As a patient, Jiang Tian really has no self-consciousness.

Sheng Wang found a good infirmary and went to the kitchen to pour a new pot of water and plug it in to the electricity - so as not to buy the medicine but only cold water can be drunk. When he came out, he saw that Jiang Tian had already gotten up.

His schoolbag fell on the bed, with a wide zipper opening, and a speech that was occupied by Sheng Wang all night was stuffed inside. He grabbed the bag belt with one hand, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head to relieve dizziness.

He probably heard Sheng Wang's footsteps and said hoarsely: "Give me five minutes."

"What five minutes?" Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing when you get up?"

Jiang Tian said: "Come to class."

Sheng Wang: "???"

"What class will you do if you have any fakes? Lying down." Sheng Wang strode over and wanted to take away his schoolbag, but Jiang Tian gave in.

He opened his eyes and said, "It's not that exaggerated."

"You are in my hands, I have the final say whether it is so exaggerated." Sheng Wang returned Jiang Tian's words as before. He grabbed another strap of his schoolbag and stared at him, "Can you lie down? If you don't lie down, I will take off your coat."

Jiang Tian looked at Sheng Wang speechlessly, his eyes emanating from his scattered forehead. Perhaps because of his pale face, his eyes were darker than usual, with a bit of illness.

After a while, he finally felt that this confrontation was silly, and he withdrew his gaze and let out his hand.

Sheng Wang immediately stuffed his schoolbag into the upper bunk.

"Lying down for a while, the hot water is boiling, it will probably take a few minutes-" Sheng Wang put on his coat, flipped a small sports bag from the cabinet and walked out of the back.

Before he could finish his explanation, he was interrupted by Jiang Tian: "Are you going to class?"

"Ah?" Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment: "No, I've asked for leave too."

"Where will go?"

Sheng Wang shook the campus instructions in his hand: "Go to the infirmary to get you medicine."

Jiang Tian withdrew his gaze from him, turned his head and coughed a few times and said, "No medicine, just drink some hot water."

"I'm burning tap water, not a full-blown rehydration." Sheng Wang turned up his collar and covered his lower half of his face. "If you want this, I'll find a way to spread it now. Then let's drink hot water to see who will overcome the disease first."

Jiang Tian: "..."

Seeing him finally lying back on the bed honestly, Sheng Wang went out with satisfaction. The school infirmary was leaning against the student dormitory, a little far from the teacher's apartment in front of the mountain. He ran all the way over.

There are not so many complicated processes in the infirmary, so it doesn’t matter if you take medicine on behalf of others. There are two teachers on duty, one of whom asked him: “What’s the situation and why do you get a fever?”

"It must have been a cold shower."

"Take a cold shower this day?"

Sheng Wang lowered his eyes, was silent for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes."

But he said to the teacher on duty at the desk: "Hey, don't say it. This is the third person to come to get medicine today. Didn't the teacher's apartment be cut off last night? Someone really took a cold shower, but those two didn't have a fever, but they just had a sore throat," he said.

"Oh, I said. I thought that another student could not stand it and came to cheat for sick leave." The teacher smiled apologetically at Sheng Wang and said, "I'll get you medicine and wait a moment."

Maybe he was afraid that the students would take it randomly, so the school hospital didn't give much medicine, but an additional thermometer was stuffed. Sheng Wang put away the medicine. The teacher was about to remind him again, "If you are afraid that it will be too slow, you can hang a bottle of water." He saw that he had already gone down three steps in one step, and then he ran across the corner in three or two steps.

Sheng Wang hurried back to the dormitory. As soon as the door opened, someone who was not lying down honestly was caught. Jiang Tian stood by the washbasin. He had probably just finished washing up, and he was carrying a towel in his hand and had a clear mint smell on his body.

"The person was caught and the stolen, what else do you have to argue?" Sheng Wang ran a little hot. He put the medicine and porridge on the table, rolled up his sleeves and turned around and came to catch someone.

Jiang Tian had nothing to say and came out from there without saying a word. He stood at the table, took out two boxes of porridge from his bag, and pushed one of them to Sheng Wang.

"The teacher said two medicines at a time." Sheng Wang took off the medicine box and suddenly looked at his brother suspiciously: "Do you use cold water or hot water to wash your face?"

Jiang Tianfen's hand was paused with chopsticks and said lightly: "It's hot."

Sheng Wang reached out and touched it, and it was cold.

Jiang Tian: "..."

Sheng Wang: "Do you think I am mentally retarded?"

Jiang Tian didn't raise his eyes and stuffed the spoon into his hand: "Eat your meal."

Just because he can really change the topic. Sheng Wang thought. But as long as he hears Jiang Tian’s low and tired voice, he can’t even stretch his face.

Young Master Shanda was particularly particular about his illness, but this was the first time he took care of others. The sick person was Jiang Tian, ​​so he wanted to use all the ways to reduce fever that could be used, and he was inevitably a little busy.

He stared at Jiang Tian, ​​drank porridge and took medicine, and for the second time he lay back on the bed, then sat beside the bed to change his shoes.

He was grabbed when his wrist was as soon as he stood up.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Tian asked.

"Go downstairs to buy something," said Sheng Wang.

Jiang Tian loosened his hot fingers and slid down his wrist. He lifted the quilt and said, "I'll go down with you."

