Du Peiran thought for a moment and said, "It started last Friday night. I felt extremely cold, and even five or six blankets didn't help."
"Do you remember the exact time?" Ye Qingqing asked.
“It’s not even nine o’clock yet.” Du Peiran said with certainty, “Because I have a date with someone to play StarCraft at nine o’clock tonight, and when I was feeling down, I was thinking that I shouldn’t be delayed in playing the game, so I specifically checked the time.”
Du Peiran was the only student in the class with a computer, and it was a high-spec 486. He was also a game addict, spending every day engrossed in StarCraft, and even skipping classes for it.
Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. When she went to the boys' dormitory on Friday, it was around five o'clock. At that time, Du Peiran looked energetic and had no discomfort. But less than four hours later, he became seriously ill, which was really unbelievable.
Did you notice anything unusual before?
"No, I'm perfectly fine..."
Du Peiran shook his head, but he quickly denied it, "No... I had several bouts of malaria during dinner, but I was fine afterward."
He joked at the time that someone missed him, but now that I think about it, it was probably a sign that he was about to fall ill.
Thinking about his narrow escape from death, Du Pei felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He made up his mind to be pure of heart and desireless in the future and to be a good young man who embodies the five virtues and four good qualities.
"What time is dinner?" Ye Qingqing was touched.
"It was not long after you left." Du Peiran scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Ye Qingqing had seen him punish Hua Xiaolou that day, and now that he thought about it, he was indeed wrong. He should apologize to Hua Xiaolou after he was discharged from the hospital.
Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't be sure yet.
Mrs. Du, who was standing nearby, sensed something was wrong and asked, "Is there something strange about my Peiran's illness?"
Du's mother had always been puzzled. Her son had rarely even caught a cold since he was a child, and his body was stronger than a calf. How could he suddenly get such a serious illness?
She still can't believe it, but the facts are undeniable, and she has no choice but to accept them.
But after hearing Ye Qingqing's question, the shrewd Mrs. Du began to have doubts again, and even started to speculate about a conspiracy...
"It's hard to say now. Extend your hand so I can take your pulse," Ye Qingqing said.
Du Peiran obediently extended his hand, not daring to delay for even a second.
His pulse was strong and powerful, completely different from the weak pulse a few days ago. Ye Qingqing couldn't help but frown. Du Peiran's recovery speed was too fast. With the degree of kidney failure he had that day, an ordinary person would be left with serious sequelae even if they were saved, but Du Peiran had nothing at all.
Even the symptoms of kidney depletion have disappeared. Only one week has passed since Du Peiran fell ill.
"How is my Peiran? Is he better yet? Dr. Chang said today that he can be discharged!" Du's mother asked anxiously.
Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat again, but she remained calm and smiled slightly, "I've recovered, no problem."
Only then did Mrs. Du feel relieved and beam with joy.
Ye Qingqing said goodbye to the mother and son, but instead of going home, she went to find Dr. Chang. She wanted to ask about the test results. Du Peiran's illness was too strange; it came and went in a hurry.
In the hospital room, Du's mother was lecturing her son, "This Miss Ye is quite good, both beautiful and capable. If you can marry her, your mother and father will be overjoyed."
Du Peiran was startled and shook his head vigorously. He was now completely indifferent to Ye Qingqing.
"Do you think your son is good enough for someone like me? Mom, don't get any ideas!" Du Peiran gave his mother a heads-up early on to prevent her from having any unrealistic fantasies.
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