Chapter 11: Yu Fan puts Chen Jingshen in the hospital!

Yu Fan actually had a vague premonition.

Since the morning I have been light-headed and weak, and I hear people talk like chanting.

He hadn't been sick in a long time, and the feeling was harder than getting a flesh wound.

Lips drying, Yu Fan swallowed, the dull ache coming from his throat causing him to quirk an eyebrow, "Hands off."

The man next to him didn't say anything, and after a few seconds, Chen Jingshen drew back his hand.

Yu Fan moved his head and rested it back on his arm.

"You should go to the hospital."

Yu Fan closed her eyes, "Mind your own business."

There was no sound from the side.

Yu Fan was just as groggy and sleepy as he had been during morning study hall. So he listened in a daze as the person next to him closed his textbook, gathered his things, and zipped up his book bag.

He inclined his head just in time to see Chen Jingshen carrying his book bag over both shoulders and picking up his chair with one hand and folding it backwards on his desk.

When people are gone, stack the tables on top of each other and take a nap.

Or maybe go to an internet cafe for another night? I'm not sure I can beat Yu Kaiming at home in this state. ......

With his eyelids half-dropped, Yu Fan dimly saw Chen Jingshen put his hand on the zipper and take off his jacket.

He actually wore a beige woolen vest underneath his heavy down coat, and only underneath that was his school shirt.

Yu Fan thought to himself how these nerds were so delicate, wrapped up like dumplings in only a few degrees of weather, and the dumplings bent down and grabbed his arm.

?

Grabbed it. His arm?

Yu Fan snapped back, "What for?"

"Go to the hospital." Chen Jingshen faintly said.

"I told you to mind your own business and let go," Yu Fan frowned, "Try touching me again? Believe it or not, I'll really beat you up-"

He stared at Chen Jingshen's face and couldn't hold back his punches - then his wrists were held in a grip.

He was picked up by Chen Jingshen just like the chair earlier.

He raised his fist again - and the other hand was confiscated.

Yu Fan instantly felt that being sick was even more troublesome.

If you can't beat Yu Kaiming, you can't even beat Chen Jingshen?

The down coat was draped over him, and Chen Jingshen said, "Raise your hands."

Two girls passed outside the classroom and heard the commotion, they looked this way at the same time-

Yu Fan's clenched fists unclenched again.

Forget it. Struggling makes it look worse.

Chen Jingshen Ignoring the eyes of the people in front of him who said, "I'll be the first to shark you when I get well," Chen Jingshen pinched the zipper of his jacket with his fingers and pulled it straight up to the top.

It's a high-collar down coat, so the back of Yu Fan's neck is covered again.

He felt the residual body heat of the owner of the clothes and lifted his head in disgust, saying coldly, "Trying to smother someone."

Chen Jingshen glanced at him and reached over to press the collar under his chin.

In order to meet the accommodation needs of some of the teachers, the teachers' dormitory of South City No. 7 Middle School was built next door to the experimental building.

The people who live here are usually young teachers who have just started their careers, and some hotshot veterans who have mapped out the school's path for the next twenty years.

Hu Pang lives on the fifth floor of the classroom dormitory, and the balcony of his house is right at the end of the school, where he can see the main gate of the school in two steps.

That evening, as usual, he strolled out onto the balcony with his bowl in hand and watched the flowers of his country, who had learned to forget themselves so much that they were only now leaving school, at the school gates as he laid down his meal.

Seeing Chen Jingshen's tall and thin figure, the corners of Hu Pang's mouth just raised a little, but then froze.

Chen Jingshen was holding someone next to him, and the two of them were very close to each other, in a posture like those early love couples he often caught in the school garden.

Chen Jingshen too?

Hu Pang was shocked and hurriedly put down his bowl to pick up his glasses, looked over again and saw a mess of hair-

And the face that gave him high blood pressure when he looked at it.

Hu Pang: "......"

You might as well have fallen in love early.

In this position, Yu Fan has resisted.

Then he almost fell down the stairs.

There are not many people in the school at this time, but not all of them are gone. Yu Fan wanted to memorize the people for the convenience of killing them afterwards, but because of dizziness, he didn't see them clearly.

So he simply kept his head down and was taken into the taxi by Chen Jingshen.

