Zhou Zhengchu's university life can be described as dull and uninteresting.
However, he himself does not think so.
On the contrary, his roommates felt sorry for him and wished they could take his place. If they had his face, they wouldn't have been single for four years!
They weren't ugly; at least they were good-looking and passable.
But compared to Zhou Zhengchu, it really was nothing; even the green grass was made into weeds, and it was not worth looking at.
Over the past four years, many women have come to deliver love letters or ask for his phone number, but they all just want Zhou Zhengchu's phone number and want to hook up with him.
My roommate is already numb.
They were incredibly envious, but the person being envied remained remarkably calm, rejecting all offers, unmoved by even the most stunningly beautiful women.
It seems like I'm not born with the need to be in a relationship, nor do I plan to be.
His refusal was so decisive and clean that it broke the hearts of onlookers.
And so, heartbroken and heartbroken, graduation arrived.
Zhou Zhengchu majored in both finance and management in college, earning two degrees with perfect grades—his academic record was phenomenal.
At the graduation ceremony, outstanding graduates of the school also gave speeches on stage.
In the second semester of his senior year, he didn't have many classes, so he naturally joined the company. Even though he looked young and seemed to have little experience, he quickly got the hang of things.
That makes people dare not underestimate him.
Zhou Zhengchu was coming home later and later, leaving early and returning late. Jiang Yue happened to be free and had no work, so when she saw him working so hard, she knew that he wanted to prove to others that he was not bad.
I have the ability to take this position and the ability to hold onto it.
However, perhaps due to heavy workload or the change of seasons, I didn't pay much attention.
That day, Zhou Zhengchu went to the mall and bought his mother's favorite cake. After returning home, he suddenly felt dizzy and had a headache.
My body felt like it was on fire, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.
There was a voice in his ear that he couldn't quite make out; it sounded like his mother, but it didn't quite seem like it.
He felt his fingers being gently held in someone's hand. The person holding his hand seemed a little unfamiliar with this action and accidentally let go of his hand several times.
Zhou Zhengchu smelled his mother's scent, a faint, pleasant fragrance that was very comforting.
He desperately wanted to open his eyes, but the harder he tried, the more frustrated he became. His eyelids were so heavy he couldn't lift them, and all he could hear were the sounds around him growing clearer.
Are you going to die?
"Your body is so hot."
"I don't know, I don't know what to do."
It was my mother's voice.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
His tone of voice carried a touch of childlike innocence.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Zhengchu felt someone push him, trying to wake him up. She even poked his face twice, and a few hot tears fell onto the back of his hand.
He became even more anxious, wanting to wake up as soon as possible.
He didn't want to, and shouldn't, make his mother cry.
How could I let her worry?
"Don't die."
"No, you mustn't die."
"If you don't die, I'll secretly tell you a secret."
She kept talking, holding his hand tightly without letting go. Her voice, which had been nasal, gradually became a little smug. She said, "Do you think I don't know that you sneak into my room every night to tuck me in and say goodnight?"
"I know."
"I'm just too lazy to get rid of you."
As she spoke, she seemed to receive no response and became a little angry, her tone somewhat annoyed. Zhou Zhengchu could even imagine the expression on his mother's face, which was probably also very angry.
She poked his cheek again: "As long as you don't die, I won't hate you."
She muttered to herself, as if talking to herself: "Never mind, never mind."
"Call someone, I need to go and call someone to help you."
"Call someone, you have to call someone."
Zhou Zhengchu's mind was in a daze. When he struggled to open his eyes, he saw a room that was both similar and completely different. His whole body was burning hot, and his blood was scalding hot. He realized that he probably had a fever.
He tried to open his mouth, but his throat was dry, as if it were on fire.
It hurts terribly.
They were dry and couldn't say anything meaningful.
He blinked hard, silently gazing at the furnishings in the bedroom, which looked empty and devoid of anything extra.
All the photos he used to take, the gifts his mother gave him every year, and the ornaments on his bookshelf have all disappeared.
In a daze, Zhou Zhengchu felt that he might be dreaming, having a nightmare because of a high fever. He was so delirious from the fever that he could see such a blurry scene.
His strength couldn't sustain him for long. After a short while, Zhou Zhengchu was already quite tired. He lay back down in his blankets, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.
I feel quite at ease, as if everything will return to normal once I wake up.
However, even when Zhou Zhengchu was resting, he couldn't get a good night's sleep.
There were intermittent sounds in my ears, very soft, as if I had deliberately lowered my voice, afraid of disturbing him.
"The young master has a very high fever."
Did the doctor say when they would arrive?
"If that doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital first."
"My wife is also confused; we can't afford to leave either side unattended. What should we do? Perhaps we should call the husband first?"
“But the gentleman is abroad right now, and even if we tell him, he won’t be able to come back anytime soon.”
The murmuring sounds were like the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears.
I could hear it, but not very clearly.
After that, the sounds gradually stopped, and peace returned to my ears.
Zhou Zhengchu didn't remember how long he had been asleep. When he finally had the strength to open his eyes again, the sky outside the glass window had already darkened.
He had an acupuncture needle in the back of his hand and was receiving an IV drip.
The doctor has already come; he probably gave me a fever-reducing injection.
He heard the door being quietly pushed open, the sound was very soft, as if the person opening the door was doing something wrong, being careful and not daring to make a sound.
Zhou Zhengchu closed his eyes, pretending that he was still asleep.
Pretending to be asleep before understanding the current situation can actually give him more time to clarify it.
He felt a cool hand on his forehead, and it was that familiar voice again. His mother was still talking to herself, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was doing.
"Why is it still so hot?"
His forehead was gently poked, then again.
"But the doctor said you won't die now."
"The doctor even praised me. He said you would have been finished without me."
She seemed to enjoy poking his face, as if trying to create a small dimple. "But you're still cuter when you're asleep."
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