I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 206 206 He is willing to suffer from sequelae.

School doctor: "Have you never had a drip before?"

Duan Jiamu's throat rolled slightly, then he shook his head again, "No."

The school doctor was slightly stunned, "Then let's do a skin test on our hands first."

When Duan Jiamu heard that he was going to take a skin test, the pretty Ruifeng eyes drooped slightly, and he turned his head to look at Sang Yu. Sang Yu looked at the look in Duan Jiamu's eyes at this time. What should I say about that look? An innocent puppy.

Sang Yu felt that since Duan Jiamu hadn't had an IV, she naturally didn't know what the skin test was. She felt that she should kindly remind Duan Jiamu.

Sang Yu stretched out her left hand, made a needle insertion motion with her right hand, and explained to Duan Jiamu: "To do a skin test is to prick a needle on the wrist, and you will not be allergic to it."

As soon as Sang Yu said this, Duan Jiamu's face changed instantly. He frowned slightly, then turned to look at the school doctor, and licked his lips slightly, "Then...it will take a few days to recover after taking medicine."

School doctor: "...?"

The school doctor said patiently: "Your condition is quite serious, taking medicine may not be able to lower your body temperature, and you still need to have an IV drip."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu slumped under the stool, lowered his head, looked at the ground and said nothing.

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu who was silent, and thought to herself for a while.

Duan Jiamu, he, no, really, afraid!inject!Bar!

Thinking of this, Sang Yu involuntarily twitched the corners of his mouth, with a funny smile on his face. At this moment, Duan Jiamu raised his head again. When the two looked at each other, Sang Yu immediately stopped smiling. , smiling at Duan Jiamu sweeter than ever.

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Is the little deskmate making fun of him?

Duan Jiamu cursed in a low voice in depression: "Fuck."

The man's face was about to be lost in front of Xiaotong's desk.

Duan Jiamu is now afraid of injections, but he can’t be blamed. When he was young, he had a cold and fever. When he was eight years old, he had a serious cold and fever once. But Jiang Lanxin and Duan Zhengcheng were busy, so they sent him to the hospital After handing it over to the doctor, the two found a nurse to accompany him by his hospital bed, and then went to their respective jobs.

That night, the little Duan Jiamu had a high fever of 40 degrees, and his body was burning like a fire. On the back of his hand, where the drip was applied, he felt bitingly cold, and his whole body shivered.

That hot and cold feeling is something he will never forget, and what makes him even more unforgettable is the feeling of helplessness when he opens his eyes and no relatives are by his side.

At that time, he was only eight years old, and he really wanted Jiang Lanxin or Duan Zhengcheng in his heart, and it would be better to leave one person to accompany him.

However, no one wanted to stay with him.

Before the age of eight, even Duan Zhengcheng and Jiang Lanxin seldom accompanied him. He felt that he should be loved by others. He understood that they had jobs and were busy, so he was sensible enough not to ask them for company.

Only after he was eight years old did he fully understand how redundant he was, so redundant that they could put an underage child in the hospital for a whole night without even looking at him.

Also from that time on, no matter how seriously ill Duan Jiamu was, he didn't say anything like going to the hospital for an IV. He always took medicine, taking medicine over and over again, and if he couldn't take it for one day, he would take it for three to five days If he can't eat it in three to five days, he will eat it for a week or a month.

Duan Jiamu is not sure whether he will suffer from the sequelae of the drug, but he would rather have the sequelae than the horror of the injection.

Because it takes a while to get the drip, the school doctor said to Sang Yu and Mu Sinian: "If he gets the drip, it will take about two hours. You can go back to training first. When the two hours are up, just come and pick him up again." , or leave someone here to wait for him."

Sang Yu glanced at Duan Jiamu, looked at him looking sick, listening to the weak and innocent, and then remembered that he couldn't go back now, otherwise he would have to train to crawl forward again.

Thinking of this, Sang Yu's eyes flickered. How could he propose to accompany Duan Jiamu? It was too obvious, and his intention to evade training was too easy to see.

At this time, Duan Jiamu looked at Sang Yu, and said to the school doctor, "I want our class monitor to accompany me."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu continued: "Teacher He said that the monitor should take good care of every student."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Has Mr. He ever said such a thing?Why didn't she hear it.

The school doctor looked at Duan Jiamu, then at Sang Yu and Mu Sinian, then turned to Duan Jiamu and said, "Then let your class monitor accompany you."

Sang Yu saw that Mu Sinian was bored waiting here, so he said to Mu Sinian, "Student Mu Sinian, why don't you go to training first, and I will come back with Duan Jiamu to get a drip later."

Mu Sinian froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

After Mu Sinian finished saying this, he glanced at Duan Jiamu again, "Duan Jiamu, take a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Duan Jiamu didn't look at Mu Sinian, and hummed lightly.

Mu Sinian pursed his lips slightly, and then left the infirmary.

System: [Master Sang Yu, the number two male seems to dislike the male protagonist very much. 】

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu, who was looking away with a proud face. Duan Jiamu really seemed to have a particularly strong hostility towards Mu Sinian.

After Mu Sinian left, the school doctor also went to the other side to dispense medicine. In the whole room, only Duan Jiamu and Sang Yu were left.

Duan Jiamu sat on a chair, and Sang Yu stood beside him.

Because there is no mobile phone, Sang Yu can only pass the time by looking at the leaves outside the infirmary.

After a while between the two of them, Duan Jiamu coughed lightly, and Sang Yu looked away from the window.

Sang Yu turned her head and looked at Duan Jiamu with indifferent eyes. Duan Jiamu's eyes were obviously more relaxed than when Mu Sinian was here just now.

Duan Jiamu sat on the chair and looked up at Sang Yu. Sang Yu glanced at him. The young man was leaning against the back of the chair and sitting with his legs spread apart. His cheeks were slightly reddish due to the fever. Slightly drunk as if drunk.The eyes looked a little misty, and looked a little dejected.

Sang Yu watched and couldn't help but took a deep breath, and was about to look away when Duan Jiamu coughed again.

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sang Yu looked back at Duan Jiamu's face again. Duan Jiamu tilted his head slightly to the other side, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked Sang Yu, "What do you think..."

(End of this chapter)