The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 20 I'm Afraid of You Falling and Fainting

"How did you do it?" The female doctor in the infirmary pointed to the hospital bed and signaled Jiang Qishu to put the person on it.

Jiang Qishu put down Liang Chan as he said, panting heavily, his frown was full of worry: "I was hit on the head by a basketball, and passed out."

While examining Liang Chan, the female doctor scolded the two sweaty boys: "You guys don't know how to pay attention when playing golf, are you kidding yourself by hitting your head?"

Li Aoran, who followed, was still in a state of shock, clasped his hands together, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

"Apologize when someone wakes up. Tell me what's the use." The female doctor found a temperature gun and stuck it on Liang Chan's forehead to measure it. She opened her eyelids and looked at it, and breathed a sigh of relief, "She has a fever, 38 degrees. 6. Probably due to lack of physical strength, I couldn't resist being hit once."

Jiang Qishu and Li Aoran looked at each other, feeling a little relieved.

Jiang Qishu asked: "When will people wake up?"

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

Li Aoran glanced at the person on the hospital bed, squinted his eyes, and exclaimed, "Hey, Brother Shu, isn't this the girl I met at the Internet cafe the day I got my grades in the college entrance examination?"

Jiang Qishu recognized it a long time ago, but didn't say anything.

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

Jiang Qishu kicked him: "Still talking, it's not all your fault."

Li Aoran felt guilty, he took his kick and didn't fight back, it was indeed his fault, there was no way to refute it.

The female doctor was disturbed in her ears, and she waved her hand as a sign to drive her away: "Let her lie down and rest for a while, you don't talk here, go out and discuss if you have anything to do."

Li Aoran shrank his neck, dragging Jiang Qishu to open the curtain and go out.Jiang Qishu looked back at the pale girl on the hospital bed who was sweating non-stop.

He suspected that she weighed less than eighty catties, and she didn't weigh much when hugged, and her figure was as thin as a piece of paper.

Jiang Qishu didn't leave, and sat on a chair with a back outside the curtain, with his long legs spread wide, his hands on the desk where the doctor used to write medical records, and ordered Li Aoran to go to the basketball court to get his clothes and backpack.

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

Not long after, Liang Chan woke up leisurely, opened his eyes, all he could see was snow-white, and a faint smell of medicine and limestone walls filled his nostrils.

"Are you awake?" The female doctor was sitting by the bed. Seeing her blank eyes, she leaned over and asked, "How do you feel 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 lightly, and said angrily, "It doesn't hurt, it's just...a little dizzy."

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

"Probably not." Liang Chan said firmly, "I didn't eat at noon, maybe I had hypoglycemia, and I also had my period. My stomach hurts too much, and I was hit by a basketball again. That's it."

The female doctor rested her forehead and sighed: "You still have a fever, do you know that?" So many problems appeared at the same time, and the iron-clad body couldn't bear it.

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

Liang Chan raised her palm to cover her forehead, but she couldn't feel it.When she was in class, she felt very uncomfortable. She thought it was due to the hot weather and dysmenorrhea. Was it a fever?

"You are too thin, and you look a little malnourished. I heard you said that you didn't eat at noon, and you should eat three meals a day on time. It is best to combine meat and vegetables with exercise, so that your body can be healthy." The female doctor had already prescribed it. He took anti-fever medicine, but once he heard that there was nothing in her stomach, he didn't dare to give it to her.

She tore open the curtain with a bang, and was about to ask the boy waiting outside to help buy food, but she didn't see anyone: "It's weird, I was still here just now."

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

"The boy who brought you here."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Qishu opened the door panting, holding a small white plastic bag in his hand, which contained a popsicle and four bags of Jianda colorful chocolate bars.

"My friend went to the cafeteria to buy food. You should eat some of this first to cushion your stomach." Jiang Qishu walked to the hospital bed, 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 coat and stuck it to Liang Chan's forehead to help her physically cool down. His eyes fell on her fragile face, and he said sincerely, "I apologize to you on behalf of my friend, he didn't mean it."

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

Jiang Qishu seemed to have the ability to read minds, laughed dryly, and said, "It was he who hit you last time. He will apologize to you when he comes later."

Liang Chan tilted her head, meaning that he didn't need to raise his hands to cool her down: "I see."

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

"You don't have to do this." Liang Chan was not used to this kind of distance contact, she pushed his hand away, her eyes were helpless, she was walking absent-mindedly, not paying attention to her surroundings, and could not blame others, "I accept your apology."

Jiang Qishu lowered his hand and made a decision in an instant: "In order to express my apology, I will deliver breakfast to you every day until...until you are fine."

Liang Chan: "?"

Is he sick?

Liang Chan was so hungry that her stomach cramped and she didn't have the energy to deal with him. She tore off the wrapping paper and ate a chocolate bar in twos and twos. His stomach felt better before he said, "I'm fine now."

The female doctor chimed in: "If you do something wrong, you should have an attitude of apologizing. If they say they will bring you breakfast, you can just accept it with peace of mind. Don't be embarrassed, or they won't have a long memory."

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

The word "sister" coaxed the female doctor who was over forty years old into elation, and she couldn't bear to scold him anymore.

Liang Chan ate two bags of chocolate bars in a row, propped her hands on the bed and turned her body, her feet reached the sneakers next to the bed, and when she got up, she felt that something was wrong with her body, and when she turned her head, she wanted to die.

Immediately, the face as white as paper added a tinge of blood, blushing: "I'm sorry..."

The female doctor and Jiang Qishu looked over at the same time, the white sheet was stained with blood, and her pants were also dirty.

Jiang Qishu was taken aback for a moment, turned his head hurriedly, coughed lightly, and pretended that he didn't see anything.

The doctor is a woman, and she is used to such small situations, so she doesn't take it seriously: "It's okay, just wash up. You take the medicine back and take it. Remember not to take it on an empty stomach. If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, come for an infusion."

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

The female doctor pointed to Jiang Qishu who turned his neck [-] degrees and didn't look at anyone: "This handsome guy paid for it."

Jiang Qishu lowered his eyes, silently took out the popsicles in the sleeves of his sports jacket, opened the two sleeves, walked around Liang Chan's waist, and tied a knot neatly in front of her. He didn't know what to say, so he could only Apology: "I'm sorry."

He moved too fast, and when Liang Chan came back to his senses, his coat was already wrapped around her waist, helping her to cover her awkward position.

He said, "Let's go."

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

She looked back at him, she didn't know when the sun came out, the dazzling sunlight made her unable to open her eyes: "I'll go back to the dormitory." The implication is, don't follow me anymore.

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

"I can do it myself."

"I insist."

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

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

Liang Chan closed her eyes and squeezed out a few words: "I'm not that weak."

Jiang Qishu curled the corner of his mouth: "Say this sentence when you are alive and kicking."

Liang Chan was speechless.Right now, she could indeed be described as "weak". After a few steps, she was out of breath and dizzy. If it wasn't for the strength of his arm, she might really fall down.

Jiang Qishu sent her downstairs to the girls' dormitory. Along the way, he gained a lot of attention. Before leaving, he specially told her to remember to take medicine, and he came to bring her breakfast tomorrow morning.

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

Jiang Qishu pretended not to understand, and waved his arms to say goodbye as he walked backwards. He couldn't see his facial features clearly against the light, but he could feel him smiling: "That's it."

Liang Chan frowned at the distance between her two curved eyebrows, and was about to faint from anger.

How could someone rush to find something for him?

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

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

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

Jiang Qishu: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)