Please draw your way of death

Meng Qishu lay on the bed for most of the day, and vomited once when he went to the toilet on the way. When he came back, he was half-dead and dizzy until it was dark.

He hadn't eaten anything at all, and the vomiting really made him vomit, almost vomited his stomach out.

While regretting not going to the hospital when the symptoms were mild, he continued to spread out on the bed with weak hands and feet, thinking wildly for a while that he couldn't take it anymore and should call 120 to drag himself away.

How to tell 120?

Hey, there is a person here who has a fever and is about to send himself away. Let someone collect the body?

Meng Qishu stuck his head under the quilt, and just reached out to check the time with his mobile phone, when the mobile phone rang suddenly.

Squinting his eyes, he brought the phone closer, and there were three large characters on the screen - Ning Mian Zhong.

"..." Meng Qishu didn't hang up directly this time, but thought hard for a while, and pressed the connection button.

"Meng Qishu, open the door, I'm at your door." Ning Mianzhong's voice rang in his ears, and he listened carefully with a little anxiety.

But Meng Qishu's current state can be said to be full of confusion, he frowned and thought for a while, he always felt that if Ning Mian was finally at the door of his house, why did he let him open the door, and he was not at home.

So he turned his fingers and hung up the phone directly.

I have a sore throat, maybe I should get myself a glass of water when it subsides in a while.

After a few seconds, the phone rang again and hung up.

Ring again, hang up again.

Keep ringing, keep hanging up.

After going back and forth several times, Meng Qishu got a little bored, turned off the phone angrily, and threw it aside.

But it wasn't over yet. Not long after, he heard a knock on the door from his own room.

At this time, who will come to him?

Meng Qishu sat up, closed his eyes half-closed for a while, put on his coat and went to open the door lightly.

Just as he opened the door a crack, Meng Qishu's brain stopped working for a second when he saw the figure of the person outside the door.

Subconsciously, he wanted to close the door, but the man stretched half his leg in with a quick reaction, blocking the door.

"Meng Qishu, what are you hiding?" Ning Mianzhong put his hand on the doorknob, controlling his strength to prevent him from closing the door.

I don't know, but subconsciously, I don't want him to see her sickly appearance.

But what Ning Mian finally said.

"..." Meng Qishu didn't hide anymore, and pulled the door in the opposite direction, leaning on the door and looking down at Ning Mianchu who staggered in after losing all his strength.

Ning Mian finally managed to stabilize her figure, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw Meng Qishu looking down at herself with his eyes closed, his expression was listless, his face was a little red, like a sickly arrogant girl who wanted to scratch you a few paws s cat.

So he was full of aggrieved and didn't know where to start the attack, so he could only approach him helplessly and touch his forehead: "Why don't you go to the hospital if you have a fever?"

Meng Qishu pursed his lips, frowned, turned his head away, and closed his eyes.

Dizzy, that guy's words fell to his ears lightly, he couldn't hear clearly, and his hands and feet were very soft. If he wasn't still leaning against the door, he might have collapsed on the ground.

shame.

Ning Mian didn't wait for his reply, but she noticed that his hand on the doorknob was trembling. She didn't care about asking other questions for a while, and she helped him to go out: "It's all like this, what can I do?" ? Go to the hospital!"

Meng Qishu was pushed into his arms by such a force, his nausea caused by dizziness rushed up his throat instantly, he pushed Ning Mian away and finally stumbled into the bathroom.

He didn't eat well for three consecutive meals, and he had already vomited once before. Even though his stomach was very nauseous at this time, Meng Qishu couldn't vomit anything, so he could only retch.

He put one hand on his stomach, half his arm resting on the edge of the toilet, half fell to the ground with his head down, gasping for breath with a pale face.

Ning Mian finally followed Meng Qishu into the bathroom. Seeing Meng Qishu's appearance, she immediately went back to the bed and poured a glass of water, and handed it to him when he finished vomiting.

At this time, Meng Qishu didn't try to save face any more, turned his head over, and rinsed his mouth with his hand.

His current appearance is undoubtedly distressing, the injury on his forehead is still not healed, and he looks like he is vomiting to death.Obediently following Ning Mianzhong's movements, he wiped his face and put on his coat. Meng Qishu resisted a little when he was pulled one arm over Ning Mianzhong's neck and walked out of the room with his back supported.

Ning Mian finally firmly pressed his wrist around her neck, not making him make any big movements: "Be obedient, if you have anything to do, see the doctor."

I'm going to vomit my life, and I'm still stubborn.

"Yeah." Meng Qishu snorted softly, leaned his forehead over, pressed his forehead against Ning Mianzhong's left shoulder in a daze, closed his eyes and uttered a breathy voice, "Ning Mianzhong... sorry for your trouble..."

Ning Mian finally lowered his eyes to look at him, Meng Qishu might really feel extremely uncomfortable, even with his eyes closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, even the usual stubbornness and resistance were gone, and his obedience was a complete mess.

