Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 186 Illness
The piercing sound of the brakes is so similar to the sound when the memory of the midnight dream came to an end.

But that figure from the back was always hazy and unclear, and Qingran couldn't tell who it was.

She stretched out her hand to press the alarm clock, and after a dream, she felt tired all over her body instead of decreasing.

The temperature in the room was a bit low. It seemed that she forgot to set the air conditioner when she was sleeping last night.

Her throat was dry and sore, as if she hadn't drank water for a long time. When she sat up from the bed, her head also ached.

Qingran turned off the humidifier whose red light was on to indicate lack of water, then turned off the air conditioner, and went to the bathroom enduring the discomfort.

Qingran thought that washing his face would be more comfortable, but he didn't expect to feel more uncomfortable after washing, especially his head, which hurt like it was about to split.

She knew that she had caught a cold. People who don't usually get sick suddenly fell ill like a mountain.

The headache lasted for a long time, and the feeling of dizziness also followed. Qingran felt top-heavy and couldn't lift his body up and down, so he had to collapse on the bed again.

With this look, she couldn't attend class anyway. She fumbled for her mobile phone on the bedside table, thinking of asking the teacher in charge, Old Wu, for a leave of absence.

After groping for a long time, she realized that the mobile phone was still on the desk. She struggled to get up to get the mobile phone, but she got the mobile phone later, but she soon forgot whether the call was made or not.

The headache was splitting, and the body began to ache. In the uncomfortable pain, Qingran fell asleep again in a daze.

At home, clear but not worried.

If she doesn't go down for breakfast, Aunt Liu will come up to see what's going on in a short time, and then just ask Aunt Liu to help make a bag of cold medicine and take it.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingran heard a knock on the door while she was half awake, and she wanted to say 'the door is unlocked', but her consciousness was too heavy, and her sore throat couldn't cooperate with the sound.

Then the door seemed to be pushed open, and Qingran felt someone standing still in front of her bed, without chattering, it seemed that the person who came in was not Aunt Liu.

Qingran tried her best to raise her eyes, and sure enough, what she saw was Xie Ying'an who was leaning over to look at her.

The boy frowned, his face full of worry: "Are you sick?"

As she spoke, she brushed aside Qingran's bangs with her fingers, and reached out to caress her forehead. The tentacles under her fingertips were hot.

Xie Ying'an panicked when he saw it, he was a little at a loss, and put the cool back of his hand on Qingran's forehead, as if trying to cool down a little.

In the past, holding Xie Yingan's cool hand was naturally comfortable, but today Qingran felt very uncomfortable, probably because of the fever, she felt cold all over.

She turned her head and broke away from Xie Ying'an's hand on her forehead, showing a clear sign of rejection.

Xie Ying'an was startled, looked at his hands, then at Qingran who turned his head to the other side, he knelt down beside the bed, because he still hadn't figured out why Qingran suddenly got angry for no reason, he Slowed down the voice as much as possible: "You have a fever now, may I take you to the hospital?"

Qingran shook his head and silently refused.

Although she doesn't reject the hospital, she doesn't want to go to the hospital just because she has a small cold.

She turned her head, endured the dizziness and headache, and said to Xie Ying'an: "You don't need to go to the hospital, just ask Aunt Liu to get some cold medicine from home."

As soon as I spoke, I realized that my voice was hoarse and out of tune.

Xie Ying'an's eyes dimmed, knowing that he couldn't beat Qing Ran, he stood up and went out without saying anything.

After a while, Aunt Liu came up with a cup of boiling water and prepared cold medicine.

Aunt Liu first put the medicine on the bedside table, then reached out to touch the dyed forehead, the scalding temperature startled her, "

Ouch, you child, why do you have such a severe fever, how can it work just by taking medicine? "

Aunt Liu's hand was warm, and it didn't hurt to put it on Qingran's forehead, and Qingran didn't reject her hand.

Aunt Liu helped Qingran to sit up, and kept mumbling: "It's good, why did you suddenly catch a cold? No, no, the temperature is too high. That kid Xiao Xie is right, you have to go to the hospital!"

Qingran sat up, stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples that were sore along with his head, then took the water glass handed over by Aunt Liu and drank the whole glass of water in one go, not even taking the medicine to drink, only then did he feel comfortable in his throat A little bit, although it still hurts, at least it doesn't feel dry.

Aunt Liu took the empty glass and went outside to get another one.

Only then did Qingran realize that Xie Ying'an did not come up with Aunt Liu this time.

Maybe go to school, she thought, after all, if it is too late, it will be late.

After drinking the cold medicine, Qingran fell asleep again.

Aunt Liu was a little worried. It's not that Qingran didn't have a cold before, but it wasn't as severe as today's fever. She was still hesitating whether to call Mr. Li and tell him about Qingran's illness. She saw him running back at the stairs Xie Ying'an.

I don't know where this boy went, his head was dripping with sweat, he ran upstairs like a gust of wind without squinting.

Normally, this young man looks like a mature and desolate young man. After all these years together, Aunt Liu has never seen him like this.

"Oh~" Aunt Liu shook her head and laughed, and she no longer struggled with whether to call Mr. Li, and sighed as she walked to the kitchen: "Young man now!"

Qingran, who had taken the medicine, just fell asleep when she was woken up by Xie Ying'an.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the medicine bottle in Xie Ying'an's hand. After taking the medicine just now, she didn't want to experience that bitter taste again. She frowned and turned her back to Xie Ying'an.

Rejection means self-evident.

Xie Ying'an was taken aback for a moment, when Qingran was not sick, she would never make her petty to anyone.

She seems to be kind to everyone, but in fact, there are only one or two who can really become her friends.

Growing up together for so many years, Xie Ying'an has never seen her so cute, so cute that the corners of his mouth raised an arc uncontrollably.

He put the water glass and medicine in his hand on the bedside table, moved a stool from the desk, sat on the edge of Qingran's bed, and prepared to fight her for a long time.

"I bought antipyretics." Xie Ying'an explained to Qingran, who was facing away from him, the medicines he just bought. Antipyretics."

Qingran opened his eyes, but still did not turn around.

Xie Ying'an laughed silently, and continued: "If you don't eat to reduce the fever, if the fever continues, you also know that it may damage the brain..."

I heard that some people have a fever and become stupid, but it really existed.

Qingran suddenly turned around and sat up, and stretched out her hand to Xie Ying'an: "Give me the fever-reducing medicine."

Xie Ying'an handed her the water glass and the medicine, and watched Qingran drink it, he was relieved to see it.

Most cold medicines contain ingredients that help sleep. After drinking the medicine, Kiyoran lay down and went back to sleep.

Xie Ying'an didn't leave either, she put away the water cup and continued to sit beside Qingran's bed.

Qingran was sleeping, so he took a book from the desk and read it.

It rained most of the night yesterday, and the sun came out this morning. The warm sun poured into the house through the window. The girl on the bed was breathing steadily, half of her face was hidden under the thin quilt, and she had fallen asleep.

The book in Xie Ying'an's hand did not turn a page for a long time. He looked sideways at the girl who fell asleep on the bed, his cold brows and eyes gradually softened, and the light in his black eyes was astonishing.

A room is silent, only the years are quiet.

(End of this chapter)