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Jiang Wenxu was woken up by the heat. When he opened his eyes, the night light by the bed was still on.Jiang Wenxu saw He Zhishu's abnormally red face through the dim light, and the place where his body touched was also warm and wet.Jiang Wenxu reached out to probe He Zhishu's forehead, and then touched his own forehead. After a few times, Jiang Wenxu still couldn't tell whose forehead was hotter.

"Little book! Little book! Wake up!" Jiang Wenxu hurriedly got up and turned on the light, leaning over to shake He Zhishu's shoulder.He Zhishu didn't answer him, but gasped heavily and murmured from time to time.

Jiang Wenxu quickly wrapped himself and Zhishu He in clothes. Since it was past three o'clock in the middle of the night, neither Ai Ziyu nor Assistant Song answered the phone.Jiang Wenxu grabbed the key and entered the elevator. Zhishu He was still groaning uncomfortably. Jiang Wenxu had no choice but to hug Zhishu He tightly and kiss his forehead over and over again.

There were not many people in the hospital in the middle of the night. After waiting for a while, the nurse led a hematology doctor to the ward. Jiang Wenxu, who was in his 40s, saw the doctor coming and immediately stood up to make room for the doctor.

"I heard from Xiaoxia that she has a high fever. Why is the fever so severe?" The doctor looked at the thermometer, and the temperature had reached 39.2°.

"Should...it shouldn't be a common cold and fever. Xiaoshu just received chemotherapy in the afternoon, and it was already midnight when he found out that he had a fever." Jiang Wenxu stood beside him and didn't know what to do. He Zhishu's uncomfortable appearance made Jiang Wenxu even more flustered up.

After the doctor asked the nurse to infuse Zhishu with fluid, he looked at Jiang Wenxu again. "Is this afternoon the patient's first chemo?"

Jiang Wenxu stretched out his hand to hold He Zhishu's hand that was not infused, as if to comfort He Zhishu.He froze for a moment when he heard the doctor's question.

Isn't it?Jiang Wenxu.

"...Probably not" Jiang Wenxu didn't know.

"Did you have a fever like this before after chemotherapy?" The doctor was obviously upset.

Is that also the case?Jiang Wenxu.

"...don't know" Jiang Wenxu didn't know.

"Hey, how did your brother do it?! You don't know what to ask, you don't care about the patient's life, do you?" The doctor frowned, and his slender eyes were squeezed into triangles.

"No..." Xiaoshu's life is very important, very important.I would trade my life if I could, really.

The doctor's words were like a sharp knife piercing into Jiang Wenxu's heart.Yes, Jiang Wenxu, what were you doing when Zhishu He was sick?Where were you when Zhishu He needed someone to accompany you?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jiang Wenxu said, not knowing whether he was speaking to the doctor or Zhishu He. "Doctor, Xiaoshu...is he all right?"

The doctor flipped through the case that the nurse had just handed over. Perhaps he didn't like such an irresponsible family member. He tilted his head and glanced at Jiang Wenxu, then turned his head back.

"I'll have to check it carefully in a while. I won't know the specific situation until the blood routine report comes out. The milder one is a cold and fever, and the more serious one is pneumonia caused by infection." The doctor closed He Zhishu's medical record, "The patient is now The situation is not very optimistic. If you have a cold or fever in the future, you should go to the hospital for medical treatment in time. Hey! Forget it, let’s go to the hospital for treatment. During the chemotherapy period, the patient’s immunity dropped sharply. You family members should pay more attention to it. .”

Jiang Wenxu listened to the doctor's words silently, and his face became paler. "Well... good doctor, we will stay in the hospital for treatment. You have worked hard, doctor. Is there anything else you should pay attention to?" Jiang Wenxu stabilized his figure with the back of the chair.

"That's all for now, let's talk about the rest after Dr. Ai goes to work, I'll go first." The doctor didn't intend to stay long, and left the ward after giving the nurse a few words.

