73. Fever
Zheng Xuhe didn't even finish his words before the live broadcast room was closed.
My phone ran out of battery and was turned off.
Cheng Qingxing looked at the turned-off phone and actually breathed a sigh of relief.
He was cutting vegetables quietly, thinking to himself, it's finally over.
If this doesn't end soon, he really won't be able to hold on any longer.
"We don't know when the electricity will come back." Cheng Qingxing calmly changed the subject, "There is no signal. If there is a water leak, we will be finished."
"No matter how dilapidated this house is, it won't leak." Zheng Xuhe glanced around and then washed cabbage on the side. "It feels like we're going to be trapped here for a long time."
"I took a look at the weather forecast and it says the rain will stop the day after tomorrow." Cheng Qingxing has already started cooking.
The current situation is actually quite bad. If the call doesn't come later, it will be difficult for both of them at night.
It was a rainy day and the temperature was already low. Without electricity, they probably wouldn't be able to move around normally for two nights and could only wait in the room.
When the dishes were ready, Zheng Xuhe served them out.
Cheng Qingxing felt inexplicably unwell, so he didn't go.
"You can eat something. I'm going to go back and rest first." Cheng Qingxing said softly, "I'm a little tired."
Zheng Xuhe responded and went to rest.
Cheng Qingxing lay on the bed, feeling inexplicably hot and a little dizzy.
Worried that it was the estrus period, I fumbled around and gave myself another injection of suppressant.
His consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he was shrouded in a thick fog.
The room was dark and quiet, with only the sound of rain drops outside the window, which seemed to be telling of endless sorrow.
Cheng Qingxing tried hard to wake himself up, but his body was out of control and his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
In a daze, he had a dream.
In the dream, he was sitting in an empty room.
This room looks very familiar. On the bedside table on the right is my favorite book "Spring is Buried", and on the left is an empty pillow.
"Qingxing, are you okay?"
He looked up and for some reason, Zheng Xuhe was standing in front of him.
This was their former rental house.
He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.
Zheng Xuhe half-knelt in front of him, then asked him with concern and stroked his cheek.
Just as I was about to raise my hands, I found that I couldn't lift my hands and my body couldn't move.
Cold hands caressed his cheeks, warm breath called his name in his ear.
Cheng Qingxing subconsciously rubbed his hand and felt very comfortable. When she looked at him, her eyes were full of tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Qingxing felt someone gently patting his cheek, and the voice was a little anxious: "Cheng Qingxing, Cheng Qingxing, wake up!"
He opened his eyes with great effort, but everything in front of him was blurry and he could only see a vague figure.
Zheng Xuhe's face gradually became clear. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry: "You have a fever."
Cheng Qingxing wanted to speak, but his throat felt like it was burned by fire and he could only make faint moans.
No wonder I had that dream, it turns out I had a fever.
Before, because he was in estrus, he always took cold showers, and he might have caught a cold at that time.
But after knowing that it was a fever, he felt relieved.
It just has to be the estrus period, otherwise things will be even more troublesome.
"Don't move. I'll go to the medicine box and get you a thermometer." Zheng Xuhe's voice was a little hurried, but his tone was still gentle.
Fortunately, when Zheng Xuhe went to prepare inhibitors for him, he also brought a medicine box with a thermometer in it.
Cheng Qingxing could only lie there obediently and let him do whatever he wanted.
He could feel his heartbeat quickening, and the physical discomfort made him a little irritated, but he didn't dare shout out loud.
The cold touch of the thermometer made him inexplicably sleepy, but Zheng Xuhe kept patting his face, fearing that he would really fall asleep.
After a few minutes, Zheng Xuhe took out the thermometer and took a look. His face suddenly turned ugly: "Over 39 degrees! You have a serious fever!"
Cheng Qingxing wanted to say "I'm fine", but the words turned into weak gasps when they reached his lips.
Zheng Xuhe quickly found a wet towel from the room and put it on Cheng Qingxing's forehead, then went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water and make a cup of cold medicine.
"Drink this." Zheng Xuhe handed the medicine to Cheng Qingxing's mouth. Cheng Qingxing struggled to sit up, took the medicine cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
The potion tasted a bit bitter, but Cheng Qingxing no longer cared about that. He just wanted to get better quickly.
Zheng Xuhe helped Cheng Qingxing lie down and covered him with a blanket.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of Cheng Qingxing's breathing and Zheng Xuhe's gentle comforting voice could be heard: "Don't worry, you will feel much better after a good night's sleep."
Cheng Qingxing closed his eyes, feeling a little tired from his physical discomfort.
He could feel that Zheng Xuhe was always by his side, changing his wet towel from time to time and touching his forehead from time to time.
This feeling of being taken care of made Cheng Qingxing feel warm, yet a little awkward.
This was the first time she was taken care of by him in all the years they had known each other.
During the time they were together, he was the one who took care of Zheng Xuhe more.
However, Zheng Xuhe was in good health, so he never had a fever. He just took care of him in his daily life.
Cheng Qingxing's vision was a little blurry, and he watched Zheng Xuhe's figure disappear in and out of his sight.
"Zheng Xuhe..." He raised his hand and called his name weakly, but Zheng Xuhe did not answer him, as if he was on the phone.
After a while, he came back, held his hand, and said in a relaxed tone: "Wait for me here, I'm going to go out for a while."
Cheng Qingxing didn't understand why he went out at this time?
He glanced outside. It was raining non-stop. What was he going to do outside?
But he couldn't figure it out right now. The room was empty and there was no one around him, which made him feel even more uncomfortable for some reason.
I don’t know how long it took, but Cheng Qingxing felt the heat in his body gradually subside and his consciousness became clearer.
He opened his eyes and saw Zheng Xuhe leaning on a chair beside the bed with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
There was still a hint of fatigue on his face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was relieved even in his dream.
Cheng Qingxing moved his body slightly, not wanting to wake Zheng Xuhe, but still accidentally made a noise.
Zheng Xuhe opened his eyes immediately and saw that Cheng Qingxing had woken up. He showed a trace of relief on his face: "You're awake? How do you feel?"
Cheng Qingxing nodded, his voice a little hoarse: "The fever should have subsided, thank you so much."
"I'm glad you're okay. Have a good rest and don't worry." Zheng Xuhe stood up, then raised his hand and pressed the button beside him, and several nurses came in.
Only then did Cheng Qingxing realize that he was no longer in the mushroom house on the island.
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