Chapter 8 Fingerprint Recording

Zhou Zheng's emotions were like an erratic roller coaster, rising suddenly, falling sharply, climbing rapidly, and then plummeting sharply. His energy was repeatedly consumed, and when he calmed down, he looked like he was dying again.

Fortunately, his number was called immediately. Lu Fangchi helped Zhou Zheng into the clinic and explained his condition to the doctor: "I had a fever of 38.7 degrees at midnight yesterday. It subsided in the morning, but it has risen again now, about 40 degrees, so I came to the hospital immediately."

The doctor nodded and asked as usual: "Are you dizzy, weak in your limbs, or have a sore throat?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhou Zheng shook his head.

The doctor shone a small light on me and confirmed that there were no signs of inflammation. He turned to the computer and started typing, "What medicine did you use?"

"Two antipyretic pills, and the rest are physical cooling methods," Lu Fangchi paused and added, "I also used a barrier patch, because he had a serious pheromone leak."

"This has no effect. It is normal to have pheromone secretion when having a fever." The doctor waved his hand and continued to record.

The whole consultation process was very quick, and it was over in about five or six minutes. The next step was to do blood tests and wait for the reports.

An hour later, the blood test report came out. I showed it to the doctor and he said it was nothing serious. It was not an ordinary fever, but a fever caused by a viral infection. He prescribed a specific medicine and I could go home without even having to get an IV.

The medicine needs to be taken after meals, so Lu Fangchi ordered a bowl of health-preserving porridge for Zhou Zheng to take out, and urged him to take the medicine after he finished drinking it.

Zhou Zhengshao was in a state of confusion and had to do as he was told, like a puppet.

The special medicine was like a knockout drug. Not long after taking it, Zhou Zheng's brain began to swell. His eyes could not close and his head tilted forward a little.

Lu Fangchi was working from home. He looked up between typing on the keyboard and said, "Go to sleep if you're tired."

Zhou Zheng was startled by the sudden sound. He narrowed his eyes and looked around vigilantly. He found that the sound came from Lu Fangchi. He felt relieved and muttered, "Oh." Then he lay on the sofa on his side, kicked the blanket loose with his feet and covered himself with it.

Zhou Zheng was tall and had long legs, with most of his body hanging outside the sofa and ready to fall off at any time. Not to mention that he was sick now, and his handsome face curled up in the sofa was flushed, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth were turned down, looking very aggrieved.

"Go to bed." Lu Fangchi tapped the table with his fingers.

Zhou Zheng snorted subconsciously and just agreed without taking any action.

Lu Fangchi could only get up and walk to the sofa, reaching out and pushing his shoulder, "Zhou Zheng, go to bed."

Zhou Zheng opened his eyelids with great difficulty, his eyes were misty and out of focus, his gaze passed through the Lu Fangchi in front of him but could not see anything specific.

"Go to bed, do you hear me?" Lu Fangchi raised his hand and waved it in front of him, saying it for the third time without getting tired of it.

"I heard it," Zhou Zheng came back to his senses, nodded blankly, stood up slowly, took two steps holding the blanket, and stopped again, "The doctor said this disease is contagious."

Lu Fangchi raised his chin to show that he understood.

"Then I'll sleep on the bed, what will you do?" Zhou Zheng asked.

Lu Fangchi walked back to his computer without even looking up: "Let's just leave it to fate. If it spreads, we can't stop it."

"Then can we all sleep in beds from now on?" Zhou Zheng suddenly asked a nonsensical question, and the topic was too jumpy.

Lu Fangchi's fingers paused for a moment, then continued typing, his eyes fixed on the screen. He didn't even give Zhou Zheng a glance and uttered a soft "hmm".

Lu Fangchi was awakened by a fragrance. He lazily opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window. It was already dark and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

The young man lifted his blanket and slowly sat up from the sofa. Before he could completely relax, a voice came from behind him: "Are you awake? It's time for dinner."

Lu Fangchi turned around and saw Zhou Zhengzheng, wearing an apron, bringing dishes to the table.

He looked refreshed, his face no longer showing the sickly flush, his eyes were bright and he was full of energy, totally different from the listless state he had been in at noon.

"Are you okay?" Lu Fangchi was amazed at Zhou Zheng's recovery ability. It had only been a few hours.