They went to the hospital closest to the school.

Took a temperature, 39 degrees 1, high fever.

"The temperature is a bit high, how long has it been burning?" The doctor glanced at his face, "I'll prescribe you some medicine first to see if it can be relieved, if the fever doesn't go down tomorrow, you'll come back to the hospital for blood tests and water ......"

Yu Fan didn't even bother to wait a moment: "Just give me an injection."

Ten minutes later, Yu Fan is sitting in the IV room.

He pulled one arm out of his sleeve and handed it to the nurse.

Yu Fan was no longer wearing a band-aid, and the nurse froze at the sight of the bruises on his face, unable to resist glancing at the school uniform he was wearing underneath.

Yu Fan's arms were thin - in fact, his whole body was thin, with little meat on it, and his shoulder blades would hold up his uniform when he slept on his desk. People often wondered where he got his strength from when he fought.

Yu Fan hung his eyes and watched as the needle slowly pushed into his skin, the head held in place by the tape, the needle staying in the back of his hand.

"Okay." The nurse said, "Drink lots of hot water and keep your jacket on, it's best to cover some sweat out."

Yu Fan: "Thank you."

After the nurse left, Yu Fan leaned back and collapsed onto the infusion chair, his duffle coat sinking in with his movements.

Having been burning all day, he was in a little worse shape than the other patients with fever. He lay back on his soft coat, sleep creeping back in.

The medicine and a cup of hot water were placed in front of him.

"Eat before you sleep." Chen Jingshen's voice fell from his head.

Yu Fan lazily said more, picked up the medicine and swallowed it in one go, tilted his head to find a comfortable position, and closed his eyes to sleep.

......

It was dark when I woke up again.

Yu Fan stayed in his sleeping position, enduring his sleep and half-squinting his eyes as he scanned around.

The infusion room was not crowded, mothers holding their sons, couples holding hands, adults working with computers and fluids, and high school students with their heads down on their homework--?

?

Yu Fan screwed up his head again and looked at the last one.

In the place where the patient's hand rests, there is now a test paper and an empty notebook. Chen Jingshen, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, holds his pen low and writes.

Yu Fan's little bit of anorexia came up and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Chen Jingshen : "The homework is not finished."

"......"

What, writing in a different place would interrupt your thinking about the question?

After a good night's sleep, Yu Fan is feeling much better.

He stared at the waving pen in Chen Jingshen's hand for a while, thinking that he had been overpowered by the force of this weakling because of his illness, and felt that he had to give him some warning.

He lazily voiced, "Chen Jingshen."

Chen Jingshen's pen tip didn't stop: "Uh-huh."

"You know what happens to people who mess with me?"

Chen Jingshen turned his head.

Yu Fan tilted his head, stared at his single eye, and said coldly, "You're here in person anyway, why don't you just book a bed first-"

The cool back of his hand was pressed to his forehead.

Yu Fan's voice ended abruptly, and before he could react, Chen Jingshen had already withdrawn his hand.

"The fever is gone." Chen Jingshen looked up at the bag of medicine, "I'll call the nurse."

"......"

Took my temperature and it did recede to 37.9.

When the nurse came to pull out the needle, she casually asked twice, "You guys went to school together?"

Yu Fan said lazily, "Uh-huh."

"Pretty good relationship." The nurse said, "He's been keeping an eye on your bag of pills while you've been asleep, and he's finished two bags for you."

Yu Fan, who had just finished intimidating his classmate, had his eyelids jumped, and he unobtrusively glanced at the person next to him, Chen Jingshen, who was working on the problem without blinking, and didn't seem to be listening to what they were saying over here at all.

So he paused and added a perfunctory, "Uh-huh."

As soon as the nurse left, Wang Luan's call came in.

Chen Jingshen Yu Guang saw him holding a cotton swab down on the back of his other hand, holding the phone with his shoulder, lazily waiting for the other side to speak.

Wang Luan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Shit, open WeChat and see for yourself, I sent you thirty-seven messages in one night, and you didn't reply to any of them, I'm just like your fucking licking dog!"

Yu Fan: "I don't see it, what for?"

Wang Luan paused, "Why do you sound weird?"

"Cold," Yu Fan said, "something to talk about."

