"How?" The female doctor in the infirmary pointed to the hospital bed and motioned for Jiang Qishu to put the person on it.

Jiang Qishu put down Liang Cicada as he said, gasping for breath, his frowning brows full of worry: "I was hit on the head by a basketball and fainted." ”

The female doctor counted down the two sweaty boys while checking Liang Chan: "You said that you boys don't know how to pay attention when you play ball, are you playing your head for fun?" ”

Li Aoran, who followed over, still looked in a state of shock, clasped his hands together, and apologized one after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." ”

"Wait until you wake up and apologize, what's the use of telling me." The female doctor found a temperature gun and put it on Liang Chan's forehead to measure, opened her eyelids and looked at it, and breathed a sigh of relief, "She has a fever, 38 degrees 6, it is estimated that she is physically exhausted, and she didn't resist when she was smashed." ”

Jiang Qishu and Li Aoran looked at each other and relaxed slightly.

Jiang Qishu asked, "When will people wake up?" ”

"I can't say for sure." The female doctor turned around and went to the shelf full of medicines to dispense the medicine.

Li Aoran glanced at the person on the hospital bed, glared at a pair of squinting eyes, and exclaimed: "Hey, Brother Shu, isn't this the girl I saw in the Internet café on the day the college entrance examination results came out?" ”

Jiang Qishu had already recognized it, and he didn't say anything.

Li Aoran crossed his waist with one hand and stroked his sweaty forehead: "What kind of evil fate is this, I hit her last time, and I hit it again this time." ”

Jiang Qishu kicked him: "I still say, it's not all your fault." ”

Li Aoran was weak-hearted, and he didn't fight back after taking a kick, he really blamed him, and he didn't have to argue.

The female doctor was noisy and waved her hand to drive away: "Let her lie down and rest for a while, don't talk here, go out and discuss something." ”

Li proudly shrunk his neck and dragged Jiang Qishu to open the curtain and go out. Jiang Qishu looked back at the pale girl on the hospital bed who was sweating profusely.

He suspected that she weighed less than eighty pounds, that she didn't weigh much when she was picked up, and that her body was as thin as a piece of paper.

Jiang Qishu did not leave, sitting on a chair with a backrest outside the curtain, his long legs open, his hands on the desk used by the doctor to write medical records, and asked Li Aoran to go to the basketball court to bring his clothes and backpack.

The disaster was caused by Li Aoran, so he naturally didn't complain, and walked away with his head down.

Soon after, Liang Cicada woke up slowly, opened his eyes, and was snow-white as far as the eye could see, with a faint smell of medicine and lime walls filling his nostrils.

"Are you awake?" The female doctor sat on the edge of the bed, saw her blank eyes, leaned over and asked, "How are you feeling now?" Does your head still hurt? ”

Liang Chan's gradually sober brain told her that she was in the infirmary at the moment, she shook her head slightly, and said angrily: "It doesn't hurt, it's just ...... A little dizzy. ”

"It's better to do a CT of the brain, in case it's a concussion."

"Probably not." Liang Chan said firmly, "I didn't eat at noon, maybe I had low blood sugar, and I had a period, my stomach hurt too much, and I was hit by a basketball again, and it became like this." ”

The female doctor held her forehead and sighed: "You still have a fever, do you know?" "With so many problems appearing at the same time, the iron body can't stand it.

Jiang Qishu, who was outside the curtain, heard the conversation between the two clearly, and got up silently and walked out of the infirmary.

Liang Chan raised his palm to cover his forehead, and he couldn't feel it. She was very uncomfortable during class, thinking that it was due to the hot weather and menstrual cramps, was it a fever?

"You are too thin, you look a little malnourished, I heard you say that you didn't eat at noon, you have to eat three meals a day on time, it is best to match meat and vegetables, and then cooperate with exercise, so that your body can be healthy." The female doctor had already prescribed fever-reducing medicine, and when she heard that she had nothing in her stomach, she didn't dare to give it to her.

She pulled open the curtain in an uproar, and was about to ask the boys waiting outside to help buy food, but she didn't see anyone: "It's strange, I'm still here just now." ”

"Who?" Liang Chan sat up, leaned against the head of the bed and looked out.

"The boy who sent you here."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Qishu panted and pushed open the door, carrying a small white plastic bag in his hand, one popsicle in it, and four bags of Jianda Fun Chocolate Bars.

"My friend went to the cafeteria to buy food, you can eat some of this stomach cushion first." Jiang Qishu walked to the bedside, took out the popsicle from the bag, and stuffed the remaining chocolate bar to Liang Chan.

He wrapped the popsicle with the sleeve of his sports jacket and put it on Liang Chan's forehead to help her cool her down physically, his eyes fell on her fragile face, and his tone was earnest: "I apologize to you on behalf of my friend, he didn't mean to." ”

Liang Chan's upper and lower lips were pressed tightly together, didn't he think this set of rhetoric was familiar?

