days of autumn wind blowing outside, Wu Xie fell ill with frostbite.

When he opened his eyes this morning, he felt that he had a severe headache, was dizzy and cold, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

But both Zhang Qiling and Fatty were no longer in the dormitory, so he had no choice but to take out his mobile phone from the bedside, wanting to call Zhang Qiling and ask him for leave.

"Wu Xie..."

"Hey...brother, I won't come today..." Wu Xie's voice was completely hoarse, and he spoke like a dying battlefield hero leaving his last words.

"You..." The person on the other end of the phone hesitated and asked, "Are you sick?"

"En." Knowing that the other party could not see, Wu Xie nodded weakly on the bed.

"You wait, I'll be back."

"No..." Before Wu Xie finished speaking, a busy tone came from the receiver.

Oops……

Wu Xie tilted his head, looking at the pattering autumn rain outside, thinking about how many melon seeds he would buy to Zhang Qiling when he recovered from his illness.

Within 10 minutes, Zhang Qiling appeared at the door of the dormitory.

Wu Xie looked at his roommate who was covered in moisture not far away, and joked, "Stole the car again?"

"No."

Zhang Qiling walked towards Wu Xie with a cold face, took off the white coat on his body, rubbed it up, and threw it in the direction of the bucket without looking at it, and the three-pointer went into the frame hollowly.

He walked to Wu Xie's bed and sat down, stretching out his hand to press Wu Xie's forehead, with the expected heat.

"Go to the hospital."

Zhang Qiling said it simply, but Wu Xie didn't follow his orders: "Just sleep and I'll be fine, I'm just asking you for leave...you...you'd better go back and do the experiment."

Hearing Wu Xie's hoarse voice, Zhang Qiling frowned obviously: "Take care of you first."

"Hey... Didn't you say that the previous thesis lacked a set of data, so you want to start working on it today?" Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't respond, Wu Xie suppressed the urge to cough, and continued, "I'm really fine, I'll be fine after a little sleep... "

Zhang Qiling lowered his head to look at Wu Xie, then lightly looked at Qiu Yu outside, and said compromised: "If the fever doesn't subside in the afternoon, I will take you to the hospital."

"Bro……"

"Shut up." Zhang Qiling took one last look at Wu Xie, then moved the quilt on his bed and pressed it on Wu Xie, "Sleep."

"..."

When Wu Xie finally closed his eyes obediently, Zhang Qiling got up again, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of cold water, twisted a towel and put it on Wu Xie's forehead, and then went out with the umbrella and medical records.

After only staying in the dormitory for about ten minutes, the rain outside was much heavier than before.

Zhang Qiling held an umbrella and walked in the rain at a slightly faster pace than usual.

He first went to the infirmary to buy some cold medicine and antipyretics for Wu Xie's illness, and then made a detour to the cafeteria.

Now at this point, it is just the time for ordinary students to get up early to attend the first two classes, so there are still hot porridge and pasta in the cafeteria.Zhang Qiling seldom had breakfast with Wu Xie, and didn't know what his preferences were, so he just bought a little bit of everything, and then hurried back to the dormitory.

Pushing open the door and entering, he saw Wu Xie lying on his side, the towel on his forehead fell to the side of the pillow, because of the Brownian motion of water molecules, Wu Xie's pillow was wet all over.

"Wu Xie..." Zhang Qiling picked up the towel, walked to Wu Xie's side, bent down, and said, "Get up and eat."

Wu Xie was already asleep, but now he heard Zhang Qiling's voice, he slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

"There are porridge and steamed stuffed buns..." Zhang Qiling walked a few steps, moved a chair over, and displayed the food he bought on the chair one by one, "What do you eat?"

Wu Xieren was dizzy, but when he saw the "miniature cafeteria" in front of him, he couldn't help laughing: "Auntie, are you driving me crazy?"

Zhang Qiling frowned, but he didn't get angry because of it, he picked up a bowl of lean meat porridge: "Is this okay?"

Wu Xie nodded, and took it. The temperature of the hot porridge passed from the palm of his hand, and it became moved when it reached his heart.

"Thank you."

The person who was thanked gave a soft "En", then picked up a meat bun and threw it into Wu Xie's job bowl.

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