"Not much, just reminding you to remember to copy the math papers," Wang Luan said, "Today in class when I visited the qin commanded, wrong questions each copy ten times, tomorrow do not hand in, next week will stand in math class."

Ten times?

Yu Fan thought of his completely blank math paper and said with a wooden face, "If I don't copy it, I won't be able to attend class next week."

Hanging up the phone, Yu Fan thought it was about time and took the swab away to throw it away.

A new, still-unwritten workbook was handed to him.

Yu Fan stared at her workbook for two seconds before tilting her head and asking, "What is it?"

It was only when I sat down that I realized that Chen Jingshen was really tall.

His jawline was smooth and beautiful, and the knot in his protruding throat rolled slightly as he spoke.

"Math homework."

"To visit the piano ah, give me why ......" Yu Fan stuttered for a moment, suddenly responded, "You wrote it for me?"

Chen Jingshen says, "Uh-huh."

"......"

This guy was just sitting next to him writing furiously for half a day, was he doing his homework for him?

Yu Fan stared at him in bewilderment, feeling that the fever that had just subsided was showing signs of returning, "Who asked you to write for me? It's not like Visiting Qin is a fool, we have such a big difference in words-"

"I wrote it with my left hand."

"......"

Then my handwriting isn't that fucking ugly.

Chen Jingshen said, "As a thank you for helping me out at the back door."

"Don't you think too much," Yu Fan wrinkles his nose, "I'm looking at those guys with a bad taste in my mouth."

"Uh-huh." Chen Jingshen looked at his averted gaze and answered.

Having said that, Chen Jingshen doesn't need to use this wrong copy anyway, Yu Fan pulls the homework over.

"How much does the medicine cost today?" Yu Fan took out his cell phone, "I'll transfer you to WeChat."

Chen Jingshen reported a number.

Yu Fan opened WeChat and scrolled through her friends before she remembered with hindsight--

"Right." Chen Jingshen asked, "Why can't I see your WeChat updates?"

"......"

Is this guy an idiot?

Yu Fan's sentence, "Of course I can't see it if I've blacked out," came to his lips, but he swallowed it back when he met Chen Jingshen's line of sight.

Shit, what's with making him look like a scumbag?

"I don't know, Bug," he held up his phone, dragging Chen Jingshen off his blacklist, "money transferred."

Chen Jingshen clicked on Yu Fan's avatar as he collected the money.

His avatar is of a couple stray cats, and it looks like it was taken casually around the school.

A few far fewer friend updates popped up.

He fidgeted and raised an eyebrow, "Well, see now."

-

Zuo Kuan bowed and stood in the observation room.

The middle-aged woman admonished beside him, "You should pay attention to the wound after you've just circumcised your foreskin, take your medicine on time, and try not to make any big movements."

Zuo Kuan's scalp tingles and he nods repeatedly, leaning against the wall and glancing around in an attempt to distract himself for a moment.

Then he saw two familiar figures.

Zuo Kuan abruptly stood up with wide eyes, the wound gently tugged, the pain caused him to cover his crotch "hiss--".

He fought through the pain and braced his hand against the wall to double-check again.

The boy walking in front of him had his hands in his pockets, as lazy and casual as ever, perhaps due to the cold weather, his face was a little pale.

The man following behind him was thinly dressed, his usually always neat school shirt actually full of wrinkles at the moment, and raised a hand to rub his eyes as he walked to the door.

Zuo Kuan snapped out of his shock, immediately grabbed his cell phone and snapped a picture, then sent it to a large school group of over a hundred people-

[Class 8 - Kuan: [Picture] Holy shit, look who I see.]

Class 7 - Zhang Xianjing: What are you doing in urology?

[Class 8 - Kuan: ????]

Class 7 - Wang Luan: Hahahahaha congrats Kuan, we'll play together tomorrow].

[Class 8 - Kuan: Fuck you.]

[Class 8 - Kuan: Did I fucking post a picture for you guys to see this?]

Class 7 - Wang Luan: What to see?

Zuo Kuan Circle the two tall, thin figures in the picture.

[Class 8 - Brother Kuan: You can't recognize anyone from your own class?]

Class 8 - Kuan: Yu Fan has put Chen Jingshen in the hospital!