Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang has a fever.

The thunderstorms have been intermittent in recent days, and it is not reasonable to have a fever in this hot day.

Wen Rang was wrapped in the quilt with dry mouth and dizzy hair. He finally waited until the rain subsided a little before he went downstairs to the hospital with an umbrella.

I found a nearby hospital, and when I signed up to enter the consultation room, the attending physician looked at Wen Rang wearing a mask for a while, then looked at the name on the computer, and asked slowly: "Are you, Wen Rang?" ?”

Wen Rang was typing on his mobile phone just now, and he didn't pay attention to the person in front of him. He made such a pair of eyes. Isn't this doctor his high school classmate Sun Yun?

After a few minutes of simple reminiscence, Wen Rang knew that the other party had become a doctor after graduation, and Sun Yun had already heard about Wen Rang's accident, but the classmates had never seen each other after graduation. We saw each other today. There are a lot of good feelings.

Sun Yun prescribed medicine for Wen Rang and asked him to get a few bottles of IV. Wen Rang had a severe fever and finished the IV while lying on the bed in the emergency room.

When the potion was finished, it was also in time for Sun Yun to get off work. Sun Yun suggested going out to have a meal to catch up on the old days. Although Wen Rang was a little uncomfortable, he still accepted.

When the two met in high school, their relationship was not bad. They were good friends of the opposite sex, but there was a friendship between classmates. Sun Yun was very popular, and she was still a department representative at that time. Wen Rang still had a good impression of this person.

Sun Yun's impression of Wen Rang has always been good, and the two get along well.

After eating, Sun Yun told Wen Rang to hang up two more bottles of potion tomorrow morning, and Wen Rang nodded weakly.

It was getting late, Wen Rang politely offered to send him home, but Sun Yun refused, after all, it is not good to embarrass a patient so much.

Moreover, Wen Rang's complexion was not very good, Sun Yun secretly blamed herself for delaying Wen Rang's time to go back to rest earlier, and the two got off at a bus stop and parted ways.

Wen Rang took a taxi by the side of the road with a medicine bag in his hand, but Song Li's car was called first when the taxi failed to arrive.

"It's a coincidence, where are you going? Going home? I'll take you home." Song Li asked, poking his head out of the car window.

Wen Rang was dizzy and leaned against the electric pole weakly and shook his head.

"Stop talking, get in the car, it's inconvenient to take a taxi here." Song Li got out of the car and came to invite him.

Wen Rang's head was a little heavy, but the breath he exhaled was still hot, and it seemed that his body temperature had risen again.

"Are you sick?" Song Li couldn't help touching the other person's forehead, "Have a fever?"

The other party turned his face away, Song Li withdrew his hand, "What's in your hand, is it medicine? Did you go to the hospital? Why isn't it okay?"

Wen Rang originally wanted to ignore Song Li and leave, but Song Li didn't give him a chance to respond, so he half pulled and half threatened him into the car, Wen Rang lay weakly on his side on the back seat, breathing hard Hot air, erratic eyes.

Seeing that the other party was seriously ill, Song Li immediately drove the car to the Central Hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Wen Rang was already in a semi-faint state. Song Li anxiously carried him into the hospital, and the nurses rushed up after seeing him.

Wen Rang hung up his drip for another night, and Song Li sat by the hospital bed and kept watch all night. When he was really depressed, he went out to smoke a couple of cigarettes and came back to keep watch.

It was about five o'clock in the morning, the potion was finished, and when the nurse came to change the potion for Wen Rang, Wen Rang woke up from the pain, only to see Song Li lying on the bedside.

However, Wen Rang was still very tired, didn't think too much, and continued to sleep.

The next time he woke up, Song Li was pushing the door open and came in with food in his hand, Wen Rang slapped his forehead weakly.

"Are you awake?" Song Li put his things on the cabinet next to him, "Drink some water."

After finishing speaking, he poured a glass of water and brought it to Wen Rang's mouth. He felt that the other party would not accept it, so he put it in the other party's hand.

Wen Rang took a sip, and his mouth was bitter. After ingesting the potion all night, even licking his lips was bitter.

"Eat something, you may need two injections later, you can't eat it." Song Li opened a packed box, "Lean meat porridge, your favorite food before, I specially went to the place where we used to go in high school I bought it, I didn’t expect that the store is still open after so many years.”

Wen Rang actually didn't have much appetite, his head was still a little dizzy, and he was a little dazed.

"If you don't want to eat this, I'll buy it again." Song Li said holding a bowl.

Wen Rang shook his head, took the bowl from the other party's hand, and began to eat slowly.

Song Li happily sat on the side, looking at the medical records, "Where did you go to see the doctor yesterday, why did it become more serious after reading it? Why is your body not as good as before?"

This is a reminder to Wen Rang, and he also agreed to go to Sun Yun's place to get an IV drip. I'm afraid there is no need to go, so I can only send a message to the other party later.

"Why did you come out by yourself? You are so seriously ill, and Mr. He Shishen and Mr. He didn't accompany you?" Song Li looked ignorant.

The smell made the things in my mouth feel more bitter, and I suddenly lost my appetite.

"But yes, it's understandable that He Shishen is so busy, but I didn't expect him to be ambiguous with that man." Song Li sighed.

———————The man?

———————— What did he say?

From what Wen Rang knew, the person Song Li was referring to could not be anyone else except Jiang Lele.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I've said frankly before that I'm a little worried about He Shishen. If I say that now, you won't be angry with me, right?" Song Li frowned and lowered his posture. .

No matter what the other party said, for Wen Rang, since the two of them had separated, it had nothing to do with him if He Shishen didn't know who he was with, so what right did he have to be angry.

As for why Jiang Lele is still by He Shishen's side, it is not clear, it is purely because Wen Rang lives very close to where he lives, and Jiang Lele met him by accident.

Then, under Song Li's instigation, Jiang Lele took the initiative to contact He Shishen and told him about Wen Rang.

At first, He Shishen avoided Jiang Lele, but when the other party said this, he had to get in touch with Jiang Lele.

Song Li informed Jiang Lele on the way to buy porridge for Wen Rang, and asked him to find a way to tell He Shishen immediately.

But this early in the morning, Jiang Lele hadn't woken up yet, and was a little angry when he was woken up by the phone call. After knowing the other party's intentions, he said that he understood, and then fell asleep again. It took half an hour before he woke up in a daze to give congratulations Ten Shen sent a message.

[Jiang Lele: Wen Rang is ill and is in the central hospital. 】

When He Shishen received the message, he was in high spirits, and immediately packed up and went out.

When Song Li accompanied Wen Rang to finish the last bottle of potion, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and Wen Rang looked better, and his face was not so ugly.

During the period, Sun Yun returned a message to Wen Rang, telling him to take a good rest and visit him another day, and Wen Rang replied well.

"Who are you chatting with?" Song Li glanced sideways, "Sun Yun? The representative of the high school English department?"

Wen Rang nodded and turned off the phone screen.

"I didn't expect you to still be in touch after so many years." Song Li said with a smile, a little unbelievable in his heart.

Wen Rang didn't answer, but he still had to think about how to thank Song Li for his help.

"This bottle is almost finished, shall I take you home later or ask Mr. He to pick you up?" Song Li said without any fluctuation.

[The author has something to say: I have been sick recently, I am very busy, and the update is a bit difficult, sorry, sorry]