A weak attack dog blood essay

After Guan Shijing left, only He Juan and Fu Xian were left in the classroom.

The white lights of the classroom fell on the desks coldly, and the cool night wind came from the half-open door.

He Juan has been observing Fu Xian silently for a while. After the get out of class bell rang, Fu Xian remained motionless like a sculpture. When the wind blew in just now, He Juan clearly saw that Fu Xian's body was trembling. .

He Juan hesitated for a while, he got up and walked in front of Fu Xian, only then did He Juan realize that the snow-white test paper in Fu Xian's hand had been swallowed by the large drops of ink from the vertical pen.

He Juan was silent, he simply said, "Are you okay?"

Fu Xian seemed to have just realized that someone was standing in front of him. Suddenly, the pen in his hand fell on the paper, rolling it around a few times, drawing long smudges with wet ink. When it fell to the ground, He Juan stopped him.

He Juan put the pen down and asked again: "Are you okay?"

In fact, Fu Xian was already a little numb from the pain, his head was buzzing, and he could hardly hear He Juan's words. Fu Xian raised his head blankly, looking at He Juan's lips with his cold and narrow eyes through the gold-rimmed glasses, trying hard to think. To discern what He Juan is talking about.

But he only felt a lot of small black dots popping out in front of his eyes, nausea and nausea in his throat, and finally couldn't hold it back, he barely repeated a few words before he lost consciousness, and he didn't know if the other party heard it Could not help falling into complete darkness.

He Juan only saw a faint mist in Fu Xian's eyes behind the lens, his aloof demeanor was washed away to reveal a trace of fragility, and then his pale and bloodless thin lips parted slightly, as if to say something, He Juan Tired, adhering to the mentality of caring for patients, listened closely, and only then heard what Fu Xian was saying.

He was repeating a sentence: "Don't let others know...don't tell others..."

He Juan was a little speechless, is this the stubbornness of Gaoling Zhihua?Stomach pain to pass out and don't let others know?

He Juan didn't understand, but He Juan chose to respect the psychology of adolescent high school students.

When Fu Xian woke up, there was a faint smell of disinfectant from the tip of his nose.

He moved his fingers, felt the rough cloth passing by his fingertips, the daze in his eyes gradually cleared up, and soon he found himself lying on a narrow hospital bed, with cold white lamps that were not too dazzling hanging on some Dirty white ceiling, a glass door on the left, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat sitting behind, and a few rows of red sofa chairs in front, with strangers dozing off on IV.

He Juan just went outside to finish the phone call, and told his aunt that he was staying at a classmate's house today, and the aunt on the other side of the phone cared a few words to pay attention to safety and be polite, and then He Juan heard her cousin calling her sharply, and the aunt hung up in a hurry Telephone.

When he came in, He Juan found that Fu Xian had already woken up, and he also clearly saw a trace of very obvious surprise in Fu Xian's eyes as he looked over.

He Juan, who abruptly carried Fu Xian from the classroom on the fourth floor of the teaching building all the way to the small clinic opposite the school, saw Fu Xian's eyes and felt a dull pain in his shoulders and back again.

"The doctor said you had hypoglycemia and a stomach attack, so he gave you a drip." He Juan pulled a red plastic stool and sat beside the hospital bed, and just after sitting on it, he saw Fu Xian moved to the side very obviously.

He Juan was speechless: "I carried you on my back just now, and you leaned on my back."

He Juan saw that Fu Xian pursed his lips without saying a word, and his eyes were still repelling. Anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and evil turned to the gut. Hand: "Is it useful to hate me so much now? When I put you on this bed just now, you held my hand in front of so many people!"

Then He Juan's hand was suddenly swung away by Fu Xian. Because of the big movement, the other hand that was originally lying flat on the drip was also involved, and the blood flowed back. This feeling was obviously not pleasant, perhaps because he found that his reaction was a bit intense. , Fu Xian quickly apologized: "Sorry, I don't like people touching me very much."

He Juan, who is the object of dislike, doesn't like others to stretch out the right cheek after being slapped on the left cheek. He has a cold attitude: "No, just remember to return the money to me."

Just now, the doctor had more than 300 prescriptions for drips and prescriptions. He Juan is naturally rich, but it does not mean that he is willing to spend this money for Fu Xian. It is already kind of him to move Fu Xian from the classroom.

Fu Xian didn't answer, and after a while he said again: "You have changed a lot."

Why don't you bother to answer such a boring question, not to mention that he is not feeling well right now, his back is sore, and his throat is also vaguely uncomfortable.

Although He Juan didn't regret helping Fu Xian because of Fu Xian's attitude, he really didn't want to say anything more to Fu Xian now: "329, I'll cut off a small change for you, 300 yuan, give it to me in class tomorrow, after the injection You can go home, the medicine is in the bag on the bedside table, if you don’t know how to take it, you can ask the doctor.”

He Juan had already told the doctor just now that the small hospital bed that he was able to stay here tonight will last only one night, and he will not go back.

So after He Juan finished speaking, he went to lie down on the empty hospital bed next to him. When he lay down, He Juan obviously felt that his head was heavy and heavy, and he felt dizzy. A bad premonition flashed in his heart.

In fact, not long after He Juan fell asleep, Fu Xian had already finished his IV drip and could leave, but he did not leave immediately by a strange coincidence, but walked up to He Juan to observe carefully.

He Juan, who closed his eyes, looked very well-behaved, his pale pink lips were slightly pursed, his slender and thick eyelashes revealed a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, and his delicate nose trembled slightly with his shallow breathing.

The edge of the quilt was held by He Juan's fingers, and Yubai's fingertips were slightly red. Fu Xian suddenly remembered that when He Juan's hand was covered just now, he thought He Juan was delicate, but he didn't expect the other's hand to be like that. Soft, with a touch of temperature...

Fu Xian couldn't tell what his mood was at the time, he was at a loss, and he was ashamed, and he subconsciously felt that the other party still had dirty thoughts in his heart.

It's not like Fu Xian didn't notice that He Juan was a little angry. Anyway, the other party did help him today.

Fu Xian lowered his eyes, he thought, in the future he will try not to repel He Juan's approach...

Even if the other party likes him, as long as he is like today, he will try to treat He Juan as a normal classmate or friend.

The moment he stepped out of the small clinic, Fu Xian looked at the school opposite, and remembered that He Juan seemed to have said that he was the one who carried him back.

He Juan's slender wrist, which was only half of Fu Xian's, suddenly emerged very strongly. It was clear that the hand, which seemed to be broken with a little force, could also have the strength to carry him here?

The author says:

He Juan: Who do you look down on? You?