It was already [-]:[-] in the morning, voices gradually came from outside the ward, it was still dark, and the new year had begun.

"The patient's condition has stabilized. I'll be on duty first. If there is any emergency in a while, just ring the bell to call me." The nurse pulled out the infusion needle and turned to Jiang Wenxu.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, please go slowly." After Jiang Wenxu sent the nurse to the door, he walked gently to the hospital bed and squatted down slowly.

"Little book... Be strong... Get well soon, don't leave me behind." Jiang Wenxu took He Zhishu's hand and gently rubbed it on his face. Not long after, tears soaked He Zhishu's palm.

"Hi, hello. Well, yes, looking for Xiaoshu? Okay, wait a minute."

He Zhishu was called up by He's mother early in the morning, saying that he had to go to make up lessons on the first day to make a good impression on his teachers and classmates.Of course He Zhishu was a little reluctant. Children from other people's families, such as Jiang, could go out to play on Sundays, but he could only make up lessons bitterly.

Hey, He Zhishu, you are such a miserable life without childhood——

"Little book!"

was interrupted.

"What's the matter? Mom." He Zhishu put down the milk in his hand, stretched out his body to answer He Ma, and yawned a lot before walking forward.

"Xiaoshu, hurry up, look for a classmate." He's mother handed the phone to He Zhishu, and wiped the curled hair on the top of He Zhishu's head. "After you answer the phone, hurry up and have dinner. Let your father see you off later. I'll go to your grandma's first."

"Okay, mom, go slowly." He Zhishu showed a sweet smile to his mother, and then added: "Mom, don't forget to bring me the lotus cake made by grandma!"

Mama He looked at Zhishu He helplessly while putting on her shoes, "I said why did you call 'Mom' so sweet today? You have nothing to do to be courteous." Mama He put on her shoes, straightened her clothes, and was ready to go out. "Just know how to eat. When the time comes, you will become a piglet, and your mother won't like you."

"Huh! Go slowly, see you mom." He Zhishu watched his mother walk out of the house, and then remembered to answer the phone. Before the ears came into intimate contact with the receiver, the people over there started shouting.

"Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu, just talk to me!!!" Jiang Wenxu felt that he had been ignored for too long, and it only took two sentences.

"Ah, Jiang Wenxu, you're too busy talking to my mother." He Zhishu picked up the phone, feeling embarrassed.

It's over, did he listen to my pretending to call my mother just now?Will Jiang Wenxu laugh at me!

What He Zhishu was worried about did not happen, but Jiang Wenxu's next sentence made He Zhishu want to find a hole to get in.

"Little book, don't worry, I like you even if you turn into a pig." Jiang Wenxu actually said it very sincerely. He remembered that He Zhishu had a bad face before, so he taunted him, and now he regrets his outspokenness.

"You... you... who wants you to like it!" He Zhishu blushed, feeling that he was not worthy of it. "It's nothing, I hung up the phone!" He Zhishu began to speak harshly.

"Ah...don't don't don't, that's the one I read the weather forecast yesterday and said it might rain this morning, remember to bring an umbrella." Jiang Wenxu figured it out, he and Zhishu He are just classmates, and put this kind of words in the There seems to be something inappropriate between them, although Jiang Wenxu thinks it is very suitable.

"Oh, I remember." The corners of He Zhishu's mouth curled up slightly, and he snickered.Who says women are fickle, so is He Zhishu! "Um...you go skating with Li Fang and the others today?" Look, the son of the Jiang family is going skating with the son of the Li family, but the son of the He family is going to make up lessons. stand up.

"Yeah." Jiang Wenxu heard something wrong with He Zhishu's words, and added: "When do you finish class, I'll pick you up by bicycle, okay?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!wrong!He Zhishu, what are you thinking!You are very wrong!Eh?If the forehead is not hot, the brain should not be confused!

Perhaps every seemingly quiet child lives in the heart of a sophomore boy.

"……Hurrah."

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