Chapter 11 Fever

Zhou Cheng and Yang Luning finished the operation at around 3 o'clock. The patient's condition was still not optimistic. He was sent directly to the ICU after leaving the operating room. After handing over to the doctor in the ICU, it was almost 4 o'clock when they returned to the duty room.

When Yang Luning pushed open the door and saw Su Qingyan, he was stunned for a moment. He glanced at Zhou Cheng and found that Zhou Cheng was staring at him.

Su Qingyan leaned back in her chair, her coat draped over her, her head slightly tilted, her hands resting on her cheeks. Her thick eyelashes cast a small fan-like shadow on her face, trembling slightly with her breathing. Two lunch boxes sat on the table, and the room was filled with the scent of the bouquet.

Zhou Cheng looked at his slightly rapid breathing and abnormally red cheeks and knew that he must have a fever.

Wearing so little in the middle of winter, it would be strange if you don’t have a fever.

Su Qingyan was a light sleeper. He woke up when he heard the door open, but his head was dizzy. He forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the door with a confused look. His confused look and messy hair caught Zhou Cheng's attention.

"Your friend" Yang Luning had never seen Su Qingyan before, and asked Zhou Cheng with some confusion.

Zhou Cheng didn't answer him. He walked over and reached out to touch Su Qingyan's forehead. Seeing him coming, Su Qingyan thought he was going to be hit again. He shrank his neck and wanted to use his arms to block it, but his actions couldn't keep up with his thoughts. Before he could raise his hand, the wind blowing in when the door opened made him shiver again. But Zhou Cheng didn't hit him. When he placed his slightly cool palm on his forehead, he felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but rub it.

"You have a fever." Zhou Cheng quickly put down his hand and turned to look for antipyretics in the cabinet.

Su Qingyan seemed to be cooperating with him on purpose and sneezed several times in a row.

Yang Luning was overwhelmed by the weird atmosphere. He just wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep immediately.

"It's time to get off work." Su Qingyan didn't check the time, thinking that he had just slept for a while.

"It's time to go to work soon." Zhou Cheng handed him the medicine and water.

Su Qingyan didn't go to take the medicine. Instead, he leaned over and took the medicine directly in his hand.

Zhou Cheng felt something soft and hot on the palm of his hand. He bit his back teeth and saw Yang Luning, who was stunned, when he put down the cup.

Yang Luning fled in panic. The night nurse saw him like this and thought something had happened, so she hurried to ask him.

"Find an empty ward."

"Another patient is here" the nurse was speechless. Did Dr. Yang eat dragon fruit?

"I'm going to sleep." I can't stay in the duty room for a moment.

"Ah..." The nurse saw him look at the duty room with a complicated look, probably guessed something, and without saying anything more, took the key and opened a ward for him.

Zhou Cheng asked Su Qingyan to lie down on the bed in the duty room. Those sneezes seemed to have turned on a switch. Now Su Qingyan was coughing non-stop and couldn't lie down at all. Even after taking antipyretics, his temperature didn't go down, and his face was still red. Zhou Cheng saw that he was shivering with cold and took the quilts from the other beds.

Su Qingyan was delirious with fever, his body shivering uncontrollably. Zhou Cheng saw how uncomfortable he was, took the stethoscope resting on the back of the chair, and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Cold..." The quilt was lifted and a gust of cold wind blew in. Su Qingyan frowned and pushed him away.

"Listen." Zhou Cheng pushed away his weak hands and simply took off the vest and shirt that looked uncomfortable.

"Xiao Lun, are you busy?" Zhou Cheng came to the nurse's station and the night nurse had just returned with the key.

"What's wrong, Dr. Zhou?"

"Give my friend an injection. He has chills."

When they arrived at the duty room, Su Qingyan was already shivering and curled up in his blanket. The nurse quickly took the syringe and gave him an injection, but just as she was about to take off his pants, Su Qingyan desperately held on with his last bit of strength.

"It will be fine after the injection." Zhou Cheng wanted to go over to help, but seeing Su Qingyan's aggrieved and tearful expression, he turned around and took the syringe from the nurse.

"Can I call you?"

After hearing this, the nurse coughed twice, immediately retreated to the door and turned around.

Su Qingyan finally let go of his hand, and after a while, he stopped shaking. Zhou Cheng dug out his scrubs from the cupboard and gave him a change. Then he had Xiaolun insert an IV and personally applied the drops. Only then did Su Qingyan slowly calm down and drift off into a deep sleep.

It was already past 5 o'clock when they finished. Zhou Cheng took off his white coat and lay down on the bed, reviewing what had just happened and began to accuse himself of meddling in other people's affairs.

But the kid is really cute.

He quickly shook his head to drive the thought out of his mind, and urged himself to catch up on his sleep as he had to go to work soon.

Zhou Cheng felt that the alarm clock rang just as he closed his eyes. He quickly turned off the alarm clock, got up and sat on the chair beside the bed, waiting to change Su Qingyan's dressing.

Su Qingyan slept restlessly, his brow furrowed. The effects of the medication had caused him to sweat profusely, his entire body damp. Unsuitable thoughts once again flooded Zhou Cheng's mind.

A little after 7 a.m., Zhou Cheng went to the ward for rounds, dark circles under his eyes. When he returned to the office, the noisy place suddenly quieted down. A few people glanced at him, then quickly looked away. Yang Luning gave him an awkward smile and, unusually, frantically typed at the computer, writing a patient record. Zhou Cheng didn't think much of it, but sipped his iced coffee and began his workday.

Before the operation, he went to the duty room to see Su Qingyan. He was still sleeping. He touched his forehead and found that he no longer had a fever.

After returning from the operating room that afternoon, Zhou Cheng almost thought he'd walked into the wrong department. The nurses' station was decorated with flowers, like a grand opening reception. The head nurse smiled and told him not to let his friend spend money in the future. She felt embarrassed to buy so much food and drinks for just one injection. Zhou Cheng nodded awkwardly with a forced smile, then hurried to the duty room, only to find that Su Qingyan had already left. A large bouquet of red roses sat on the desk, with the watch box from yesterday in the middle.

If it weren't for the call from his assistant, Su Qingyan would have slept all day. When he woke up, he was a little confused and saw the indwelling needle on the back of his hand. He was wearing a surgical gown with Zhou Cheng's name on it. He slowly remembered what happened yesterday.

It's even, my butt was seen.