Si Yan lay on the 'fire pit', the temperature of his body heated the bed, he lay down, and fell asleep like this.

The next day.

Si Yan was woken up by his mother with a rolling pin.

"How do you do a teacher! I actually let the students write their homework all night!! ”

Si Yan got up and reached out to the next place, the bed was cold, and Chixiao really didn't come back all night.

He hurriedly jumped out of bed, but he didn't see Chixiao in the study.

"What about others?"

"What are you asking! You still have the face to ask! How cold the weather is now, and the kid didn't turn on an electric fan or anything, and his brain was dizzy! I told you to take you to the hospital. ”

After scolding, her mother muttered twice dissatisfiedly: "Going to the hospital for the New Year is really unlucky, this child's life is really bitter, and it is even more bitter to be a teacher like you." ”

Si Yan quickly changed his clothes and drove the car to the city hospital with the car keys.

The road to the hospital was very quiet, and seizing the gap where there were no speed limit signs, Si Yan drove up for the first time in the city.

There were many things in the year, and after the father sent the person to the hospital, he called him.

"Go over and see the kid, I have something to deal with."

"I see."

After saying this, Si Yan couldn't help but beat him down, Si Yan has always been a reassuring child, even when he cried when he was a child, he was quieter than other children, which was the biggest mistake he made in the long past 20 years.

“…… Sure enough, you are still not suitable to be a class teacher, you are still too young, and I will go to your school to talk to your leader next year. ”

Si Yan didn't defend himself, he was more annoyed and blamed for Chixiao at this time, and he couldn't understand what he was fooling around during this time.

He quickly rushed to the hospital, and the hospital had a rare lack of patients, and he felt quiet when he walked in the corridor.

Squeak.

He pushed Chixiao's hospital room open, the child was holding a hanging needle in one hand and an English word book in the other, so that instead of reading, he looked at the patient on the bed next door.

The patient was a young woman who was sitting on the edge of the bed and sipping the soup her boyfriend had fed her.

"Chi Xiao."

Si Yan let out a voice and recalled Chixiao's soul.

Chixiao sat on the hospital bed, his handsome face was red and white, and his discomfort was written on his face.

"Teacher."

The sound was hoarse, and Si Yan listened to the pain in his chest.

"How does it feel?"

Chixiao shook his head sensibly: "It's nothing, it's just not comfortable." ”

The burden comes from all aspects of the body, dizziness, chest tightness, and body soreness, which together are not very difficult to bear, but I just feel uncomfortable.

And it's not just the body that's uncomfortable, it's more about the lack of the mind.

Chixiao had always thought that the hole in his chest was blocked, but at this moment, it seemed that a piece of it had been dug out by the disease, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

He frowned so much that he couldn't even read the book anymore.

His reaction made Si Yan, who was already weak-hearted, even more weak-hearted, and he didn't dare to leave him for half a step, just sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Eat."

"If there's anything you want to eat at noon, I'll ask my mom to get you some."

"Whatever."

"Then ......" Si Yan was about to find some more topics, when he saw Chi Xiao's brows furrowed even deeper, and he lifted the quilt and moved down.

"I want to sleep for a while."