Chapter 87 Illness

Jiang Wan didn't feel it when she got home last night, but when she went out this morning, she felt inexplicably cold.

She had just stepped out of the house when she suddenly sneezed.

Thinking that the temperature might be a bit low in the morning, she zipped up her school uniform, put her hands in her pockets, and hurried to school.

After finishing a morning reading session, her throat started to hurt slightly. She sucked on a throat lozenge, which made her feel a little better.

Jiang Wan probably caught a slight chill from the wind last night, but it shouldn't be a big problem, so she didn't pay much attention to it and continued to bury herself in the exercises in front of her.

Zhou Chong sat beside her, listening to her sneeze intermittently, coughing occasionally, and speaking with a slightly nasal tone.

"Are you really okay?" he couldn't help but ask again.

"It's nothing." Jiang Wan unscrewed her thermos. "I'll just drink more hot water and I'll be fine."

After saying that, she took a sip of water, put the cup back on the corner of the table, and continued to work on her problems.

Zhou Chong glanced at her silently, then stood up. "I'll go buy you some cold medicine."

"No." Jiang Wan looked up and grabbed his sleeve. "Taking cold medicine will make me sleepy. I don't want to be sleepy and unable to think straight. I still have so many papers to write."

"It's okay if you don't do the test," Zhou Chong frowned. "Your health is the most important thing."

"I'm fine." Jiang Wan tugged at his sleeve and shook it. "It's just a little cold, not serious enough to need medicine. I'll get better on my own."

The two stared at each other for a moment in a stalemate, but in the end Zhou Chong gave in.

He picked up Jiang Wan's thermos cup. "I'll go get you another cup of hot water."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Wan smiled at him with her eyes crinkling, but just as she opened her mouth, she accidentally sneezed.

Zhou Chong frowned, but he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he took her thermos to the water room.

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Despite diligently drinking hot water all day, Jiang Wan's cold symptoms not only failed to improve but actually worsened.

By the last class in the afternoon, she could only slump over her desk, propping her groggy head up with her hand, barely managing to sit up and listen to the lesson.

My throat was getting more and more sore, dry and itchy, and I would cough every few seconds, which drew frequent glances from the English teacher on the podium.

After assigning a cloze test, while the other students were all working on their questions, the English teacher walked up to Jiang Wan and asked with concern, "Have you caught a cold?"

Jiang Wan looked up from her workbook and spoke with a thick nasal tone, "Um, Teacher Yang, I have a bit of a cold, but it's not serious."

Teacher Yang noticed that her cheeks were slightly flushed and her voice was muffled. She reached out and touched her forehead. "She seems a little hot. Don't worry, she might have a fever."

Seeing this, Zhou Chong stood up and said, "Teacher Yang, I'll take her to the infirmary."

Teacher Yang looked up at Zhou Chong and nodded. "Okay, Zhou Chong, take Jiang Wan to the infirmary for a checkup."

"good."

With Ms. Yang's permission, Zhou Chong had a legitimate reason to take the pen from Jiang Wan's hand and lead her out of the classroom.

As I walked outside the classroom, I could vaguely hear Teacher Yang telling the students about the importance of their health. He said that at this crucial juncture of senior year, they must pay close attention to their health, and if they get sick, they should not delay treatment so as not to delay their studies.

Looking at the listless Jiang Wan beside him, Zhou Chong repeated Teacher Yang's words, "You can't delay getting sick; you have to get better quickly so as not to delay your studies."

Jiang Wan looked up at him, pouted, and lowered her eyebrows slightly, looking pitiful. "I thought it was just a minor cold, but who knew it would get worse and worse."

Zhou Chong sighed silently, turned into the stairwell, went down one step, and squatted down in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wan bent down and peeked out from behind Zhou Chong. "Are you going to carry me?"

Zhou Chong gave a soft "hmm".

Jiang Wan chuckled, her muffled voice rising in pitch, "I have a cold, it's not like I can't walk, why are you carrying me?"

"You look listless and weak." Zhou Chong turned to look at her. "Don't you want me to carry you?"

After saying that, he made a move to get up.

"Let me think about it." Jiang Wan quickly pressed down on his shoulder, jumped lightly, and climbed onto his back. "Now that you mention it, it seems you feel weak and can't walk very well."

Zhou Chong turned his head, lowered his eyes, and chuckled silently.

Then, he tightened his arms around Jiang Wan, stood up steadily with her on his back, and walked down the stairs step by step.

During class time, the campus is quiet, with a gentle breeze rustling through the sycamore leaves.

Jiang Wan leaned on Zhou Chong's back, wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and whispered in his ear, "Zhou Chong, am I heavy?"

"Not heavy," Zhou Chong answered without hesitation, his breathing even, walking quickly and steadily.

It makes it sound like you're not struggling at all.

Jiang Wan inexplicably thought of her past life. When she and Zhou Chong were intimate at night, there were a few times when they were having a great time, and Zhou Chong would hold her and stand up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, but they were face to face.

The first time Zhou Chong picked her up, the sudden feeling of weightlessness made her cling tightly to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and she asked breathlessly in his ear, "...Am I heavy?"

Back then, Zhou Chong's breathing wasn't as steady as it is now.

He suppressed a low breath and chuckled softly, saying, "It's not heavy."

After saying that, he hugged her and bounced her up and down, which made her gasp softly.

As Jiang Wan pondered, her gaze drifted to Zhou Chong's sharply defined profile, and she felt her face growing hotter and hotter.

She probably really had a fever, and it was quite high.

Zhou Chongke in front of you is only eighteen years old. Jiang Wan, how can you bear to think about these things?

She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Zhou Chong's profile any longer. Her breath brushed against Zhou Chong's neck, carrying a burning temperature.

Zhou Chong turned his head, frowned, and asked, "Why is your breathing so hot? Do you have a high fever?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Wan kept her head down and mumbled a response, "Maybe."

"We'll be at the infirmary soon," Zhou Chong said, quickening his pace.

Jiang Wan was too embarrassed to raise her head, fearing that when she got to the infirmary, her temperature would be taken and they would find that she didn't have a fever.

She really couldn't explain herself even if she jumped into the Yellow River.