Kidney master

The consequence of walking a fashion show in the Great North was that he developed a high fever that night.

I don't know when Song Chu's body temperature jumped to 38.9, close to 39 degrees, and his body was scalding hot to the touch.

"Mom and Dad, you go back first, I'll just watch here." Ji Yian took the medicine from the medicine collection place, turned around and said to his parents.

"You kid, you've been used to being rough since you were a child, do you know how to take care of girls?" Xu Qingnian rolled his eyes in disgust.

"I've taken care of myself for so many years, can I still take care of others?"

"The little girl has delicate skin and tender flesh. You take care of yourself to take care of her?" Xu Qingnian raised his eyebrows, "Besides, if you know how to take care of her, you can take care of her after only a few hours at our house. hospital?"

Ms. Xu Qingnian was unforgiving, and she was right, and Ji Yi'an couldn't refute anything.

"You two elders are sitting in the ward deliberately making others uncomfortable. Don't worry, I will take good care of you this time."

Ji Zhonghai held Xu Qingnian's shoulders to smooth things over: "Okay, don't meddle in the child's affairs."

"How can I be meddling." Xu Qingnian glanced at him, and pulled Ji Yi'an to a corner, "Mom, I'm telling you, that little girl is a good girl at first glance, don't let her hurt you, do you know? "

Ji Yi'an was speechless for a while, wondering how Ms. Xu could tell that this was a good boy.

"She and I are really just colleagues." Ji Yian said helplessly.

"Colleague, will you bring your family?" Xu Qingnian squinted at him with his penetrating eyes, "I don't know you yet."

Ji Yian didn't speak.

As for why Song Chu was brought back to Xi'an, one of the reasons was to protect her safety, but he could have asked other colleagues to pay attention to her. There was really no need to bring her back to Xi'an, let alone bring her home for dinner.

Song Chu gave him the feeling that he was always too withdrawn.

Seemingly sleek and sophisticated, he is like a fish in water among the crowd, but in fact he has a temperament that does not get along with anyone.

She exposed her weaknesses in front of him several times, which made Ji Yi'an feel unable to let go.

So I took her home and wanted her to really feel the popularity, maybe it could change her.

***

After his parents left, Ji Yi'an re-entered the ward with the medicine.

Song Chu looked like this, and he had a high fever and suddenly fainted. He didn't dare to let her go back to the hotel alone, so he simply applied for a single ward with water.

Song Chu was already awake when he entered, half of his face was hidden under the white quilt, only a pair of eyes and a smooth forehead were exposed.

Because of the high fever, her eyes, which are usually very unbeatable, have also lost their power. Now when she stares at people, she is limp, with a faint blush on her cheeks, and a few strands of hair are scattered limply on her cheeks.

Ji Yi'an couldn't help lowering his voice a bit.

He wiped the thermometer again with alcohol cotton, and handed it to Song Chu's mouth: "Open your mouth."

She opened her mouth obediently and pressed the thermometer under the base of her tongue.

Such a obedient look is rare, Ji Yi'an felt moved, pulled out the chair and sat down beside the bed, he squeezed out two antipyretics, and put them on the table with a glass of warm water.

"After measuring the temperature, take the medicine in a while."

Song Chu raised an eyebrow to show that he heard it.

After pausing for a while, he stretched out his hand to Ji Yi'an again, his arm was white and thin, and with a light hook of the fingertips, it easily wrapped around his finger.

Ji Yi'an raised his eyes, but didn't move his hands, knowing that she was going to do it again.

Song Chu saw that he didn't respond, so he made an inch of it, and directly held his palm up to his eyes.

This is a pair of typical men's hands, healthy wheat color, not too smooth, the nails are neatly manicured, and very slender, the meridians will be involved when the fingers touch the back of the hand.

The perfect blend of skinny and powerful made Song Chu feel very sexy.

She is a hand controler, but she doesn't like those who are too thin and pale. Ji Yi'an's hands make her very fond of them.

She wanted to take a closer look at his hand since the last time she saw him holding a gun, but now she realized that the rough glance at that time really didn't miss her.

"It's beautiful." She bit the thermometer and boasted vaguely.

