Chapter 36. [Second Update] The well-behaved girls in Dorm 503...
Another week has passed, and winter in Xicheng has quietly departed, with temperatures gradually rising.
Wen Xue also took off her thick cotton-padded coat. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a strange itch in her throat. She got out of bed and drank half a cup of warm water, which made her feel much better. However, in the afternoon, she started coughing without warning. Although the coughing wasn't frequent, it still caught the attention of her roommates.
Ye Manni asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"
"It shouldn't be."
Wen Xue had been very careful about her health this semester, dressing warmly. She was sure she hadn't caught a cold. A thought flashed through her mind, making her hesitate slightly. She said hesitantly, "However, when I tutored Weiwei on Sunday, she seemed to be feeling unwell and had a cough."
She didn't think much of it at the time, but simply stopped the activity and asked Aunt Zhang to pour hot water for Fang Lingwei.
This gesture finally earned her a "thank you" from the introverted and silent Fang Lingwei.
Ye Manni exclaimed "Ah," then thought for a moment, "How about I call my aunt and ask about Weiwei's situation?"
Wen Xue chuckled and shook her head, "It's nothing, no need."
The tutoring job was introduced by Manny, and she felt it wouldn't be appropriate for Manny to inquire about Fang Lingwei's condition just because she coughed a few times. Besides, spring is a high-incidence period for various viruses, and she understood the principle of avoiding trouble.
"Oh well……"
Ye Manni works in the student union and is busy every day. She has to attend meetings in the evening and doesn't even have time to eat before rushing out of the dormitory.
The other two roommates hadn't returned yet, and the four-person dormitory was quiet. Wen Xue went to get a cup of hot water and sipped it slowly until her nose was sweating. She felt a little relieved. She sat at the table and spent more than half an hour organizing her notes. Not wanting to waste any more time, she washed up and quickly climbed into bed to lie down properly.
She didn't sleep very well.
When she woke up again, it was completely dark outside the window. She reached for her phone from beside her pillow, turned on the screen, and glanced at it. It was just past eight o'clock in the evening. She fell back onto her pillow, feeling a bit dizzy, as if she had hit the back of her head.
After recovering from the dizziness, she clung to the bed railing, poked her head out, and called out, "Bingbing."
Chen Bingwen was watching a drama with headphones on, but couldn't hear clearly. She leaned back, pulled off one earphone, turned her head and asked, "What?"
"Could you get me the first-aid kit?" Wen Xue pointed to the wardrobe, her throat a little dry. "It's in the wardrobe."
"What’s wrong with you?"
Chen Bingwen came over hurriedly in slippers, holding onto the railing and standing on tiptoe to look at her. "Your voice sounds a little hoarse, are you alright?"
"I feel a little dizzy," Wen Xue said honestly.
"Let me touch it."
Chen Bingwen reached out and touched her forehead. "It's okay, it's not hot. Let me find you a first-aid kit!"
Wen Xue sat up, wrapped in the quilt, took the first-aid kit, rummaged through it to find the thermometer, shook it vigorously, and carefully tucked it under her armpit.
"Your first-aid kit is amazing!" Chen Bingwen exclaimed in amazement.
For people like them, they might only have one box of cold medicine, which they smuggled from home.
In contrast, Wenxue's place was practically a mini pharmacy.
Wen Xue remained in that position as much as possible without moving, and said with a smile, "If you need anything, you can ask me for medicine anytime. I also have band-aids."
In fact, He Yan directly asked the pharmacy clerk to make a list and prepare this medicine kit for her.
I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
After waiting quietly for a few minutes, I reached into my loose pajamas, pulled out the thermometer, and took a close look. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen; it was He Yan calling.
She cleared her throat forcefully and asked her roommate, "Bingbing, is my voice okay now?"
"Have some water to warm yourself up first!" Chen Bingwen found the thermos on Wen Xue's table, unscrewed the lid, and made sure it was hot before giving it to her.
Wen Xue gulped down several mouthfuls of water. "And now?"
Chen Bingwen said with a serious expression: "The oriole emerges from the valley!"
The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.
While Wen Xue was on the phone, Chen Bingwen went to the balcony to collect the laundry. When she turned around, she could vaguely hear Wen Xue, who was sitting on the upper bunk, talking softly on the phone.
Gentle and sweet, with a smile in her eyes.
On the other side, He Yan parked his car without turning off the engine. There was no one else in the car. He put the phone on speakerphone and placed it on the armrest. His tone was as calm as ever, "I've been running around all day. I just got back to the company and found a package on my desk. Did you buy it?"
Wen Xue felt a slight chill on her shoulders and shrank back into the blanket. "It's an aromatherapy pendant. I bought it online."
"You bought this for me?"
"Um."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a ripping sound from the other end. She held the phone closer to her ear and listened carefully. She realized that he was probably unpacking a package.
After a moment, he asked, "Where should I hang it?"
It sounded like a question, but also like a request for opinions.
Wen Xue, resting her head on the soft pillow, chuckled softly, "Anything is fine, but I've seen other people hang it near the air vent."
"who?"
“My senior’s parent.”
"OK."
He Yan hung up the aromatherapy pendant, his large hands still carrying the delicate scent. He reached for a tissue to wipe them clean, but was surprised to find something else in the box. "Why are there car stickers here?"
Wen Xue guessed, "Car stickers? They must have been a free gift from the store."
Suddenly, a low laugh reached her ears. She wondered, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm new to this job, please be kind to me." He suppressed his smile and slowly uttered these words.
