Strange disease

Xi Rong is now my ancestor.

I just took his temperature and measured it, okay, let's go out and make a fuss, it's 38 degrees 7.

He himself looked indifferent, but it seemed that my emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry.

Well, who made him a patient now, let's not care about him for now.

In the past, I would have pointed at his nose and scolded him first.

Let you mess around!If your brain burns out and you become mentally handicapped, I don't care about you!

Change to before...

Forget it, don't think about the past.

I took him back to the room, found a big quilt to wrap him up, and he silently let me play with it, which was very cooperative.

I touched his half-dry hair and said, wait, I'll get the hair dryer.

I dug out the hair dryer from the bathroom and came back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, as if in a daze.

The black eyelashes drooped, and when he saw me reappear, he raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, and his expression seemed to be a little dazed.

At that moment, I actually felt that he looked a little pitiful.

Then I denied myself in a blink of an eye, and I thought to myself, the word pity will probably never match Xi Rong.

I realized that he seemed to be in a daze a little too much today.

I went up, we didn't speak, I crawled behind him, knelt on the bed, and dried his hair.

The "buzzing" sound of the hair dryer sounded, and even if I wanted to say something, I couldn't hear it.

I acted cautiously, for fear of dragging him, it was really too light and too serious.

In the middle of blowing, Xi Rong suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand.

His temperature came from our handshake, and my heart beat irregularly.

Without knowing it, I turned off the hair dryer and felt a little guilty: "What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

He raised his eyes and said, "I've never seen you so virtuous before."

For some reason, I seem to hear a hint of teasing in his words.

Stop, I must not blush at this time, please please...

I tried my best to stay calm and said, "Oh, thanks for the compliment."

After speaking, he thought for a while and added, "I just want to see you sick and take care of you casually, nothing else."

He smiled slightly and turned his head: "Yes."

Seeing that he was no longer staring at me, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel like a dancer on the tip of a knife, frantically testing the edge of the gang every second.

Help him dry his hair, and then look out the window, the sky has already completely darkened, I remembered that there is still multigrain porridge simmering in the rice cooker, I guess Xi Rong didn't bother to eat it.

I went to serve a bowl, but Xi Rong didn't pick it up, and instead asked, "Are you hungry?"

I paused for a moment, and smiled without a trace: "Hungry, you eat first, there is still in the pot, and I will fill it up."

He just took the bowl, and there was nothing else cooking at home, so I had no choice but to eat the bland porridge with him.

After a while, the doorbell rang.

When I went to open the door, I thought it was Xi Rong's courier, and I was still wondering, it's so late, and the courier hasn't left work yet?

Unexpectedly, when the door was opened, it was a takeaway, and the delicious smell of food came over my face.

The delivery boy stuffed a big bag into my hand.

The familiar taste, when I smell it, I know it is spicy crayfish.

I used to love food, but Xi Rong never let me eat this kind of oily and salty side stalls. Every time I was so greedy, I begged him, and he took me there once. If I didn’t order it myself, I just sat next to it. , Watch me gnaw on the shrimp shells with relish.

I was holding two heavy boxes of crayfish in my hand, and was stunned in place.

The information on the takeout list is all Xi Rong's, and he ordered it for me when he first got home.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around. He got up again at some point, and put the empty empty bowl into the sink in the kitchen. Seeing that I was still there, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Why do you suddenly think of some crayfish?"

...Didn't you never let me eat before?

As soon as I got there, I swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Xi Rong said, "Celebrate."

"Ah, what are you celebrating?"

I am asking knowingly.

Xi Rong just smiled and patted my head like an elder.

I seem to feel a little pampering from that action.

Then he said, nothing, happy for you.

I understood clearly, but I couldn't say anything.

I know what he means—

In the past, Xi Rong was strict with me, not allowing this or that, not because he was harsh, but because my mother died of pancreatic cancer.

Pancreatic cancer.

This legendary tumor with the highest degree of malignancy, once diagnosed, has a five-year survival rate of only 5% to 10%, and most people die within half a year, which is the highest mortality rate among all cancers.