"..." Ji Yi'an raised his hand and took out the thermometer, "I'm not afraid of biting the mercury inside."

He turned the thermometer, and it was 38.1 degrees Celsius, which was a bit back.

"Take the medicine again."

"Help me up."

Song Chu managed to turn himself into a terminally ill man who just had a fever and was hospitalized, as if he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to sit up from the bed.

Ji Yi'an knew that she did it on purpose, but after all, remembering that she had just fainted, he still reached out to wrap her arms around her shoulders and pulled her up from the bed.

Song Chu swallowed the two pills in his arms, and gulped down all the water in the water glass.

"Okay, you can sleep for a while." Ji Yi'an put the cup away.

Song Chu glanced at him: "What about you?"

"I'll wait until your bottle of water is finished hanging before going to bed."

"Where do you sleep?"

"You can sleep in a chair."

"That's so uncomfortable." Song Chu frowned slightly.

Ji Yi'an chuckled lightly: "I'm not as delicate as you."

"You can share a bed with me." Song Chu proposed without changing his expression.

Ji Yi'an's face remained unchanged, as if he had heard a very ordinary sentence: "I'm afraid of being infected by you."

Song Chu gritted his teeth and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

***

Antipyretics contain sleeping ingredients. Song Chu took sleeping pills all year round to fall asleep. He reacted quickly to this kind of medicine and fell asleep soon after lying down.

There was a dim lamp on the bedside, and the light fell finely and softly, reflecting Song Chu's face clearly, and the thick eyelashes cast a circle of arc shadows under the eyes.

Ji Yi'an sat by the bed, leaning lazily on the chair, with his hands in his pockets.

He was inexplicably wanting to smoke.

So I took out one, didn't light it, just put it in my mouth to get addicted to cigarettes.

He sat quietly on the side all the time, until Song Chu was about to finish hanging the water, he went out and called the nurse on duty to pull out the needle.

The nurse took the temperature with a forehead thermometer attached to Song Chu's temple.

She lowered her voice: "37 degrees 8, the fever has not completely subsided, and the injection will continue tomorrow."

"Well, good." Ji Yi'an said softly.

He pressed the pinhole on the back of Song Chu's hand for Song Chu, and thus moved closer to her.

The skin on the back of Song Chu's hands is very delicate, and the sense of touch is cool, and only a little rough scar can be felt on the fingertips.

Ji Yi'an carefully raised her index finger, carefully looking at the small scar on it.

The skin on the fingers is a place where scars are rarely left, but in the early Song Dynasty, there were several scars. Although it is almost not obvious now, it is not difficult to imagine that the hands were once dripping with blood.

Ji Yian withdrew his gaze, raised his hand almost uncontrollably to caress Song Chu's face.

He touched the higher than normal body temperature on her body, especially on her face, and unspeakable emotions spread in her heart little by little.

Song Chu's obedient and quiet appearance on the bed gave him the illusion that maybe he could really have her, and his heart returned to its original position amidst the clamor.

But he subconsciously knew that the illusion was just an illusion.

He knew that he would eventually die at the hands of Song Chu.

***

Song Chu floated up and down in the dream, and her fever made her thoughts confused, and she couldn't sleep well all the time. She woke up in the dream several times, knowing that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up no matter what.

Everything from the past turned into a demon sneaked into her dreams at night

"Chen Chen was killed by you."

"How did you meet that teacher!?"

"Sister, I'm so uncomfortable, let me suck some."

"Murderer like you, get the hell out of here!"

……

All kinds of voices overlapped, and she couldn't even tell which ones were fabricated in the dream and which ones she had actually heard.

who am I?

Song Chu was thinking about this question vaguely in the ups and downs.

Then she saw a little girl, about 10 years old, turning the blade with her fingertips nimbly, so fast that she could only catch the cold light of the knife for a moment.

All of a sudden, it seemed that she was slow to retract her little finger for half a second, and the sharp knife directly pinched a piece of soft flesh and cut it open like a bamboo, with blood beads jumping up.

***

She woke up suddenly, her entire spine was stiff, and her hands shrank reflexively.

