Feel sorry
Song Yu thought about it and called him. The ring continued to ring for a long time without any sign of being picked up, as if the owner of the phone fell asleep after sending that message.
The phone was hung up. Song Yu was afraid that he would pass out at home alone, so he quickly called a second time. Fortunately, the second call was answered quickly.
"Hello?" A man's low voice sounded on the phone, and it sounded very hoarse. Song Yu even felt that the electric current was rubbing her ears.
"Are you sick?" Song Yu said, "Or let's cancel tomorrow."
The voice on the other end suddenly became very far away. Song Yu heard the sound of water and then the crisp sound of a glass being placed on the table. "Well, it's okay. I've already taken the medicine."
"Is there something you want to talk about?" Xu Qiao seemed to be taking medicine, and his voice was a little unclear.
Song Yu was immediately stumped by the question. She had just heard Li Yu talking and hurriedly made the call without thinking of an excuse for making the call. She was silent for a long time before she managed to say, "...Your calligraphy is still with me."
"I was thinking about when it would be convenient for you to return it. I've already put it on a new piece of paper."
"No need." Song Yu heard Xu Qiao chuckle over there, "Didn't I say I gave it to you?"
"Ah..." Song Yu had no choice but to say, "Then I'm fine."
"See you tomorrow then, bye."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu kicked a stone on the roadside. We are all adults, so who wouldn't know to take medicine when we are sick? I should have known not to make this call.
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" Lan Lin was very curious. In the short call of less than a minute, Song Yu's expression changed so wonderfully that she forgot to record it.
"No one." Song Yu was very vague. "Just my sister's tutor. I heard he was sick and wanted to say hello."
"So even when a tutor is sick, parents still need to pay their respects." Lan Lin nodded seriously, "I've learned that."
Song Yu said she was too lazy to tell Lan Lin.
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The next day, Song Yu set an alarm clock very early, got up like a ghost to wash, went out and brought himself a cup of coffee, and sent a message to Xu Qiao asking him if he wanted one. Xu Qiao didn't reply, so Song Yu thought about it and brought a cup of the same one as himself.
She thought that when she arrived at the classroom, Xu Qiao must have already started preparing in the classroom, but the classroom was empty. Song Yu found a seat in the first row and took out her cell phone, thinking about whether to send a message to Xu Qiao to tell him that she had arrived, but she was afraid that Xu Qiao would think she was urging him, so she hesitated for a while and didn't send the message.
It's still early now, so it doesn't matter if she waits a little longer.
But he waited for half an hour. Song Yu stood up, picked up his things and walked out. No one answered the phone calls he made. Could something have happened?
She remembered that Xu Qiao also lived off campus. After searching in the class group, she finally found the information that the teacher had asked her to upload, which contained the home address of each student.
It was almost time for the scheduled class, so Song Yu sent a message to Yaya explaining the situation and asking her not to wait any longer. He then took a taxi to the home address he found in the group.
The address was not far from the school, so Song Yu arrived there quickly. He wandered around the community like a headless fly for a long time before finally finding the gate of Xu Qiao's house.
She stood at the door and rang the doorbell without thinking. As expected, no one answered, so she knocked on the door. She knocked for a long time, and just as she lowered her head to think about whether to ask the property management to pry the door open, the door finally opened.
Song Yu suddenly raised his head and saw the man standing in the door. He was wearing simple gray pajamas, with red eyes, dry lips, and a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked like he was burned silly, but he was so anxious that he choked violently when he opened his mouth, "..Sorry...cough cough cough...my alarm clock...cough cough...didn't go off..."
Originally, Song Yu was a little angry, but now seeing Xu Qiao's sickly appearance, she was speechless. She looked down and saw that the man opened the door in a hurry without even wearing shoes.
Stopping Xu Qiao who was about to speak, Song Yu went into the room and closed the door. The wind was blowing outside. "Alright, go put on your shoes. I'll take you to the hospital. You have such a high fever that your breath is burning."
Xu Qiao looked really weak. His steps were unsteady as he walked towards the room. Song Yu was afraid that he would collapse in the next second. Seeing that the door was about to close, Song Yu was afraid that he would go back to the room and she would not be able to see his condition, so she walked over and pressed the door.
"......" Xu Qiao turned around and looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu said calmly, "I was afraid you would fall down in the room alone."
Xu Qiao turned back, then turned back again after a while, and said softly with a hoarse and somewhat helpless voice, "Do you want to watch me change clothes too?"
"......" Song Yu turned his head and said, "Then hurry up."
In order to avoid seeing anything she shouldn't see, Song Yu sat on the sofa the whole time after coming out. No matter what noise came behind her, she sat there in a daze and didn't dare to look back.
There were several books on the coffee table, most of which were high school textbooks. Song Yu took one and flipped through it. They were not new, and there were a lot of notes on each page, probably those used by Xu Qiao himself in high school.
One of the colorful books caught her attention. The upper half of the cover was red with two hands extending upwards, and the lower half was white with the name of the book written on it: "National Common Sign Language Dictionary."
