【Yeqing】All in my mind

Early the next morning, Zhuge Qing's body temperature soared to over 39°, and when he woke up, he found the dormitory was empty.In fact, he seldom has a fever, and the number of illnesses since he was a child is limited. However, these days during the exam month, the law school courses are tight, and he stayed up late a few days ago. Last night, it rained and the cold wind blew, and suddenly fell ill like a mountain. .

He sat up and fainted for a while, his head seemed to be filled with lead, heavy and painful, the curtains of the dormitory were not opened, and the air conditioner seemed to have been turned off for a while, but a window was opened, and a weak wind occasionally came through. After entering, Zhuge Qing was covered in sticky sweat. When he got up and got out of bed, he felt exhausted, and then he turned his head and saw the breakfast on the table.

While taking a shower, I suddenly remembered Wang Ye’s inexplicable anger last night, as well as those hesitant expressions that he suppressed. Zhuge Qing felt that he couldn’t deal with him with his current physical condition and Shuangshang. No class, no leave of absence.As a result, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open when Zhuge Qing was brushing his hair.

"Yo, if you can, you can take a bath if you have a fever of 39 degrees 2." Wang also threw the key on Zhuge Qing's desk, and when he came in, he had a bottle of iced mineral water in his hand and drank half of it.

"Huh?" Zhuge Qing had a high fever and turned to look at Wang Ye. His eyes were red and he could not open his eyes. He felt a bit slow in speaking, which made Wang also inexplicably think of Zhuge Qing pulling him a few days ago. What's the name of that cartoon I watched?

"Oh, lightning."

Wang also laughed and said you should wipe your hair and come with me for an injection.

"Why are you back?" Zhuge Qing remembered that Wang Ye also had two classes in the morning.

"Your mother called me just now and said she has been looking for you all morning, and no one answered the phone and did not reply to WeChat. I reckon that you are not awake." Wang was also very hot, and his T-shirt was wet. Said, "Actually, I'm going back, you slept like a pig."

"Oh, headache."

Zhuge Qing paused, and threw out these two words. His hair was still dripping with water, and he didn't dry his head with a towel.

Wang Ye was taken aback by his accent, and his voice was very hoarse, so he walked over, grabbed the towel on top of Zhuge Qing's head, rubbed it, dried it, and then blew it with a hair dryer. As for styling, of course he It's not as delicate as Zhuge Qing, just blow it dry.

"Old Wang, how can I go out, your hair looks like a chicken coop."

"It's just you who have a lot of troubles. I just asked you for leave and changed clothes."

When Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing arrived at the school hospital, they were taken aback for a moment. They didn’t expect so many people to catch a cold. Wang also asked the nurse when filling out the medical records at the consultation office. I stayed in the hospital.

Zhuge Qing felt a headache looking at the messy bills in Wang Ye's hand, and said that he knew it would happen, so I can't say it.Blood draws, laboratory tests, and a chest X-ray were also taken because he had a cough.It took a whole day to check everything and wait for the results. The efficiency of the school hospital was extremely low. Zhuge Qing was very impressed.

He was sitting on the bench outside the clinic door, drowsy, and Wang Ye’s shadow disappeared in the crowd after a while. The nurse called his name. As soon as Zhuge Qing entered, there was a nearly fifty-year-old man on duty. The deputy chief physician, probably because there were too many students with colds, wrote a few words in the medical record with a ballpoint pen, and then said, stay in the hospital for observation overnight, and take a picture after the injection, and see it in the morning discharge.

Zhuge Qing asked again, doctor, I still have classes, can you prescribe some medicine for me to go back to take.

As a result, the female doctor glanced at him, took off her mask and sighed: "It's nice to say, you elementary school students haven't seen a few of you who are tired from studying and class, and a young man about your age came here yesterday. I'm so burned that I'm delirious and still thinking about falling in love, I really don't want my life."

Zhuge Qing lay down on the gun inexplicably. At this time, Wang also came back with the medicine. Seeing Zhuge Qing raised his eyebrows, as if he was saying, what did I say yesterday.

So he told Wang Yeyi about the hospitalization. He didn't expect it to be so troublesome. Of course, he had to take a leave of absence for evening class, and he had to bring some things from the dormitory for the ancestor.

He asked, "What do you need? I'll go back to the dormitory at night."

"Let me think about it, you bring me the ipad, and a charger, and the earphones are hanging by the bed." Zhuge Qing glanced at Wang Ye and said, "Either it's too boring to be alone in the hospital."

