Chapter 33 Call 120! Xu Ze gave him the right to choose...
Xiao Zhier's words fell lightly. Although the room was extremely quiet, Xiao Zhier felt that a familiar music was playing out of nowhere.
His eyes were lowered, his amber pupils were dim and lost. Despite his calm and cold voice, Xiao Zhier's eyelashes were damp and his heart was desolate.
Although Xu Ze didn't understand Xiao Zhier's thoughts, he could see that Xiao Zhier seemed to be caught in his own emotional whirlpool again.
He let Xiao Zhier narrate in an almost self-abuse manner, and Xu Ze's eyes fell on Xiao Zhier's hand.
Those hands were still as white and slender as in my memory, with clean and beautiful knuckles, but this time they were tightly grasping the long hair on the plush bear's arms, and even the knuckles had turned bluish-white from excessive force.
Xu Ze's eyes darkened slightly. He looked up at Xiao Zhier, his eyes filled with unspeakable emotions. He did not interrupt Xiao Zhier, but waited until Xiao Zhier gradually stopped talking.
Xu Zecai sighed softly: "Brother Xiao, you don't need to rush to accept me or reject me. I just want you to promise me one thing..."
His voice paused slightly, and Xiao Zhier couldn't help but look up at him.
Under Xiao Zhier's gaze, Xu Ze came closer, half-knelt in front of Xiao Zhier, and said in a gentle and calm voice: "If you don't feel uncomfortable when I'm by your side, then please don't push me away in a hurry, okay?"
His words were too sincere and his voice was too soft, as if he was trying to lead people into the trap he had woven.
Xiao Zhier's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked into Xu Ze's eyes with an inquiring look, as if he wanted to see into Xu Ze's heart.
Xu Ze did not avoid Xiao Zhier's gaze. He lowered his head, took out a rectangular card from his pocket and put it into Xiao Zhier's palm: "Brother Xiao, you don't have to answer me today. I will understand it when the time comes."
As he spoke, his fingertips gently tapped the card in Xiao Zhier's hand.
Xiao Zhier was stunned. Xu Ze didn't say anything more. He quietly followed Xiao Zhier's wishes and left his home.
The sound of the door closing was heard, and Xiao Zhier lowered his eyes. He stared at the card in his hand for a few seconds, then slowly turned it over. The line of words that came into his sight made Xiao Zhier open his eyes slightly.
"Photographs: Non-traditional Craft Art Fair"
Xiao Zhier's fingertips trembled slightly.
"A few days ago, a friend gave me two tickets for an art exhibition held at the Provincial Art Museum during the holiday. I originally wanted to invite you to join us."
"Brother Xiao, are you serious?"
"It's a lie."
Yesterday's conversation seemed to still echo in his ears. Xiao Zhier was just teasing Xu Ze casually, but who knew that this guy would turn around and get all the tickets.
No wonder he said he would understand it when he saw it.
Xiao Zhier sighed softly. Xu Ze had put the choice in his hands. The ticket in his hand was as light as a feather, but Xiao Zhier felt it was so heavy that his heart was trembling slightly.
This person...
Xiao Zhier hadn't yet sorted out his chaotic emotions. He curled up on the sofa, his fingers lightly running across the ticket, his eyes passing over the paper thoughtfully.
The next second, there was a knock on the door.
When Xiao Zhier opened the door, he saw Xu Ze's face. He subconsciously took a half step back, feeling a little depressed.
Didn’t Xu Ze just say that he would give him time to think about it? Could it be just a few minutes?
He stared at Xu Ze and said softly, "Why are you back so soon?"
Xu Ze didn't know that during the few seconds of his silence, Xiao Zhier had already imagined a big drama in his mind. The young man scratched his hair shyly and smiled for a long time: "Well, I didn't take the key..."
Xiao Zhier was stunned, and the two looked at each other, and Xiao Zhier burst out laughing.
Xu Ze's face flushed red, and the rich blush extended down his neck and into his collar.
Xiao Zhier smiled and stepped aside to let the child out. Amid Xiao Zhier's laughter, Xu Ze walked into the house in embarrassment. When he took the key and left, he stood outside the door and looked at Xiao Zhier, hesitating for a few seconds.
Xiao Zhier raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"
Xu Ze's face was filled with grief. He looked at Xiao Zhi'er with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Can you just pretend this never happened?"
Facing Xu Ze's expectant eyes, Xiao Zhier smiled brightly: "No."
Xu Ze sniffed and pursed his lips pitifully. Xiao Zhier could even see the puppy ears on his head slowly drooping down.
The young man looked at Xiao Zhier and sighed heavily: "Oh! Shame on you!"
Looking at Xu Ze's heavy footsteps as he turned and walked into the elevator, Xiao Zhier kept watching until the elevator door of Xu Ze slowly closed before he laughed out loud.
In the elevator, Xu Ze listened to Xiao Zhier's almost impatient laughter, and his previous dejected expression changed.
He raised his head, as if he could see Xiao Zhier through the elevator shaft, holding on to the door and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand steadily. He curled his lips slightly.
Xiao Zhi'er leaned against the window and watched Xu Ze's car drive away. He stared in the direction where the car disappeared for a while, then turned around and reheated the vegetable porridge cooked by Xu Ze, preparing to have a dinner.
After eating and drinking, Xiao Zhier finally remembered the "Book of Anxiety" that he had forgotten about.