Jiang Qishu seemed to have mind reading skills, laughed dryly, and said, "He hit you last time." I'll make amends to you when he's coming. ”

Liang Chan tilted his head, meaning that he didn't have to raise his hand to cool her down like this: "I know." ”

"Then you ......" Jiang Qishu didn't take his hand away, stretched out his arm to chase her and turn her head, and the popsicle was still firmly attached to her forehead.

"You don't have to." Liang Chan was not used to this kind of distance contact, pushed his hand away, her eyes were helpless, it was she who was walking absent-mindedly, she didn't pay attention to her surroundings, and she couldn't complain about others, "I accept your apology." ”

Jiang Qishu lowered his hand and made a decision in an instant: "In order to apologize, I will bring you breakfast every day until ...... Until you're okay. ”

Liang Chan: "? ”

Is he sick?

Liang Chan was so hungry that his stomach cramped, and he didn't have the energy to talk to him, so he tore open the wrapping paper, ate a chocolate bar in three or two clicks, and felt better in his stomach before he said, "I'll be fine now." ”

The female doctor helped on the side: "If you do something wrong, you should have an attitude of apology, people say to bring you breakfast, you can accept it with peace of mind, don't be embarrassed, otherwise they won't have a long memory." ”

Jiang Qishu was not angry when he was connotated, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, my sister is right." ”

A "sister" coaxed the female doctor who was over forty years old to be excited, and she couldn't bear to discipline him anymore.

Liang Chan ate two bags of chocolate bars in a row, turned sideways with his hands on the bed, and reached the sneakers next to the bed.

The white paper-like face immediately added a trace of blood, and it was blushing: "I'm sorry to ......"

The female doctor and Jiang Qishu looked at it at the same time, there was a bloodstain on the white sheets, and her pants were dirty.

Jiang Qishu was stunned, hurriedly turned his head away, coughed lightly, and pretended that he didn't see anything.

The doctor is a woman, and she is used to this little situation, so she doesn't take it seriously: "It's okay, just wash it." You take the medicine back and take it, remember not to take it on an empty stomach, if the fever does not go away tomorrow, come to the infusion. ”

Liang Chan's face burned through: "How much?" ”

The female doctor pointed to Jiang Qishu, who twisted his neck ninety degrees and didn't look at anyone: "This handsome guy has paid it." ”

Jiang Qishu lowered his eyes, silently took out the popsicle in the sleeve of his sports jacket, pulled open the two sleeves, bypassed Liang Chan's waist, and tied a knot in front of her, not knowing what to say, he could only apologize: "I'm sorry." ”

He moved too fast, and when Liang Chan came back to his senses, his coat was already around her waist, helping her block the embarrassing parts.

He said, "Let's go." ”

Liang Chan walked out of the infirmary, his body was still very weak, his steps were slow, and he could see from the shadow cast on the ground that the boy had been following her not far away.

She looked back at him, and she didn't know when the sun was out, and the harsh sunlight shone so hard that she couldn't open her eyes: "I'll go back to the dormitory." "By implication, don't follow me anymore.

"I'll send you back to the dormitory."

"I can do it myself."

"I insist."

Liang Chan felt powerless and let him follow, but he suddenly quickened his pace, walked side by side with her, and held her arm.

She was about to break away, but he said sternly: "I'm afraid that you will fall and faint again." ”

Liang Chan closed his eyes, and a few words squeezed out from between his teeth: "I'm not so weak." ”

Jiang Qishu curled the corners of his mouth: "Wait until you are alive and kicking to say this." ”

Liang Chan was speechless. At the moment, she can indeed be described as "weak", she is out of breath and dizzy after a few steps, if it were not for the strength of his arm, she would have really fallen.

Jiang Qishu sent her downstairs to the girls' dormitory, and along the way, she received a batch of attention, and when she left, he specially told her to remember to take medicine, and he would come over tomorrow morning to bring her breakfast.

Liang Chan stopped at the entrance of the building, turned around and emphasized again: "No." ”

Jiang Qishu pretended not to understand, and waved his arms to say goodbye while walking backwards, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly against the light, but he could feel that he was laughing: "That's it." ”

The distance between Liang Cicada's two curved eyebrows was frowned, and he was about to be stunned.

How can anyone rush to find trouble for themselves?

Jiang Qishu retreated to the iron gate of the girls' dormitory building, stopped, took out his mobile phone from his light gray crossbody waist bag, and sent a message to Li Aoran.

"Bring your food to Building 3 of the girls' dormitory."

Li Aoran replied: "Brother, I just rushed to the infirmary. ”

Jiang Qishu: "Less nonsense, hurry up." ”