He only took one look, then looked away, bent down to reach Meng Qishu's leg, picked him up and walked out.

It was already late at night when Meng Qishu woke up again, and the lights in the hospital ward were turned into a dark mode. The whole room was not very bright, but the layout of the whole room could be seen clearly.

He was lying on the hospital bed with a hanging bottle in his left hand, and his head was still dizzy, but it was much better than retching every now and then in a hotel.

Ning Mian finally lay on his right side, her knuckles gently hooking his fingertips, with half of her face buried in her arms, she fell asleep at some point.

Meng Qishu sat up, pulled his hand back as carefully as possible, and reached for the kettle on the table.

Before it was enough, the person sleeping next to the bed woke up first.

Ning Mian's final eyes were still a little drowsy after waking up. He noticed Meng Qishu's movement, pressed the other's hand first, and poured a glass of water into his hand: "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Meng Qishu's voice was hoarse, and he struggled to speak a single word, so he simply stopped talking, sipped his glass of water, and nodded his head, "Yes".

"Can you eat something? I left white porridge for you."

Meng Qishu watched him take out a small bowl of porridge from the thermos bucket with complicated eyes, and realized that he had been hungry for several meals.

But because of his health, when he saw this kind of food now, he couldn't control his stomach ache, and even made small movements involuntarily with a little resistance, and moved his body slightly in another direction.

Ning Mian could finally see that he didn't want to eat, so he had to give up.

Anyway, there is nutrient solution in the hanging bottle for him, so it won't have any major impact on his body because he didn't eat.

Meng Qishu drank the water and wanted to say something, but seeing the light blackness under Ning Mianzhong's eyes, he stopped talking, put the cup silently and continued to lie on the bed to recover the dead body.

I don't know when Ning Mian finally fell asleep, the dark circles under her eyes are so serious, she must not have gone to bed early.

It's better not to look for trouble, and to do this, so that people can't even sleep.

But that person seemed to be not what Meng Qishu wanted. Since he woke up, he had no intention of continuing to sleep, and he didn't speak, just staring at Meng Qishu.

"You're not afraid of sudden death." In the end, Meng Qishu couldn't hold back and said, his voice hoarse.

"It's okay, go back to sleep if you're sleepy." Ning Mian finally put her hand on Meng Qishu's forehead, and it wasn't as hot as before, so she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the hanging bottle on the shelf, "I'll wait for this After the bottle of medicine is finished, I will pull out the needle for you before going to sleep."

"Oh." Meng Qishu responded, and finally called him again, "Ning Mian ends."

Ning Mian finally turned her eyes to meet him.

"It seems that nothing good has happened to me since I met you." Meng Qishu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"..." Ning Mian didn't answer.

Also, the first time we met, Meng Qishu was activated by him to activate the system and directly pulled into the dungeon; the second time we met, Meng Qishu couldn't go home because of the rain, so he stayed at his house for one night; He was hospitalized again because of a fever.

"Do you think we don't get along?" Meng Qishu snorted mockingly, turned his head and stopped looking at him.

"I'll go back to Jincheng when you're discharged from the hospital." Ning Mian finally had no expression on her face, she closed her eyes, as if she was talking about an extremely ordinary matter, "I won't bother you again."

He agreed to give Meng Qishu time to think about it, but he appeared in front of the person the next day.

When did he backtrack like this?

Indeed, emotions make people impulsive.

"How long have you been on leave?" Meng Qishu asked calmly.

For the position of forensic doctor, it should be difficult to ask for leave, right?

"Seven days."

"Then when do you think I'll be discharged from the hospital?"

"If there are no other symptoms, up to five days."

Meng Qishu laughed, but had no emotion: "That is to say, if I recover well, I can be discharged early?"

"If you insist." Ning Mian finally didn't have any intention of hiding it, and answered him flatly, trying her best to ignore the dull feeling in her chest.

Looking at it like this, there is a high probability that there is no further relationship. This is because I am eager to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible to get rid of the relationship.

"I see." Meng Qishu replied, "No matter what, thank you for sending me to the hospital."

Even though he had a premonition, when Meng Qishu said these words, it was like a bucket of ice water pouring down his head, cooling Ning Mian's body and mind.At that moment, Ning Mian's whole body was stiff, and her heart seemed to be beating extremely slowly, pounding into her chest one after another, with a dull pain.

In fact, he should have said "you're welcome", but he couldn't say it at that moment anyway.

As if if he did say it, there really was nothing more between them.

So I had no choice but to remain silent, letting time stick and flow like a viscous liquid in the silence.

After some time, Meng Qishu on the bed spoke again: "Actually, I can guess that it was Shao Shiyi who told you my room number, right?"

"...Yes." Ning Mian finally opened her mouth and said this word softly.

"When I came to Lin'an, I only met her as an acquaintance. I didn't expect to turn around and expose myself." Meng Qishu smiled, a little tired in his smile, "Ning Mianzhong, I didn't expect to see you so early .”

But by mistake, I finally met it.