Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Dream Talk
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The sky gradually brightened. The Huangjiang River, without any dead fish, was clean and clear, like a bright mirror, reflecting the faint morning light and the scarred Fengyi.
As usual, the sun came out early.
Gu Mengran came out of the air-conditioned room wearing a thick protective suit and stepped onto the open deck exposed to sunlight. He did not feel the suffocating feeling from the unbearable heat as before.
It was still a bit hot, and it was stuffy wearing the protective suit, but the sunlight had lost its edge and was no longer scorching. It was obvious that the temperature was starting to drop.
Without staying on the deck for too long, Gu Mengran carried an electric kettle full of boiling water, opened the glass sliding door like a thief, and tiptoed into Liang Zhao's bedroom.
Liang Zhao was still sleeping, having changed from lying flat on his back to lying on his side, with the quilt wrapped tightly around him, making him airtight, like an oversized glutinous rice dumpling.
The patient slept a lot and it was only a little after six in the morning. Gu Mengran didn't think much about it. He put down the kettle and broke the pills and mixed the powder for Liang Zhao.
It was hard not to pay attention to the red rash last night. After preparing the medicine and seeing that Liang Zhao still showed no signs of waking up, Gu Mengran walked around to the other end of the bed and carefully lifted the quilt.
When the quilt was lifted, before he could see the rash, Liang Zhao's face, as pale as paper and covered in sweat, came into view, and Gu Mengran suddenly felt something was wrong.
He seemed to be very hot and was sweating a lot under the quilt. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, with sweat all over his forehead and nose and his hair was wet.
Covering up your sweat when you have a fever is not a wise move. Seeing this, Gu Mengran hurriedly pulled the corner of the quilt and peeled Liang Zhao out of the quilt little by little, gently, just like peeling an onion.
The quilts were piled aside, and Liang Zhao, sweating profusely, came into view without any obstruction.
The calves, arms, neck... the red rashes on the skin were particularly eye-catching. Before Gu Mengran had time to take a closer look, Liang Zhao, who was sleeping, crossed his arms and his body suddenly began to tremble violently.
"Cold, so cold..."
The person in the dream seemed to be neither awake nor awake, his dark blue lips moved and he muttered softly as if in a sleep.
Sweating profusely and feeling cold, Gu Mengran pulled the quilt over Liang Zhao, then quickly walked into the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, sat on the edge of the bed, wrung out the towel, and wiped Liang Zhao's body with warm water.
Wiping the body, taking the temperature, applying ointment to the rash, after going through the whole process, Liang Zhao still did not wake up and fell asleep wrapped in the quilt, especially when Gu Mengran's movements were not too gentle.
No matter how slow Gu Mengran was, he realized that something was wrong. He gently patted Liang Zhao's chest through the quilt and called out in a low voice: "Liang Zhao, wake up Liang Zhao, get up and eat something, take the medicine and go back to sleep."
Although he was in a coma, he did not completely lose consciousness. Liang Zhao still responded to the sounds from the outside world. Perhaps because he was annoyed by the noise, his smooth and full forehead wrinkled slightly.
Gu Mengran was not dissatisfied with the other party's reaction. He was glad that he did not faint completely. His heart gradually settled down, and the sweat on his forehead was more dense than that of the patient Liang Zhao.
After a short rest, Gu Mengran took the prepared pills and cooled powder to the bedside, and while Liang Zhao was still conscious, he stuffed the pills into his mouth one by one along the seam between his lips.
He didn't need to force feed it. The bitter taste of the pill spread in his mouth, and Liang Zhao frowned even more. Then Gu Mengran brought the granules to his mouth. Liang Zhao couldn't wait to bite the straw and swallow the pills with the granules.
Fever, rash, lethargy, Liang Zhao's condition was not good, but not too bad. According to the information Gu Mengran had read, these symptoms were basically consistent with those of early and middle stage chickenpox, except that the onset was a little faster.
The fever lasted for a few hours and the rash appeared within ten hours. At this rate, the rash today should spread over a large area, or turn into transparent blisters like those on that group of people.
Gu Mengran looked very carefully when applying the medicine just now. The rashes were numerous but not dense, which was acceptable to patients with claustrophobia. The rashes were still red, with red edges and slightly white tops. They did not grow particularly large, nor did they turn into transparent blisters.
Does this mean that...
The drug has had a certain effect and the virus has been contained?
Not being a professional doctor, Gu Mengran couldn't be 100% sure. The specific situation remained to be observed. What he should do now was to make Liang Zhao wake up.
Not sure whether it was drowsiness or mild impaired consciousness, Gu Mengran didn't dare to shout and wake the person up, so he put down the cup of water and stood up, preparing to go back to his room to check some information and catch up on his lessons.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, before he could even take a step, Liang Zhao's low, hoarse voice came from behind him:
"Meng, Meng Ran..."
"Hey! Liang Zhao, are you awake?"
Gu Mengran was overjoyed and turned around suddenly, only to see Liang Zhao's eyes closed, his hands unconsciously clutching the quilt, and he didn't look awake at all.
This? Talking in sleep? Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows, bent his knees and squatted beside the bed, tentatively calling out: "Liang Zhao, can you hear me? You've been sleeping for a long time, do you want to get up?"
With his eyes closed and breathing steady, Liang Zhao responded in his sleep with a soft "hmm".
