Faintly: "I had a dream and I woke up with a fever."
"..." The nurse smiled and shook her head.
There is no dream that can cause fever, it seems that the fever is really confused, and you have to talk to Doctor Ye about this situation.
In school, Su Luo ran to the bathroom after class and quietly called Su Qinghe.
"Grandpa, do you remember the dean of our school? If you accidentally beat him, what will happen?"
Su Qinghe was making tea, and when he heard his granddaughter say this, he shook his hand and the tea overflowed.
"Who dares to beat him? You beat him? It's hard for normal people to get close to him!"
"..." Su Luo curled his lips and pulled the ponytail behind his back, "If it were me, would you save me?"
"Difficult." Su Qinghe gave only one word.
"... Then isn't Lu Mian dangerous?"
"Lu Mian did it?" Su Qinghe finally reacted, but he became quite calm. He handed the tea cup to his mouth, mysteriously: "If it were her, it should not be that serious."
Although Su Luo didn't understand, she naturally believed her grandfather's words and nodded and relieved: "That's good. I still think that Director Qi will be angry for a while and delay Lu Mian from going to the doctor!"
"What?" Su Qinghe didn't drink the tea after all.
"Lu Mian has a fever..."
"How did you talk about such a big thing!" Old Su put down his teacup, put down the phone, and left in a hurry.
"..."
Su Luo walked out of the grid, staring at the phone more helplessly.
Grandpa, do you remember that Su Jue had a high fever when he was a child and you went to watch people play chess?
You are really special to Lu Mian...
Su Luo returned to the classroom and saw a hesitant and uneasy figure at the door. The other party is a beautiful girl, but with a flat head, it is very special.
What seemed to be holding in his hand was a pink-blue envelope.
She remembered, she seemed to be Sui Yuan in her brother's class, and she had something to do with Lu Mian.
She walked over and asked, "Are you looking for Lu Mian?"
Sui Yuan is timid and rarely comes to the high school. When she meets Lu Mian, she can often see it at the flower bed downstairs in a text message, and Lu Mian won't let her come here to find someone.
But she sent a text message to Mianmian today, but she never heard back, so she had to muster the courage to come to this strange place.
"She, isn't she here?"
"She was sick and had a fever, and was taken away by Director Qi in the first class."
"Huh?" Sui Yuan's face collapsed when he grasped the envelope in his hand.
Mianmian is really sick. What she texted yesterday said it was true...
Sui Yuan felt distressed and blamed himself, said "thank you" to Su Luo, and left quickly.
Su Luo hugged his ponytail.
Suddenly, she wanted to flatten her head too, as if it was quite easy.
News of Lu Mian's illness spread somehow.
She is now a figure in the school, a little bit of movement, almost known to the whole school.
But she didn't know it, lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling a little lost, her beautiful apricot eyes were full of confusion.
She really didn't understand, how could she have such a dream.
She remembered that she went to KTV yesterday and drank fruit juice with alcohol. She knew that she was not drinking well. She went downstairs to go home. It happened that Director Qi passed by and drove her back.
However, dreaming at night, she had that kind of dream. Dreaming that she was held by Xiao Qimo, held by him carefully, kissed gently and lingeringly by him, vividly remembered.
So, when she woke up, she had a glorious fever.
This is spring... dream... right.
Lu Mian never thought that one day she would have such a dream, she was really sick.
What's more serious is that this morning she found that she seemed to have a stronger reaction to Xiao Qimo. As soon as he got closer to her, her heart rate would be faster. Not going with him is really for my own good.
Lu Mian couldn't figure out why, probably because he had a guilty heart in his subconscious mind, and felt that he had done such shameful things in his dream, and it was really hard to face Xiao Qimo.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of the yellow waste in her mind.
At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door of the ward.
Lu Mian put away all his emotions and watched the door of the hospital room pushed open by a pair of beautiful hands stained with red nails.
Seeing a cool and sassy long-haired woman in a motorcycle suit walked in, carrying a lot of things in her hand.
She laughed.
Ye Lingmao walked over excitedly when he looked at his waist and looked from left to right to make sure that the person on the bed was Lu Mian. She put a box of exquisite birthday cake-like gift boxes on the coffee table, and put a bunch of other things there, relieved.
Lu Mian frowned when she looked at her stern face wrapped in a scarf, "How come you are like a thief?"
"Don't you know what I used to do? Come to this place, I don't have to wrap it tightly!" Ye Ling said as she pulled the scarf a small mouth to breathe, and checked it on her bedside card. At a glance, her diagnosis was registered on it.
Ye Ling sighed: "Brother Mian, awesome, I have to fight for the first place with fever."
"Fuck you!" Lu Mian's mouth was soft, and he cursed with a smile.
"Then tell me, what's your situation? Why did you suddenly get sick?"
"It's not sudden..." She had suspected before, but she didn't take it seriously.
Ye Ling sat on the side of the bed, holding her hand, "Is there anyone here to take care of you? I'll come here, it's my own, so I can rest assured."
"No. It's inconvenient for you here, I don't have much problem!" Lu Mian rejected her kindness, then raised her hand to help Ye Ling draw down her long wavy hair, staring at her red lips, looking away. It ended up in her hands.
These soft and beautiful hands were once the light of surgery at Jinjing Hospital.
The nails were so long that they were dyed with cardamom, and their original brilliance was lost.
She is really a pity for Ye Ling.
"Do you really don't want to take the scalpel anymore?" Lu Mian asked.
Ye Ling's body stiffened, and the corners of her mouth smiled casually, and the little bird leaned close to Lu Mian's chest like a human: "Brother Mian, it's enough for people to have you!"
"Ahem." Lu Mian reminded, "Woman, I'm still sick."
"Ha ha ha..." Ye Ling smiled heartily and beautifully.
Seeing that the patient's condition was OK, after smiling, she wrapped her scarf and got up again, "I'm leaving, I have to tell your little bald head quickly, she is about to die of worry."
"Ok."
"And..." Ye Ling turned around and smiled: "Happy birthday!"
Lu Mian flatly said, "Unfortunately, I can't be with you."
Her current identity is too conspicuous. If she suddenly disappears with them on her birthday, she will be suspected.
This is her concern.
