Jiang He's face was full of worry.
Why would he have complications like myocarditis, encephalitis, and nasal tumor …
Was she going to be a widow before she got married?
"Let's go and find a doctor …"
"Wait, stop! Let me go! I will really die if you keep tormenting me! "
Xu Qing held onto his quilt tightly and was dragged to the bedside by Jiang He.
"Calm down, don't worry. Let me go."
Xu Qing spent 10 minutes explaining to Jiang He about his cold and assured him that the medicine he had just taken was very effective and that he would be fine after a good night's sleep. Only then did Xu Qing get Jiang He to give up on the idea of dragging him out.
He went to the cabinet to find a thermometer and put it under his arm. Xu Qing sat on the bedside with the quilt wrapped around him while Jiang He sat by the side and looked at him.
"You are still wrapped in the quilt in the summer. Are you really okay?"
"I will be fine as long as I sweat. I wrapped myself in the quilt to prevent myself from sweating. As long as I don't have a fever, I don't need to go to the hospital."
"What about this?"
"This is used to test if I have a fever. It is useless to touch my forehead. It can only be felt if the temperature is too high. This can be accurate to 0.1 degrees Celsius."
Xu Qing leaned against the headboard and explained patiently. He tore a tissue to wipe his snot. The longer it was, the worse the cold got. It was just a little stuffy earlier, but now it was running non-stop.
"It is very serious if you have a fever, right? Do you want me to get a towel to put on your forehead? "
"There is no need. You don't have to make a fuss with technology now. My physique is incomparable to yours. I have only caught a cold once a year, which is quite … quite rare. It is common to catch a small cold during the change of seasons."
He took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 37.1 degrees Celsius with a little fever. The temperature under the armpit was usually around 36 degrees Celsius. Xu Qing thought for a while and went to the living room to drink a big glass of water. When he came back, Jiang He was holding the thermometer and looking at it.
"Look at it this way. Do you see the thin line? If it's around 38, it means that you're sick. Now it's only 37, which is normal. You can rest assured. Go back to sleep and stop searching on the internet. "
"You won't suddenly become 40 in the middle of the night, will you?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing's words were now gloomy, unlike before.
"If I turn 40, I'll probably burn myself into a retard. That's impossible. I need to sleep now."
"Oh."
Jiang He worriedly watched him lie down and reached out to cover him tightly with the blanket. He then touched his forehead and watched as Xu Qing stuffed two balls of tissue into his nose and prepared to sleep. He wanted to say something but hesitated for a moment before turning off the lights in the storeroom and letting him have a good rest.
The most uncomfortable thing about a cold is a stuffy nose, especially one nostril. When you lie on your side, the lower nostril will be stuffed, and when you turn over, it will become another nostril. It's very annoying, so Xu Qing stuffed two balls of tissue into his nose. This way, he can breathe through his mouth, and it will be easier for him to sleep.
Xu Qing did not feel too stuffy even though she covered herself tightly with the thin blanket in the middle of the summer. It was just that she had just shared a bed with Jiang He for a few days, and now that she had to move in alone, she felt a little disappointed. It was better to hug her so that she could touch her body whenever she stretched out her hand …
In the middle of the night, Xu Qing was still in a daze when he felt someone touching him. He reluctantly woke up from his sleep, and one of the paper balls in his nostrils fell out. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark for a moment before asking, "What are you doing?"
"Ah?"
Jiang He paused for a while. "I … I'm checking if you have a fever."
"Are you done?"
"It seems to be a little hot. Do you want to check again?" Jiang He touched his hand and put in a warm thing. It was a thermometer. He did not know how long Jiang He had held it, but the cold glass had become warm.
Xu Qing felt helpless and did not check his temperature again. Instead, he pressed the thermometer under the pillow and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Around 3 am."
"Come here and lie down."
"… …"
"Come up."
Xu Qing pulled Jiang He to the bed in the dark and covered her with the blanket. He hugged her waist and was ready to continue sleeping.
"You must have searched for something messy again. But you can't trust the internet. I don't have a fever. Let's go to sleep now. We'll see if we need to go to the hospital tomorrow."
"Then I … I …"
"Let's sleep like this, in case you come and touch me again later."
"… …"
Jiang He stared at the ceiling. After a while, she moved her feet and touched Xu Qing's feet. She carefully felt the temperature of his body.
It seemed … it was not as hot as she had imagined.
"I won't be able to sleep if you rub against me again." Xu Qing felt that she was flirting with him by rubbing against his feet.
Although he knew what she was doing, he still had this feeling.
"Aren't you afraid of giving me a cold?"
"If I give you a cold, I'll let you experience what a cold is. In case you think I'm going to die when I have a cold and a fever in the future," Xu Qing said grumpily.
Jiang He did not speak. It seemed that Xu Qing did not have a serious illness.
If it was really serious, he would not think so.
Jiang He relaxed and closed her eyes. The spring bed in the storeroom was very small. It was a single bed, so it was a little crowded for two people. She could only stay in Xu Qing's arms like this.
Feeling Xu Qing's hand on her stomach, Jiang He reached out and pressed against him through the clothes. She slowly fell asleep.
It was a quiet night.
The next day, when Xu Qing woke up, it was already nine o 'clock in the morning. He did not know when Jiang He ran away, leaving him alone on the bed.
He stretched and went out of the bed to the living room. A unique smell of ginger permeated the air. Jiang He heard the noise and poked her head out of the kitchen. "I cooked ginger water."
"I don't want to drink it. It tastes bad." Xu Qing's voice was stuffy.
"No, you have to drink it."
Jiang He came out with a big bowl, which made Xu Qing's eyebrows twitch.
He refused to eat this thing. Although he could eat coriander, he really could not enjoy ginger. When he ate, he had to pick it out.
But looking at Jiang He, it seemed that he could not refuse.
In the end, Xu Qing, who had just finished washing up, was forced by Jiang He to force her to drink a big bowl of soup made with shredded ginger. She spat out the shredded ginger in her mouth.
Jiang He also drank a bowl, which could prevent a cold.
"Do you want to practice a set of boxing to make yourself sweat?"
"No, I just want to stay quiet for a while. You go and play your game."
Xu Qing covered himself with a blanket and curled up on the sofa. His nose kept running. He held the mouse in one hand and put the other hand on a tissue.
He felt weak all over. His cold was getting worse.
She knew that once his body got better, he would either not fall sick or get sick more seriously …
"We really have to sleep separately. Don't be reluctant to leave me. Squeezing into my bed in the middle of the night will really infect you."
"I didn't squeeze into your bed!" Jiang He did not expect this person to make a false accusation. She said angrily, "It was you who pulled me!"
"If you don't want to, can I pull you?"
"… Shut up."
Jiang He did not want to talk to him anymore.
She was thinking about when to beat this person up.
After a pause, Jiang He added, "You will live there from now on. Don't move."
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