Gu Mengran chuckled, "What do you mean? Arise or not?"
"Get up." Liang Zhao uttered a short syllable from his throat, as if he had used up all his strength, and stammered: "Give me some time, I'll get up immediately. Don't be afraid, Meng Ran, I will... come back, we..."
The voice was very soft and intermittent, especially the last sentence.
Gu Mengran moved closer, "What? What do you want me to do with some time?"
Liang Zhao's logic was confused and his thoughts were jumping. He was silent for a long time. He answered irrelevant questions and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Fish, I will catch it, catch fish."
Things were getting interesting. Gu Mengran chuckled and said, "Why are you catching fish? For me to eat?"
He didn't just tease people. As he spoke, Gu Mengran took a thermometer from the bedside table, shook it twice, and slowly put it under Liang Zhao's armpit.
When he was awake, he was very frugal with words, but when he fell asleep, he became a chatterbox. Gu Mengran had just tucked him in when he heard Liang Zhao say to himself, "Fish, Mengran eats fish."
"Okay, okay, eat. I'll eat the fish meat, and you eat the tail and head." Gu Mengran smiled and responded casually.
"No need to divide today. There are three, three. One for you, one for me, and one more..."
“Buzz——”
Gu Mengran's smile froze on his face, his head was buzzing, an inexplicable chill rose from his back, and his body, which was stuffy in the protective suit, could no longer feel any warmth.
What is Liang Zhao talking about? Three fish...
Impossible! He heard his own heartbeat, suppressed his anxiety and shock, and eagerly confirmed with Liang Zhao: "How about the other one, Liang Zhao?"
Liang Zhao's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
"Tell me, what about the other one?" Gu Mengran lost his composure a little. He grabbed Liang Zhao's arm through the quilt and shook it hard twice, completely forgetting that the other person was a patient.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough——"
Without waiting for an answer, a violent cough echoed in the bedroom.
Liang Zhao's chest rose and fell violently, as if sand had entered his throat, and he kept coughing. Gu Mengran woke up as if from a dream, picked up the water cup on the bedside table, and hurried to the kettle.
It was just pouring some water, which took less than a minute. But when he walked back to the bed with the warm water, Liang Zhao had already opened his eyes in his sleep.
Liang Zhaoping lay on the bed, his body shaking due to violent coughing.
He seemed not fully awake yet. His eyes were lifeless, but his gaze followed Gu Mengran's movements, finally stopping on his slightly tense lips.
Without rushing to find the answer, Gu Mengran brought the straw to Liang Zhao's mouth and gently instructed: "Drink slowly, take small sips multiple times, and don't choke."
"Hmm." Liang Zhao bit the straw.
After drinking half a cup of warm water, Liang Zhao's breathing gradually calmed down, and his pale cheeks regained a hint of color.
He supported himself on the bed sheet and slowly sat up. Meeting Gu Mengran's complicated and worried eyes, he asked softly, "Have I slept for a long time?"
"It's not bad. It's a bit long during the day, and..." Gu Mengran paused, "You were sleeping very deeply, so I couldn't wake you up."
Liang Zhao nodded thoughtfully. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt an itchy feeling on his arm. He subconsciously reached out to scratch it, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Gu Mengran grabbed the quilt and lifted it up, covering Liang Zhao's body, leaving only his head outside.
The brain was half a beat slower than the body, and after a while Gu Mengran realized that blocking the body would not stop the itch...
Gu Mengran sighed and smiled awkwardly: "I——"
"I saw it when I woke up." Liang Zhao raised his lips slightly and chuckled, "Don't worry too much, it feels different from those people's chickenpox. And after waking up, I feel much better, didn't you notice? I'm in good spirits now."
I feel much better after a good sleep? What kind of words are you talking about?
Gu Mengran's mouth drooped, and he muttered softly: "Oh, I feel so exhausted taking care of you, after all this time, why not just have a good sleep?"
Liang Zhao immediately tried to make amends: "No, no, no, it's all your credit. Thank you Meng Ran for applying the medicine and feeding me the medicine."
"Wait." Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously, "Weren't you asleep? How come you are conscious?"
Liang Zhao shook his head and analyzed with reason: "I smell very strong of medicine and my mouth is very bitter. You can guess it at once."
"Really?" Gu Mengran dragged out the last word, and seemed to meet Liang Zhao's gaze inadvertently, with a mixture of scrutiny and questioning in his eyes, "Let me ask you a question, Liang Zhao. If you have three fish, what would you do with them?"
Liang Zhao tilted his head and blinked blankly, "Fish, what kind of fish? Are you asking how to cook it? Steamed, braised, or boiled?"
Gu Mengran: "...Take a rest."
Not getting the answer he wanted, Gu Mengran visibly wilted.
In fact, he was very conflicted. He was afraid that Liang Zhao would remember things from his past life.
Liang Zhao had seen his miserable state before and knew all his unbearableness. Moreover, his previous life was too bitter. He had experienced all kinds of suffering but had not tasted any sweetness. In the end, he died with regret. Such memories would only add to his troubles.
Out of selfish motives, he wanted Liang Zhao to have the memories of his previous life. He wanted to ask why he refused at the beginning. If his sexual orientation was the opposite sex, why did Liang Zhao touch him secretly that night?
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