Dijinpingxie

After Zhang Qiling said these two words, no matter how Fatty asked him when he fell in love with Wu Xie, he refused to speak again. In the end, he just lay down on the bed and got into the quilt to sleep.

As for Wu Xie, just confirming that Zhang Qiling really likes him is enough for him to have fun for a while, so in the end Wu Xie persuaded the fat man: "Hey, forget it. The little brother is still sick, it's nothing It's a big deal, we can study it later..."

"That's not it, we have to find out the reason for these women's mutations, otherwise if they really go berserk one day, I can't hold back the fat man!"

"Anyway, my brother said that it didn't start from this semester, then..." Wu Xie thought for a while, "You should think about other reasons carefully, and then ask him when he wakes up?"

"It's just... the dog bit Lu Dongbin..." The fat man shrugged his shoulders, "Forget it, those girls can't do anything to me anyway, I'm going to the laboratory, and I will leave it to you to take care of me..."

"Okay, thank you."

After sending the fat man away, Wu Xie slowly moved to the side of the bed with the quilt in his arms, looked at Zhang Qiling who was sleeping in the next bed with only his hair exposed, and tentatively called him: "Brother..."

Zhang Qiling stuck his head out a little, saw Wu Xie holding the quilt in his arms, knew what Wu Xie wanted to do, and said, "Come here."

"Hey." Wu Xie listened, laughed, got out of bed, spread the quilt in his arms on Zhang Qiling's body, and then quickly got into the hot quilt covered by Zhang Qiling, and said softly: " Good morning, brother."

Zhang Qiling didn't say a word, but skillfully wrapped Wu Xie in his arms, and turned over with him in his arms, letting Wu Xie sleep on the side next to the wall.

"Hey? I sleep here?"

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Brother, you won't fall like this... The bed in the dormitory is a bit small, why don't I sleep outside?"

Zhang Qiling pressed Wu Xie's face onto his shoulder, and tapped his chin on Wu Xie's forehead: "Don't talk."

Wu Xie nodded obediently after hearing the words, and did not utter a single syllable.

The two of them slept until the afternoon.

It was Zhang Qiling who woke up first, because the heat of the person he was holding in his arms had risen again, he was holding a stove, so naturally he couldn't sleep well.

"Wu Xie..." Zhang Qiling patted the back of the man in his arms to wake him up.

"Brother?" Wu Xie squinted and looked at Zhang Qiling in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"Go to the hospital."

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Wu Xie sat up a little bit, rubbed his eyes, and planned to measure Zhang Qiling's heat.

Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie's extended hand and let him touch his forehead: "It's not me, it's you."

"Hey..." Wu Xie woke up a little bit, obviously found that he had a fever again, "What's going on?"

"Get up, go to the hospital." Zhang Qiling repeated, let go of Wu Xie, got out of bed and changed his clothes, and collected Wu Xie's clothes.

While slowly getting dressed, Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling and said unwillingly, "Why did you lose your fever?"

Zhang Qiling frowned: "It's strange that the fever hasn't subsided."

"..." Wu Xie pouted depressedly, stood up depressedly, and followed Zhang Qiling to the hospital again.

As a result, of course, it was unavoidable to have a drop needle.

Zhang Qiling took Wu Xie's medicine to the infusion room, and after a while, he and the nurse girl found Wu Xie who was sitting in the farthest corner of the infusion room.

The nurse girl made a few marks on the infusion bag, and then asked Wu Xie, who was like a wilted vegetable leaf, "Which hand should I hit?"

Wu Xie lowered his head and thought for a while, then handed out his right hand.

The nurse's skills were good, and she inserted the needle right away. Before she left, she gave Wu Xie a vague look, and finally said, "I need to pull out the needle and call."

Wu Xie looked up, only to realize that she was the nurse who gave him the needle yesterday afternoon. He remembered that he had pulled out the needle without authorization yesterday, so he pursed his lips and nodded.

"Why use your right hand?" After the nurse left, Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie with a frown.

"Hey?" Wu Xie blinked at Zhang Qiling, and said guiltily, "Why use the right hand?"

Looking at Wu Xie's ambiguous attitude, and thinking about the conversation between Wu Xie and the nurse just now, Zhang Qiling can probably guess something that happened yesterday: "Left hand, show me."

"..." Seeing that he couldn't escape, Wu Xie sighed softly, and slowly passed his hand over.In order not to let Zhang Qiling find out, he had already torn off the band-aid given by the fat man.

A large bruise can now be seen on the back of his hand because he did not press the needle hole after pulling it out.And in the middle of that piece of blue was an unusually large and irregular pinhole. Zhang Qiling looked at the scar, imagining how Wu Xie was pulling out the needle in a hurry, and closed his eyes sadly.

"Sorry." Another apology.

"This time I want to say I'm sorry. I caused you to catch a cold and have a fever, to compete for me, and to hurt you..." Wu Xie lowered his head and took his left hand away from Zhang Qiling's, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Zhang Qiling stood up from his seat, sat on the seat on Wu Xie's left, and then put the palm of his right hand on the back of Wu Xie's hand: "I was not careful. You don't have to be sad..."

After he finished speaking, he clasped his five fingers into Wu Xie's, forming a tight ten-finger clasp.

"I did it voluntarily."

Wu Xie lowered her eyes, looked at the hands they were holding, and said seriously in a voice that only Zhang Qiling could hear: "...Thank you."

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