She twitched her hands too much, waking up Ji Yi'an too.

The sky outside was still gloomy, with no light at all.

Facing the faint light of the night lamp, Ji Yi'an saw that all the blood on Song Chu's face had faded, even the color of his lips was so pale that it was almost transparent, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

It's like waking up from a nightmare but not like it.

She was so calm, so calm that if she didn't notice that she was shaking slightly, she almost thought she was just in a daze.

"I'm here."

Ji Yi'an spoke in the silence.

His voice is on the low side, and the usual sloppiness has been put in, and there is a little deceptive meaning that is hard to detect in the ending tune.

Because of this sentence, the consciousness of the early Song Dynasty returned a little bit.

It was only later that she realized that Ji Yi'an had been lying on the side of her bed the whole time, pinching the gauze tape on the back of her hand while she was asleep, and when she pulled her hand, she broke away from the hand he was holding.

She opened her eyes little by little, and then exhaled softly.

Song Chu said softly, "I had a nightmare."

"It's that thing from your childhood again?"

"Ah."

Ji Yi'an gently rubbed the position of her tiger's mouth, and the slightest bit of body temperature was transmitted, quietly smoothing the thorns on the tip of Song Chu's heart, and finally let out a breath.

Ji Yi'an waited quietly for her to calm down, and then pretended to ask casually: "You, do you want to see a psychiatrist?"

Song Chu's eyebrows moved, and he quickly returned to his lazy and undisciplined appearance, with a light voice: "Captain Ji, you care so much about me."

"I'm serious with you."

"I'm friends with those perverts. They didn't go to see a psychiatrist. I went to see a psychiatrist." Song Chu smiled, "Doesn't it make me feel that I don't fit in?"

Ji Yi'an was speechless for a while at her unsociable remarks.

"Do you often have nightmares?"

"Not often, usually I take sleeping pills before going to bed, so I won't dream."

She said it in a normal way, which made Ji Yian feel relieved.

He pursed his lower lip and didn't ask again: "Go on to sleep."

"You sleep with me."

"Ah."

"I mean." Song Chu looked at him, "Come and sleep with me on the bed."

Ji Yi'an laughed directly: "Looking for something?"

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, with a "hmm", a pair of eyes woke up from the chaos, bright and seductive.

Ji Yi'an got up, he just wanted to scare her, but he didn't want Song Chuzhen to move the bed aside for him, and then lifted a corner of the quilt, with a frank face.

"Little girl." Ji Yi'an raised his hand to pinch her chin, his expression became a little more serious, "Don't say such things to men casually, you know."

"I don't say such things casually to men."

Song Chu smiled brightly, "You are the first, Captain Ji."

Ji Yi'an heard the sound of his own sanity collapsing.

He heard himself ask: "Song Chu, what do you want from me?"

"At ease." Song Chu said, "You make me feel at ease."

***

So Ji Yi'an bit the bullet and got on the thief's bed. He only took off his coat and a sweater inside.

The beds in the single ward were larger than normal, and Song Chu was so skinny that it barely took up any space, and there was still some space between the two of them lying on it.

"What are you doing so far away?" Song Chu teased nonchalantly, "Can I eat you?"

next second.

She was wrapped in a pair of warm big hands, and what intruded into her nose was the hormonal smell of a man. Ji Yi'an directly put his arms around her waist and pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair.

Song Chu could almost hear his trembling heartbeat.

Their heartbeats mixed and finally merged into one frequency.

Boom, boom, boom...

In the quiet night, all those unspoken secrets were leaked out, and laid out in front of him openly.

After being stiff for a moment, Song Chu felt that his whole body softened, from the inside out, wholeheartedly.

That strange feeling of being conquered made her hoarse for a while, and it took her a while to speak: "Captain Ji, your heart beats so fast."

Not to be outdone, Ji Yi'an said, "You're not slow either."

Song Chu smiled happily, and leaned against his chest: "Thank you, Captain Ji, for making the heart of a patient like me be so alive."

"Go to sleep." Ji Yian gently rubbed her hair.

"Ah."

***

Her world is a haze.

But now, she sees a rainbow.