The first few dozen pages of this book were not particularly new. It was obvious that the owner read it frequently. Someone approached from behind, and Song Yu turned around and asked, "Do you usually cook for yourself behind my back?"
After washing up and changing his clothes, Xu Qiao came out with a white mask on his face. He paused after hearing this and said, "I... want to review it after I get back."
"It's a good thing to learn more." Song Yu glanced at him, then stood up. "Then let's go."
A similar white mask was handed to her, and Xu Qiao said in a muffled voice, "To prevent infection."
Contagion, who else can infect me except you? Having said that, Song Yu still put on the mask obediently.
When getting off the elevator, the figures of two people were reflected on the car body, with the same white masks on their faces. Anyone could still tell that the two people came out of the same house.
After arriving at the hospital and receiving the blood test results, the doctor wrote me a prescription to go to the observation room for an IV drip. There were quite a few people in the observation room, including a mother with her child getting an IV drip.
The two of them sat at the back of the observation room. The nurse came to give Xu Qiao an IV drip. During the whole process, Xu Qiao said nothing, causing Song Yu to think that he had become mute due to the fever. "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Xu Qiao nodded with a gloomy look. Song Yu knew that he was uncomfortable and did not speak to him anymore. This position was just right for him to lean back, so Xu Qiao leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes to rest.
The doctor prescribed three bottles of water. Song Yu estimated that it would take a long time. Anyway, she had nothing to do on Saturday, so she just took it as a way to kill time.
"Mom, my hands are so cold." There was a child sitting opposite them, also receiving an IV drip. He looked very young, probably only 6 or 7 years old, with a wrinkled face and a red nose as if he had just cried.
Her mother was already worried about the child, so she covered the IV tube with her hand and tried to warm the cold liquid with her body temperature. Now the child was still crying out for cold, so it probably wouldn't be of much use. Song Yu saw the child's mother leave for a short while, and when she came back she was holding a pack of hot packs in her hand. She warmed it up and put it on the child's forearm through her clothes.
"Is it still cold now?"
"A little better." The child looked around with his eyes open, then pointed at Xu Qiao curiously, "Mom, do you think that big brother is cold?"
Children are always careless and don't know that this behavior is a bit offensive in the adult world. Her mother held her hand down and said, "Xiaohua, you can't point at others like that. It's impolite."
"Brother, you're an adult, very strong, so you're definitely not cold." The woman said with a smile, "You're a child, you can't compare to an adult, that's why you feel cold hands."
"But my brother is so strong, why is he still getting injections like me?"
A beautiful sister with a fragrant scent suddenly came over and said, "Of course it's because my brother is sick and has become a child."
"Really?" The child looked worriedly at the handsome brother sitting in the corner with his eyes closed. "Then if my brother becomes a child, will he feel the same pain as me and his hands be as cold?"
"Yes, little darling, big brother is feeling bad too. He almost didn't get out of bed this morning." Song Yu teased the child with a smile on her face. "So, little darling, listen to your mother, eat well and sleep well, so you won't get sick."
"Yeah!" The child nodded vigorously, his round face full of determination. "Being sick is so uncomfortable. I don't want to be sick again."
The mother sitting next to her took advantage of the situation and said, "Then you should listen to your mother and eat more vegetables, okay? The beautiful sisters are watching us here."
The child looked hesitant and embarrassed, but because of his own pride, he had no choice but to agree to his mother's "rude" request.
Song Yu then stood up and politely asked the woman next to him, "Hello, I saw you holding a heat pad just now. Where did you buy it? I just went out for a look and didn't see it."
"Oh, I didn't buy this here. I took it from my car." The woman was very enthusiastic. "It's okay. We don't need it here anyway. I'll give it to you."
Song Yu quickly evaded the question, "No, no, I just want one. Thank you."
"It's okay, it's just a hot pack."
Song Yu said goodbye to the mother and daughter, walked back and sat down, unpacked the hot pack, and waited until the temperature it emitted was just right to hold in his hand before slowly putting it into Xu Qiao's hand.
She knew Xu Qiao was asleep, so she was extremely careful when inserting the medicine, and observed carefully while inserting it to prevent herself from waking him up by mistake.
The hand where Xu Qiao was hanging the IV drip was as cold as if it had just been taken out of the cold storage. Song Yu was glad that he had asked the mother and daughter for a hot pack, and at the same time he admired Xu Qiao for being able to fall asleep like that. He wondered if it was because he was too cold to feel anything.
She was complaining in her heart without stopping putting the hot pack in her hand, when suddenly a cold hand came over and grabbed her hand. Song Yu's heart skipped a beat. She kept looking up in this posture, but was caught off guard and met the man's half-open dark eyes.
Xu Qiao looked down at her, his eyes filled with unclear emotions, his voice slightly hoarse, "...What are you doing?"
"...Your hands are too cold. I found a hot pack for you." Song Yu explained while gently trying to get rid of his hands.
"Yeah." She felt Xu Qiao's grip on her loosen slightly, and then he turned his head and closed his eyes tiredly, "Sorry."
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