He got his driver's license at eighteen, so not counting his past life, he's been driving for seven years now, which makes him a novice.
Wen Xue wanted to laugh too, but the tickling sensation in her throat came so quickly that she couldn't control it. She covered her mouth and coughed a few times, turning her head away.
"Is that you coughing?" He Yan's expression changed instantly on the other end of the phone, and he said in a stern voice.
Her cheeks flushed from coughing, but once her breathing calmed down, she chose to be honest: "It's nothing, just a bit of a sore throat. I just took my temperature and it's not a fever. I'll take some medicine if I don't feel better tomorrow."
Are you sure everything's alright?
"fine."
He Yan wanted to ask for more details, but she lowered her voice and whispered, "I won't say anymore, my roommates have all gone back."
"..."
My roommate is back, so I can't call her anymore?
Who made that rule?
He barely suppressed his displeasure, gave a few instructions, hung up the phone, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked into the stairwell with a serious expression. Before he even stepped onto the stairs, he stood there clutching his phone tightly. The bright motion-sensor lights on the first floor turned on and off in just a few dozen seconds, enough time for him to change his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, he straightened his face, turned around, and walked out of the dimly lit stairwell.
The motion-sensor lights, which had just been turned off, instantly turned on due to the hurried footsteps.
…
After the start of the semester, Wen Xue would put her phone on vibrate before going to sleep. She was half asleep and could hear a buzzing sound of electricity in her ears. She struggled to open her eyes, fumbled for her phone, and found that the dormitory was pitch black with the lights off. The screen light made her eyes hurt. She vaguely saw the surname He. Half asleep, she felt as if time had reversed, and she had returned to one year ago, two years ago, three years ago.
He Heng.
She silently repeated the name in her heart, her nose tingling slightly.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she swiped to answer the call. Before she could speak, the person on the other end seemed to have been running for a long time. Their voice was filled with suppressed panting as they said in an unquestionable tone, "Get down. I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."
ah?
ah? ?
Her dazed and melancholy thoughts were shattered by those words, leaving her stunned and instantly wide awake.
The next second, the other people in dormitory 503 saw Wen Xue in a state of exasperation for the first time. She suddenly threw off the covers and got off the bed. In a flurry of activity, she almost tripped over a chair. While changing her clothes, she muttered to herself in frustration.
"This is insane!"
"It's so late at night..."
The three men, unaware of what was happening, asked nervously, "What are you trying to do?"
Wen Xue wasn't sure if she was truly sick or just frightened; her head was spinning even more. "I'm going out for a bit—"
She paused, looking helpless, "I might come back right away, or I might not."
Staying out all night?
The three of them sat up abruptly, staring at her in disbelief. Their darling from dormitory 503 was going to spend the night outside? Had the sky fallen or the earth collapsed?
"Where are you going?!" they exclaimed in unison.
Wen Xue was startled by the shout and shushed, "Hospital."
Outside the dormitory building, He Yan was almost blending into the night. He looked down at his phone and searched for nearby hospitals. In his plan, he didn't intend to take her to the hospital at night, thinking that he could deal with anything else tomorrow morning. However, in those few dozen seconds in the corridor, he remembered that yesterday or the day before, Sister Zhou had complained that the flu virus was raging recently and many people had been infected. Her daughter's class had been suspended for two or three days.
Without hesitation, he decided to drive over and take her to the hospital.
It's best if everyone is alright.
Footsteps and intermittent voices broke the silence of the night. He looked up and followed the sound, only to be taken aback when four girls came down from the road.
Troublesome He Yan was already Wen Xue's limit. She didn't want to bother anyone else. Despite her dizziness, she repeatedly urged her roommates to go upstairs. There was no need for them all to come to the hospital with her; they had class the next morning.
The three men sensed the seriousness in her words and, not wanting to cause trouble at this moment, stopped insisting.
There are priorities. If it weren't for the special circumstances, they would definitely have greeted He Yan. Now they could only stand at the door and watch Wen Xue step down the steps and stand in front of that tall and imposing man. No one could hear what she said to him. He looked up at them and nodded slightly.
It's a greeting, a silent thank you.
Wen Xue turned around, smiled, waved goodbye to them, and then walked side by side with He Yan into the deeper night.
The campus was completely silent late at night, and there was hardly anyone on the road they were walking on. Wen Xue was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night. She was initially annoyed and helpless, but before she even left the dormitory building, when she vaguely saw his figure standing there through the glass door, another, softer emotion took over.
She would cherish the person who drove two hours from the old town to her dormitory just because of her cough.
Noticing a gaze fixed on him, He Yan turned his head and met her unusually moist and hazy eyes tonight.
He paused, his deliberately slowed pace halting.
Wen Xue, not understanding why, also stopped.
At this moment, the road was completely silent, with only the two of them and the dim yellow streetlights that dispelled the darkness.
"How--"
That's all.
She only uttered one word before abruptly stopping.
As a dry, slightly calloused hand covered her forehead, her eyelashes trembled, and she stared at him helplessly, as if she had been frozen in place, too afraid to move.
He Yan leaned down, his left hand checking her temperature. Seemingly worried that it wasn't accurate enough, he frowned and placed the back of his right hand against his own forehead, simultaneously sensing both temperatures for over ten seconds. His expression grew increasingly serious as he gazed at her and asked in a deep voice, "Is this what you meant by not having a fever?"
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