But before he could figure it out, the person next to him had already started breathing steadily and deeply, and had obviously fallen asleep.
Shang Shaoheng found it very interesting. After all, there were very few people who could sleep peacefully next to him.
He stared at Jiang Rong's peaceful sleeping face for several seconds, then slowly lay down, closed his eyes, and recalled the story he had heard not long ago.
So this is how children feel when they hear fairy tales before going to bed. Although Jiang Rong tells a dark version, this feeling... is not bad.
The next day, Shang Shaoheng woke up on time due to his biological clock. He turned over and saw Jiang Rong curled up in a ball, like some insecure little animal. She had kicked the quilt away by herself and was shivering from the cold in her sleep.
Shang Shaoheng: “.”
He sat up and said, "Ginger."
Jiang Rong drowsily responded, mumbling, "Don't make noise...don't make noise, let me sleep a little longer. I won't be going to training today. Please tell the teacher for me..."
Shang Shaoheng paused: "Who is your teacher?"
Jiang Rong didn't answer.
Her cheeks were flushed and there was cold sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she had a fever. Shang Shaoheng got out of bed, found an ear thermometer, and took her temperature. Sure enough, the fever was 39.6.
"Tsk." Shang Shaoheng put down the ear thermometer and patted Jiang Rong's cheek: "Get up and go see a doctor."
Jiang Rong was not fully conscious, but when she heard someone calling her to get up, she sat up. However, because she was weak all over, she staggered as soon as she got out of bed and fell into Shang Shaoheng's arms.
Shang Shaoheng caught her steadily and looked down at her: "Jiang Rong?"
Jiang Rong didn't react, probably because he was delirious due to the fever.
Shang Shaoheng reached out and pinched her cheek. It was soft and tender, and felt good, so he pinched it again. "Ginger?"
Jiang Rong still didn't respond.
Shang Shaoheng put the person back on the bed, covered him with a quilt, took out his satellite phone and called the infirmary.
Soon, a military doctor rushed over in a hurry. The poor old man, who was almost sixty years old, was exhausted and panting. When he got to the door, he knocked frantically: "I heard that someone is going to die? Where is the patient? Let me see him!"
Shang Shaoheng moved aside to let the doctor in and said, "On the bed."
The old doctor rushed to the bedside for emergency diagnosis and treatment, and finally determined that the patient had a fever.
And the fever did not reach 40 degrees Celsius or above, which is life-threatening.
He suspected that there was something wrong with his thermometer, so he took the temperature three times before he was sure that the little girl really just had a fever, and not suffered any fatal injury or sudden illness.
Old doctor: “…”
"I gave her a fever-reducing injection," the old doctor said. "It's probably because of the large temperature difference between day and night. She caught a cold last night. She should keep warm. The fever will go away in a few hours. If she still feels unwell, go to the local hospital."
Shang Shaoheng hummed, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "It shouldn't burn my brain, right?"
"..." The old doctor was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Just give her some hope. It won't damage her brain."
He gave some further instructions and then left.
After Jiang Rong fell ill, her aggressive nature subsided. She looked very adorable lying obediently in bed. Only then did she look like an ordinary 19-year-old girl.
Shang Shaoheng looked at her for a while, then got up and went to have breakfast. When he came back, someone came to inform him that they could set off.
Most of the candidates are leaving the base today. Shang Shaoheng also has something to do in Yancheng, so it would be troublesome to leave Jiang Rong here alone. After hesitating for a moment, Shang Shaoheng found a big blanket to wrap Jiang Rong and called Nie Xi to carry his luggage for him.
Nie Xi came cursing, "Shang Shaoheng, I say again, I am not your servant! What do you think of the director of the Seventh Bureau of the National Security Bureau?!"
His subsequent insults stopped abruptly when he saw the person on the bed.
Nie Xi looked at Shang Shaoheng, then at Jiang Rong, and said with a complicated expression: "Didn't I tell you before I left yesterday not to go too far? Look, the little girl can't even get up now."
Shang Shaoheng was too lazy to think about what strange things he had imagined. He picked up Jiang Rong and said concisely, "Let's go."
Nie Xi followed behind him, carrying two suitcases, with an unhappy look on his face.
The students had already gathered at the training grounds, and a special car was taking them to the airport. Shang Shaoheng drove in his own car. He put the students in the back seat and was about to sit in the passenger seat when Wu Xingyi leisurely opened the passenger door and got in, saying, "Hitch a ride."
Nie Xi sat in the driver's seat, full of resentment: "Drive."
Shang Shaoheng sighed softly and had to return to the back seat, letting Jiang Rong rest his head on his legs.
Wu Xingyi glanced at the back seat through the interior mirror and said, "Winning and losing on the battlefield is common. You killed someone just for an exam?"
Nie Xi said: "Not only that, I think he will torture the corpse. It's inhumane, inhumane!"
Wu Xingyi frowned: "I don't quite agree with your behavior."
Nie Xi shook his head. "I don't agree either. This is too much! This behavior must be condemned!"
Shang Shaoheng pushed away the hand that was trying to pull at his clothes and said coldly, "You two should know that it would take me less than a minute to kick you out of the car."
Nie Xi immediately made a zipper-zipping gesture to indicate that he would never talk nonsense again.
Wu Xingyi asked, "What happened to her?"
"I have a cold and a fever, and I'm a little confused." Shang Shaoheng pushed Jiang Rong's hand away again, frowning tightly: "Why are you so clingy when you're sick?"
"Why are you so unromantic?" Nie Xi snorted. "I see that Comrade Xiao Jiang is such a vibrant beauty, even with a fever she still has a unique charm. A normal person would hold her in his arms and comfort her carefully. But you, you wish you could throw her away for a thousand miles."
"If you hate it, why do you still carry it with you?" Wu Xingyi was puzzled.
Jiang Rong's hand came over again, and she insisted on holding one of his fingers before sleeping. Shang Shaoheng was too lazy to resist and let her hold it.
She actually looked very cute when she was sleeping. The soft flesh on her cheeks was pressed out a little, making her look younger. It was hard to associate her with the No. 99 who was scheming in the examination room.
After a long while, Shang Shaoheng calmly answered Wu Xingyi's question: "She still owes me a debt, so of course I can't just ignore her."
…
When Jiang Rong woke up, he was already on the plane.
She was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up, she met Shang Shaoheng's slightly lowered eyes.
He held a book in his hand, his bones were slender and well-proportioned, and the sunlight poured in through the airplane window, casting a soft glow on his deep facial features, like a jade tree in the wind, or a pine or cypress bathed in snow.
It took Jiang Rong a long time to realize that he was lying on Shang Shaoheng's legs.
Seeing that she was awake, Shang Shaoheng said indifferently: "How long will you stay here?"
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