"It should be," Zhou Zheng said as he walked in front of Lu Fangchi, lowered his head and motioned for him to touch it, "Prescribe the right medicine for the disease, and it will heal quickly."

Lu Fangchi raised the back of his hand and touched his forehead. The heat was gone.

Okay, I am still young and my metabolism is good.

"Eat, I made your favorite pork rib soup. You didn't eat much at noon, are you hungry?" Zhou Zheng asked.

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. As soon as he lifted his stomach, it moved. He was hungry. Lu Fangchi nodded and agreed, "A little bit."

The ribs were tender and delicious, with the fragrance of corn lingering between the teeth. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression showing satisfaction.

Compared to the bland porridge at noon, this is simply a delicacy. It turns out that people will be spoiled by habits.

It was a bit embarrassing to let a person who had just recovered from a minor illness do the work. Lu Fangchi was about to clean up the mess and put the dishes into the dishwasher, but he didn't expect that the moment Zhou Zheng saw him put down his chopsticks, he naturally stacked the dishes together and took them to the kitchen. In the gap between the dishwasher's operations, he wiped the quartz countertop again and again, and finally cleaned up the kitchen and living room garbage and prepared to go out.

"I'm going to throw away the garbage." Zhou Zheng walked towards the door with two bags of garbage in his hands.

Lu Fangchi raised his foot: "Together."

Zhou Zheng's eyes were filled with surprise and he stopped and waited for Lu Fangchi.

Half a minute later, Lu Fangchi called Zhou Zheng and said, "Wait a minute."

Zhou Zheng turned around with some confusion, and saw the young man stretched out his hand to click the password, and called up the page settings for entering fingerprints: "It was my negligence before. I'll record your fingerprint today for your convenience in the future. If you have nothing to do, you can go out for some fresh air and exercise. It's not good to stay at home all the time."

Zhou Zheng's gaze fell on the slender white hair exposed at the back of Lu Fangchi's neck. His left hand, which was not holding the garbage, rubbed his trouser leg and felt inexplicably itchy.

The alpha raised his hands, grabbed them, and then quickly withdrew his hands and hid them behind his back when the young man turned his head.

Lu Fangchi didn't notice Zhou Zheng's little move, and just urged: "Record fingerprints."

Zhou Zheng: “Oh.”

As the electronic sound of "input successful" sounded, I finally put my mind at ease.

Unlike summer, when people don’t go out for walks in the evening, winter is deserted in the neighborhood at eight o’clock. The wind is howling, and everyone goes back to bed early.

On the way back from throwing away the garbage, I passed by the entertainment venue, which was empty at the time.

Seeing that he was about to pass by and the people around him didn't react, Lu Fangchi couldn't help but ask, "There's no one here, are you going to go out?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned by the question raised by the young man out of the blue. He followed the other person's line of sight and looked at the ground. The moment his eyes touched the swing, some memories came flooding back as if a hole had been opened.

Images such as "experience the feeling of flying" and "puppy" flooded into his mind. The embarrassing and stupid look was vivid in his mind, and Zhou Zheng was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Alpha was about to burst, hating himself for being so confused that any words could come out.

"No, it's cold." Zhou Zheng made an excuse.

Lu Fangchi had no idea about his mental state, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. It was indeed a bit cold.

The young man nodded and said, "Let's go back."

They were in silence all the way back. Lu Fangchi felt that Zhou Zheng was too quiet at the moment, but he didn't think much about it.

Zhou Zheng is engaging in internal conflicts like crazy in this quiet atmosphere. Ahhhh, so embarrassing!

What would Lu Fangchi think of himself? !

How to save face and restore image! !

After hesitating for three times, Zhou Zheng chose to face the embarrassment head-on and took the initiative to resolve it with a joking tone: "Do you think it's still possible to go to the amusement park after I recover from my illness?"

Of course, it was not counted. Under the circumstances at that time, Lu Fangchi's promise was just to comfort and coax the patient.

Zhou Zheng understood, he knew, it was impossible to take it seriously.

Lu Fangchi's reaction was unexpected. He said seriously, "When do you want to go?"

Huh? Zhou Zheng blinked his eyes, feeling that happiness came so suddenly that he was dizzy.

Then my brain raced and I tried to ask, "Tomorrow?"

Lu Fangchi nodded, took out his phone, opened the backlog and looked at the work schedule. After half a minute, he came to the conclusion: "Okay."

【Author’s words】

Begging for a starfish