"Thirty-eight degrees eight." When Dr. Pei read out this number, he raised his eyes and glanced at Duan Jincheng, "This classmate, you can still insist on attending class even if you have burned so high." ”

Duan Jincheng no longer had the strength to respond to the doctor's ridicule, he licked his chapped lips and asked Dr. Pei, "Is there any fever reducer?" ”

"Yes."

Dr. Pei had just taken a fever-reducing medicine from the medicine shelf, and Chen Qingwu had already run to the water dispenser with a clear eye, took a glass of water from a disposable water cup and handed it over.

Duan Jincheng took the medicine in one hand and the water in the other.

The water in the disposable cup is mild and palatable, not hot or cold, just right.

Duan Jincheng swallowed a fever-reducing pill, pointed to the examination table behind the curtain of the infirmary, and asked Dr. Pei, "Can I sleep here for a while?" ”

After receiving Dr. Pei's affirmative answer, he fell headlong on the bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to be a robot that had exhausted the last trace of power in his body, and instantly remained motionless.

Chen Qingwu saw that Duan Jincheng was asleep, and he didn't think it was appropriate to stay with him, so he was hesitating, but he saw that Dr. Pei had sorted out the documents on the desk, and seemed to be going out.

"Chen Qingwu, I have a debriefing meeting soon, you have to stay and watch your classmate, he has a high fever after all, but it can be big or small." Dr. Pei said and pointed out the window, "I'm in the conference room opposite, if there is an emergency, you shout, I will hear it." ”

"Okay."

"Then it's hard for you."

"It's not hard."

Before Dr. Pei left, he brought a chair for Chen Qingwu, and a blue blanket was placed on the chair.

Chen Qingwu opened the blanket, covered Duan Jincheng, and then gently hooked the chair with his foot and sat down beside him.

He didn't know what kind of dream he was dreaming, his brows tightened in his sleep, and he trembled from time to time, which made Chen Qingwu outside the dream tremble.

Chen Qingwu suddenly remembered the previous homeroom teacher Hou's evaluation of Duan Jincheng, he said that he was sixteen or seventeen years old, but he seemed to have a thirty-six or seventeen-year-old heart.

At this moment, Chen Qingwu felt that Mr. Hou described it well and accurately, and he didn't know how this person could live so much like an adult at the same age as a flower.

Duan Jin Cheng slept very deeply, and after about half an hour, the antipyretic medicine worked, and he began to sweat, and there were beads of sweat on his full forehead and short, shiny hair.

Chen Qingwu was worried that he would catch a cold for the second time, so he took out a pack of tissues from the pocket of his school uniform, got up and carefully wiped his sweat. The tissue was gently pressed on Duan Jincheng's forehead, and the tips of his hard hair pierced the back of Chen Qingwu's hand from time to time, like some kind of silent but intimate interaction, which made Chen Qingwu blush unconsciously.

The infirmary was quiet, they were so close that Chen Qingwu could see a very small mole on his Adam's apple, she thought, no wonder so many people said that Duan Jin Cheng was a god, and the creator really favored him, and even carefully arranged his mole in such a sexy position.

Chen Qingwu was leaning over to stare at the mole on Duan Jin Cheng's Adam's apple, he suddenly moved, opened his eyes, the pupil was black and bright, like a small mirror, reflecting Chen Qingwu's stupid sigh.

Looking at each other, Chen Qingwu was caught off guard, so frightened that she retreated again and again, knocked over Dr. Pei's chair, and the chair fell to the ground with a "click", Duan Jincheng thought she had fallen, and immediately sat up from the bed.

"Are you alright?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay. ”

Duan Jin Cheng saw that she was fine, so he took a long breath of relief and lay down again.