Also, it is hereditary.

If an immediate family member has the disease, the probability of the child's disease increases by about 40%.

From the moment my mother was diagnosed, it meant that I would live in fear all my life.

As a high-risk group, I have to control my diet, have regular physical examinations, and try not to touch foods that will burden the digestive system.

For me in the past, there was no difference between dying early and dying late. Like many people, I held the idea of ​​muddling along and enjoying myself in a timely manner. I often clamored to start self-discipline tomorrow. In fact, it was just shouting slogans for psychological comfort. Tomorrow, even in the Year of the Monkey, they are still indulging themselves indiscriminately.

I have always been lucky. I used to say to myself that there is a 40.00% probability that it will not be my turn.

Otherwise, I should have won a lottery if I went to the roadside to buy a lottery ticket.

Perhaps as Xi Rong once criticized me, I am indeed not a person who is very responsible for myself, and Xi Rong is completely another extreme.

Don't look at him with a face that no one can get close to the glacier for thousands of years, after getting to know him well, this guy is also worried about this and that, he really deserves his hard work.

He is really a very good person, and he is a very good doctor.

Even if I have nothing to do with him in love, he is probably the one who most dislikes me being tortured by a serious illness and passing away in pain.

Now, I can finally eat crayfish freely.

But I really didn't expect it to be in such a situation.

I put the takeaway on the dining table and walked over to Xi Rong. I really wanted to bury my head behind his back and give him a hug, but I held back.

I saw that he was about to wash the dishes, so I stopped him immediately: "You put it there, I'll wash it together after eating."

I am sure that when I said this sentence, Xi Rong really glanced at me with a strange look of "did you get kicked in the head by a donkey".

Oh, he probably just didn't expect that I would offer to do the dishes.

Damn it, Xi Rong, what expression do you have.

Feel offended?

Please, I was at home before, am I really such a hands-off shopkeeper?

I reflected on it painfully, and then, sadly, it seemed that... it was... it was...

When was the last time I did chores at home?

Damn, it feels like my brain has been emptied, and I can't remember at all.

Whispering.

I was a little sad in my heart, I thought, I didn't treat him well before.

Now want to cherish, it seems a bit too late.

I wanted to drive Xi Rong back to sleep, but he said he was not sleepy after lying down all day, so he pulled out the chair and sat down at the dining table.

So we were like before, I took out boxes of crayfish, and the room was filled with the spicy smell of junk food, Xi Rong sat aside and watched me eat.

I haven't touched crayfish for a long time, and even though I don't feel hungry in this body now, I still eat it with gusto.

My stomach was filled with shrimp meat, oil, and seasonings, and the spicy feeling rushed all the way to my throat. For a moment, I had some kind of illusion. I thought I had really come alive with vigor, just like any mortal in this world.

Xi Rong's deep eyes fell on my face, I was embarrassed by him, and I turned my eyes away.

He raised his hand, but before I could react, his fingers brushed across my cheek, feeling itchy.

I froze for a moment.

He said: "Slow down, no one will grab you, it's all over your face."

Everywhere he touched my face was slightly hot, I turned my head, trying to stay away from him.

Maybe it was because my evasion was too obvious, Xi Rong withdrew her hand.

He asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

I said: "Yes, you are a petri dish for viruses now, I am afraid of being infected by you."

He stopped talking, his eyes were dark and dark, and he couldn't see any emotion.

After a while, he stood up, walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, and turned on the TV.

The living room and the dining room are connected. The living room is behind me. I sat on the spot with my back to him and bowed my head, eating in silence. When I heard a love drama on TV, I thought it was Xi Rong. Interested in that kind of program.

But he didn't change the channel, so the clichéd plot continued in the quiet room.

The hero and heroine finally met after years of misunderstanding, reunited after a long absence, both wept with joy.

For some reason, I looked at the unfinished crayfish on the table in front of me, and tears began to flow down my face.

Mouthful of saltiness.

I knew that Xi Rong couldn't see me, so I controlled myself and didn't make a sound.