The next day, Zhang Heng spontaneously went to the third canteen, but did not see the little sister, but saw her little girlfriend eating alone, eating in a hurry, which was very different from the usual style. The fourth child stood up at a critical moment, took the dinner plate and sat opposite the girl, and Zhang Heng also sat down.

Little fish, where is your little sister? What's wrong with today?

The little girl looked up at them, chewed the food in her mouth, and said lightly.

Yan Yan had a stomach problem last night and tossed for the night, and we took her to the hospital in the morning. I ate and rushed over to see how she was doing.

What the? So serious? Still going to the hospital? School Hospital?

Well.

Zhang Heng reluctantly filled his mouth with the food on the plate in front of him, listening to their questions and answers, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't swallow anything. Seeing that the little girl got up and hurried away, he also stood up and poured a full plate of rice into the leftover rice bucket. Ignoring the fourth child, he left the cafeteria alone. He didn't go straight to the hospital, knowing that her sisters were probably watching over her at this time. He was even a little angry yesterday, angry that she smiled at any cat and dog. At this time, I realized what it was like to have heartache. He sat on a bench by the lake, the sun shining on his back unobstructed, still cold for a while.

Estimating that the time was almost up, he walked across the campus to the school hospital. The hospital is next to the east gate, there are not many departments, and there are not a few wards on the second floor. He found her easily.

There are two beds in the ward, and she is the only one in her hand. Leaning on the quilt pillow behind him, he sat leaning back with his eyes closed. There was still water hanging on one hand, and the liquid was running through her veins drop by drop, and his heart was sullen. He didn't call her, but sat down in a chair beside her bed.

She didn't seem to notice, and her eyes were still closed in pain. He looked at her pale face up close, and his lips were a little chapped. On the small table next to the bed were a glass of water and a bag of fruit, as well as a few bread and cake-like things, which did not seem to have moved. From last night to now, the little junior sister doesn't know if she has eaten anything. The originally thin face is even more fleshless, and the pointed lower bump is even more prominent.

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, the little junior sister opened her eyes and looked at the drip bottle. Maybe I'm afraid that the liquid will drip out, and I have to barely support it if it's so uncomfortable. Then he saw her eyes light up all at once, and slowly transformed into surprise, or fright, then shyness and uncertainty, and finally left on her face with undisguised sadness, and grievance like seeing a loved one, and a tear crept down her reddened eyes. A typical person is strong when he is strong, and when he has an outlet, he suddenly takes off his guard and wipes down.

Naturally, he reached out and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

It seems that her little girlfriend didn't say much. That little girl sees everything, but never says much, rare cleverness.

How does it feel?

She shook her head slightly, looking like she didn't even have the strength to speak.

From last night to now, the water and rice have not entered, and they have tossed for a night, and it is estimated that they have lost their strength. I saw her close her eyes again. So he got up, went out, and went from room to room to find a doctor.

There are only a few doctors on duty at the school hospital. Today it happened to be his wife, who was listening to the heart and lungs of a student with a fever. He waited on the side for a while, waited for his wife to deal with it, and told his wife about the general situation of the little junior sister.

Oh, that little girl, I'm the one who took it. Said it was vomiting all night. I hung up the water to stop vomiting, but I still didn't dare to eat, for fear of vomiting again. It's just that the stomach emptied, and then the bile was vomited out, and now the two gastric membranes are leaning against each other, and there is nothing but stomach acid, which must be very painful. It can only be recovered slowly.

Is there anything you can do to make her a little more comfortable?

The master pushed her black-rimmed glasses and looked at him with a smile. He was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't care about it.

My wife didn't ask much, only said.

It's best for her to eat slowly, even a little, well. In my experience, bread and cakes are sour, and steamed bread is alkaline, which can neutralize some stomach acid. You go buy a hot steamed bun and let her eat it a little bit with saliva wrapped in dough, maybe it will relieve the symptoms.

Zhang Heng thanked his wife and came out, looked at the liquid in the infusion set above his sister's head, there was still a lot, and went out to a nearby restaurant to buy steamed buns. It was past the meal, and it took several shops to buy it, and begged people to put it in the pot and steam it for another quarter of an hour before wrapping it in his arms and getting it to the ward.

The little junior sister was still frowning and leaning crookedly, looking at it made people feel more and more distressed. He took his hands to fix the pillow quilt she was leaning on, making her a little more comfortable. Then he took the wet paper towel on the table and took her hand. The little sister opened her eyes in a daze and saw that he helped her wipe her fingers one by one. broke a small half of the steamed bun and put it in her hand, and asked her to eat some little by little according to her wife's instructions.

Watching her reluctantly pull the steamed bun little by little, wrapping it in her mouth for a long time before she dared to swallow it slowly, she was so sick and uncomfortable, she was still obedient and obedient without discounting his words. What is the value of a month's thoughts?

Suddenly remembered, didn't she go to dinner with that curly hair last night? Eat like this, and when she gets better, she must ask carefully to understand. Settle accounts after the fall.

About half an hour later, the little sister ate a third of the steamed bun in her hand without throwing up. The little sister opened her eyes and shook her head, signaling that she couldn't eat. He took it back and put it back in the bag, and wiped her hands again.

Brother.

Well?

I want to lie down for a while and try.

He helped her sit up, removed the quilt behind her, laid the pillow flat, and then half-hugged her, supporting most of her weight with his arms, and helped her lie down slowly. Pulling up the other quilt on her body and covering it, the little sister breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, breathed evenly after a while, and fell asleep.

She was always nervous beside him, and she slept as relaxed as she did today, probably because the heaviness of her body overcame everything. It seemed that the master's method had worked on the little junior sister, and he looked down at her and gradually stretched his brows, and finally put his mind at ease.

The little sister slept deeply until her little sister came back from class.

The two of them nodded to each other, with some tacit understanding.

Running out of classes?

The last two sections are in English, so it's okay to miss one less session.

Most of the girls have a good foundation in English, he knows it. Expecting that more little girls would come in a moment, he explained the situation carefully and got up to leave.