Wang also grinned, and slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you thinking, if my mother finds out that you have a fever, I will throw you in the hospital alone, and she must tear me apart."

"Sleep with you? This is good." Zhuge Qing smiled, but his throat was itchy, and he coughed violently with his hand on his lips.

Wang also looked at Zhuge Qing, and felt that maybe that sentence made sense—most people are fragile when they are sick, and they will show others a side that is usually little known.Zhuge Qing has been popular with girls since he was a child, and he never blinks his eyes when he coaxes people, but when he is alone with him, he is always tense and holding his hand. Now his whole person softens and relaxes a lot .

So he pinched Zhuge Qing's face, and a red mark appeared on his pale face, which quickly disappeared.

Zhuge Qing was bored in the hospital alone, took out his mobile phone and began to browse through the group chat records, felt arm pain after a while, and raised his hand to slow down the infusion speed.

When Wang Ye came back with his things, the man squinted his eyes and sat on the head of the bed chatting with the girl next door. If it wasn't for his pale face, he wouldn't be able to see that he was a patient at all.

The air in the ward of the hospital was not good. There were two people in a room, almost all of whom were students from the school. Wang also drew the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation. Suddenly, large swathes of orange sunset glow poured in, covering the whole room.Zhuge Qing opened the dinner that Wang Ye brought over, two servings of millet porridge, buns, and pickles.

He picked up a bowl of millet porridge and took a sip, adding sugar.

Then he suddenly discovered that Wang Ye always seemed to be suddenly careful in this kind of place, but he couldn't tell if the filter was too thick or what. Halfway through drinking the porridge, Wang Ye called a nurse to pull out the needle, and his hands were very white. , When the needle was pulled out, there was a bit of bleeding, and when I pressed the cotton swab, I could even see the bulging blood vessels underneath.

The nurse said that there might be another injection at night, and when the shift changes, I will tell the nurse that if your hand hurts, you can rub it yourself, otherwise your arm will not be able to bear it.

Zhuge Qing soon became bored. The boyfriend of the girl in the next bed came once at night, and left after a while, so Zhuge Qing secretly watched for a while, while Wang was sitting by the bed reading, and he secretly elbowed Wang. Also, just hit the waist.

Wang was also taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Zhuge Qing tilted his head slightly, looking at the girl holding the phone: "I don't think her boyfriend is as good as you?"

Wang also snorted and didn't answer, thinking what kind of comparison this was.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Wang also felt that the relationship between the two of them had indeed surpassed the boundaries of ordinary friends, especially when the girl next to her ear and her boyfriend were rubbing each other on the phone, Zhuge Qing insisted. Watch a movie with him.

The single bed in the hospital was very narrow, but Zhuge Qingshou leaned over and asked Wang Ye to sit down a little bit. After searching on the ipad for a long time, he couldn't decide which one to look at.Later, Wang also said that you wanted to watch that horror movie, and it happened to be fine.

Zhuge Qing also said, you are really good at watching horror movies in the hospital.

However, he put his legs up, put the ipad on his lap, and distributed an earphone to Wang Ye, muttering: "Let me tell you, I think you are watching this film on purpose in this kind of place. I made a fool of myself."

Wang Ye was stunned for a second, and the gun lay very reluctantly: "My God, why do you have so many dramas."

Then the sky outside the window completely darkened, probably after watching the movie, the transfusion was finished, and the two were squeezed together on the same bed. The movie itself is not scary, but it is suspenseful and special effects. He didn't feel the horror atmosphere created by the picture, but Zhuge Qing watched it seriously. When the nurse came to pull out the needle, he knocked on the door lightly. The film was just at the end. He raised his shoulders, and Wang also half leaned on the pillow, With his hand on his swollen right hand, his head tilted to one side, he fell asleep on his shoulder.

The palms were hot, and the nurse's voice was very soft. She told Zhuge Qing that there was a small bed under the hospital bed, and then gently closed the door.

From Zhuge Qing's point of view, Wang Ye's eyelashes are long and straight, his eyes are closed and drooping, and the shadows under the moonlight cast under his eyes.

The girl in the next bed put down her phone and closed her eyes.

So this impulse came for no reason, Zhuge Qing lowered his head and dropped a light kiss on his eyes, Wang also felt itchy, raised his hand and held his fingers together, and put them by his side.

He lay down on his side, the ward fell into silence, the moonlight poured in through the thin curtains, the room was quiet, but there was one person whose heart was beating like a drum.

He gently closed his eyes, dreamless all night.

TBC