He hurried back to the room and found a gray-covered book upside down on the table. Xiao Zhier picked up the book and was about to flip through it, but his eyes fell on the table.
There was a piece of paper under the book, the edge of the paper was uneven, as if Xu Ze had torn it from a notebook, and there were two lines of words written on it.
“To know of nights before or after,
The little while that we may last.”
Xiao Zhier's eyes flickered, his fingertips gently stroked the beautiful cursive English, and he whispered: "The moment we lived, there was a dark night before and after."
He understood what Xu Ze meant.
Xiao Zhier sat down at the table. He reached out to take a notebook and opened it. His fingertips brushed across pages filled with words. Some pages even had simple drawings on them with colored pens.
The young man pressed his slender fingertips on a blank piece of paper. He carefully cut out the words left by Xu Ze with a pair of small golden scissors and pasted them into the notebook. After staring at the sentence for a few seconds, he took a pen and slowly wrote a few lines.
Xiao Zhier put the ticket for the art exhibition in his notebook. He touched the cover of the notebook with gentle eyes.
At this moment, the piano sounded elegantly.
Xiao Zhier subconsciously glanced at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Who would call him at this time?
For some reason, Xiao Zhier had an inexplicable ominous premonition.
This premonition came true after he answered the phone.
The boy's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely shrill, with every word lingering on the edge of breaking, but what made Xiao Zhier even more desperate was what the boy said.
"Brother Xiao, help! Qi Luran suddenly can't breathe!"
Xiao Zhier:! ! !
He was so nervous that he rushed out of the room, put on his shoes and ran out: "Call 120! I'll rush back now!"
Xiao Zhier almost flew into the car. He anxiously stepped on the accelerator and the car roared towards the school, speeding precisely within the speed limit the entire time.
"squeak--"
The friction sound between the tires and the ground was extremely harsh. The car spun its tail and almost drifted to a stop under the dormitory building. Xiao Zhier slammed the car door with an anxious look on his face and rushed into the dormitory building like a fly.
Qi Luran's dormitory was on the third floor. Xiao Zhier ran upstairs in two steps at a time, shaking his arms gently.
Thanks to Xu Ze's careful care and daily changing of the dressings, otherwise Xiao Zhier might not have recovered so quickly. If he couldn't drive himself, he would probably have to rely on his students to accompany Qi Luran and go to the hospital with the ambulance.
When Xiao Zhier thought about the three funny guys in Qi Luran's dormitory following him to the hospital, he felt like he was suffocating. He didn't even dare to imagine how lively the ward would be at that time.
While thinking about this, Xiao Zhier pushed open the dormitory door and asked, "What's going on? Is the doctor here?"
Several people in the dormitory were gathered together to guard Qi Lvran. The sound of Xiao Zhier opening the door startled them. Qi Lvran's roommate still had his phone in his hand. He hurriedly gave up his seat and said, "The command center said they are on the way... Ah, here they come, find someone to pick them up!"
Xiao Zhi'er didn't bother to say anything more. He turned around and went downstairs. When he arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory building, he happened to meet two doctors coming in one after the other. He waved them quickly: "Hello, follow me this way!"
The group trotted up the stairs. As soon as the doctor entered the room, he drove away the guys surrounding Qi Luran and asked them to make room.
He knelt on one knee, raised his hand and pressed Qi Lvran's carotid artery. With his other hand, he took out a small flashlight, opened Qi Lvran's eyelids and scanned his eyeballs twice: "What's your name? Can you hear me?"
Qi Luran struggled to nod, and he subconsciously raised his hand to grab something.
The doctor quickly checked his temperature and put electrodes on the ECG monitor. As the monitor started running, the machine made regular "beeping" sounds.
The doctor glanced at the monitor: "Sinus tachycardia, draw blood to test electrolytes."
As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Zhier: "When was the last time the patient ate? Does he have heart disease? Was there anything abnormal before the onset of the disease?"
Xiao Zhier had just arrived and didn't know what was going on. Qi Luran's roommate quickly replied, "We're going to have hotpot at around six. I don't know if it's a heart attack, but it's an abnormal situation... Is it abnormal to quarrel with someone?"
Another roommate nodded quickly: "Yes, he cursed very fiercely, and then he couldn't bear it for a few minutes!"
While he was talking, Xiao Zhier quickly checked the file: "No heart disease."
After a thorough examination, the doctor deftly put an oxygen mask on Qi Luran. He grabbed Qi Luran's wrist and pressed his palm against his chest: "Breathe in my rhythm. Inhale! 1, 2, 3... Exhale! 1, 2, 3..."
With the supply of oxygen and the steady command of the doctor, Qi Luran's rapid breathing gradually slowed down, and his tense body slowly relaxed a little.
Xiao Zhier could see that he was getting better. He leaned on the ladder beside him to take a breath, and then he came to his senses and asked the doctor who had just drawn Qi Luran's blood: "What's wrong with him?"
The doctor glanced at Qi Luran and said calmly, "The initial suspicion is that it is respiratory alkali poisoning, which may be caused by excessive emotional excitement."
Before Xiao Zhier could say anything, his roommate who had been watching from the side suddenly said, "Oh, I know this!"
He also knew that Qi Luran was no longer in danger, so he gestured excitedly, "Shouldn't you use that paper bag or plastic bag to cover his mouth?"
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