"What are you doing when you go down?" Sheng Wangyan quickly covered the quilt. "I bought some cotton swabs or cotton pads. I just saw alcohol on the shelf next to the washbasin. Apply it to quickly reduce the fever."

Jiang Tian frowned: "It's not that troublesome, taking medicine is enough."

"In the past, Aunt Sun would apply some on my forehead and arms," ​​said Sheng Wang.

"I don't need it."

"Do you dissipate the heat very quickly?"

"right."

"…"

After that, Sheng Wang wanted to do something more several times, but Jiang Tian rejected it. He just said no, don’t, don’t go. This person is usually cold and hard, and he is sick and worse.

At first, Sheng Wang thought he was stubborn and refused to admit that he was sick, or even if he was sick, he would look particularly healthy and recover by drinking water.

Later, he leaned on a glass table and boiled a new pot of water, and searched for any shops around him for patients. He stayed in the kitchen for a long time without realizing it. During this period, Jiang Tian got out of bed twice, once with a cup and said he wanted to pour water, and once he said he had touched the inside of the bed railing and washed his hands.

Sheng Wang wondered for a long time but couldn't figure out how the ash was stained. So he took the newly boiled water back to the bed and continued to stare at him. This time he sat for a long time, but Jiang Tian never asked for water to drink, nor did he get out of bed again.

It was not until someone couldn't stand the effect of the medicine and finally fell asleep, Sheng Wang suddenly realized at some point that his brother might not be asking for face, but was a little clingy when he was sick.

Actually, it’s not his fault that he realized it later, but that no one would associate the word “climb” with Jiang Tian. But once it is connected, it will have a wonderful effect.

Sheng Wang left the stool and supported the edge of the bed and quietly leaned his head. Jiang Tian fell asleep facing the wall, his lips pursed into a straight line, as if he had returned to his usual appearance of being a stranger.

Sheng Wang silently calculated in his heart: If you have the opportunity to take care of Jiang Tian when he is sick, except Old Man Ding and Jiang Ou? I wonder if Jiang Tian will do this to them.

The intuition told him not, but he also thought his intuition was not humble enough.

Be humble, he can rank in the top three.

The eldest young master was instantly happy, and his long legs were shaking his chair. However, he was not happy for too long because someone was not honest when he fell asleep.

People with fever get cold and hot, and they can easily feel bored during the process of reducing the fever. Shengwang will also wrap himself tightly when he falls asleep when he falls asleep. Jiang Tian is his antonym.

When this person fell asleep, the quilt retreated from his chin to his chest. Sometimes it was so stuffy that his eyebrows were frowned, and he would turn the upper half of the quilt down directly and press it under his arm.

In an hour, he blew up 6 times, Sheng Wang covered him 6 times, and almost woke him up during this period.

Finally, Sheng Wang stood beside the bed with a headache and whispered, "You forced me."

He brought another blanket out of the cabinet, added another layer of seal outside the quilt, tucked it tightly... and then climbed up by himself.

He pulled the pillow on the upper bunk as a waist pad, sat horizontally on the bed against the wall, straightened his legs and pressed them against Jiang Tian’s calves through the quilt, pretending that he was a weight.

Since then, Jiang Tian has slept extremely honestly and has never even turned over.

His location was particularly good, and the sun was shining here, making people lazy. He looked at the lecture notes and touched the album from the bedside to search.

After only a dozen photos back and forth, he was able to flip through them for a long time. It took Jiang Tian to wake up after a sleep and moved to him.

"Is it so uncomfortable?" Sheng Wang touched his forehead with his hand, and handed him the electronic thermometer on his hand, "It seems that it's not hot in the morning."

Jiang Tian sat side by side with him, the heat of his skin was passed through the fabric. He leaned his thermometer in his ear and said, "It's much better."

The thermometer sounded "drip", he lowered his eyes and looked at the number, handing the display to Sheng Wang. It was less than 38 degrees, which was much better than in the morning.

"Eme?" Sheng Wang asked.

Jiang Tian shook his head.

Sheng Wang said, "Then I'll pour you some water."

As soon as he was about to get up, Jiang Tian held it down. He said, "I don't want to drink."

Given his previous perception of "climbing people", Sheng Wang automatically translated this sentence as "sitting with me for a while", so he honestly got up and no longer busy getting out of bed.

Jiang Tian lowered his eyes and looked at the album he opened and asked, "Why are you always looking at this page?"

Sheng Wang pointed to the last photo with his back and said, "I feel like one missing."

Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which picture is missing?"

Sheng Wang picked up the phone next to him and raised it up, capturing the moment Jiang Tian looked at the phone.

In the photo, two boys sat side by side, and the bright and gentle sunshine of early winter fell on them, gently covering up the sickness. Sheng Wang bent his eyes and laughed with his spirit, and his spirit was flying. Jiang Tian just happened to raise his eyes, and his thin eyelids were almost transparent in the sun. It was quiet but vivid.

"Okay." Sheng Wang dulled his head and pulled out the photo, shook it at Jiang Tian and said, "Now it's all."

"It just so happens that there is a grid underneath that can be stuffed with photos. I will find a store to print it out at night." As he said, he wanted to cross his legs and change his posture, but as soon as he bent one leg, his expression became hard to describe.

"Damn, hiss-"
To be continued...