Chapter 22 Fever
When he opened the door, his room was plunged into darkness. The air conditioner still had plenty of residual heat at 16 degrees Celsius, and the dark curtains blocked out all the light from outside, not a single ray of light coming through.
Cen Nian turned on the light and she didn't look around. There was a pleasant smell in Jin Siyang's room, the smell of grass and citrus, similar to the smell on his body.
There was a thin bulge on the bed. Cen Nian walked towards Jin Siyang's bed, but her foot was tripped by something on the ground. She twisted her ankle and fell straight to his bed.
“…” Cen Nian was prepared to be scolded, but Jin Siyang seemed not to be awake?
Are you sleeping so soundly?
The bedside lamp fell to the ground. Cen Nian picked up the lamp and put it in the bedside table. When he turned to leave, he heard a heavy sigh.
She froze in place, followed by a slight groan of pain.
"Jin Siyang?" Cen Nian squatted beside the bed and called his name softly. The person on the bed still didn't respond. She asked again: "Are you feeling unwell?"
After pondering for a while, she gently stroked his forehead.
So hot!
He has a fever! It feels quite high!
Cen Nian was a little anxious: "Jin Siyang, you have a fever!"
She didn't have time to say anything and ran downstairs with the light on. There were many medicines at home, as Aunt Liu had told her. She finally found the big medicine box in the dark and ran upstairs. She wasn't paying attention and fell with a heavy thud.
Cen Nian had no time to take care of anything for the moment, so he ran back to Jin Siyang's room, took out the thermometer and took his temperature. It showed: 39.2℃.
"Thirty-nine.2 degrees. You'll get burned to death if you don't take care of it!" Cen Nian said anxiously. She tried to help him up, but her small body was no match for Jin Siyang's height of 186cm.
Cen Nian took out the alcohol and tried the alcohol cooling method. She lifted the quilt on Jin Siyang, prepared herself mentally for a few seconds, and lifted his T-shirt. When her fingertips touched his warm abdomen, if there was a light at this time, one could see her blushing face and her anxious eyes.
Cen Nian wiped it gently, trying not to touch any place. Cen Nian wiped Jin Siyang's arm, and suddenly felt a warmth on his wrist.
Jin Siyang tightly grasped her wrist: "What are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible, but Cen Nian was still startled. She hurriedly said, "You have a fever, 39.2 degrees. I heard from others that high fever can be treated by wiping with alcohol and it will be cured immediately." The last few words sounded a bit coaxing.
Jin Siyang said groggily: "No alcohol."
"What?"
“It smells terrible.”
"???" Cen Nian was furious: "It's already this late, and you have a high fever now."
Normally, Cen Nian wouldn't even dare to speak loudly to him, but at this moment, she couldn't care less. After struggling for a while, she said, "It's almost done. I'll go get the ice pack. Wait for me."
Jin Siyang usually doesn't talk much, and at this moment he didn't have the energy to speak. He opened his eyes hazily and asked, "Why don't you turn on the light?"
"The power is out. Please wait for a moment. Don't be afraid!"
“…”
Although Jin Siyang didn't say anything, Cen Nian seemed to sense his speechlessness.
She took a few breaths and walked towards the empty darkness downstairs again.
Cen Nian has a habit. The more scared she is, the more she wants an extremely quiet environment, because in this way she can hear the movements around her and prepare other responses.
Compared to the darkness of a small space, a large space seems more terrifying.
She put aside the strange thoughts in her mind, took out several ice packs in one breath, dug out a thermos, and poured a whole bottle of hot water.
When they returned to the room, Cen Nian patted his shoulder and said, "Don't sleep. Take the medicine first."
Jin Siyang struggled for a few seconds and slowly stood up. She handed him the medicine and a cup of warm water. Jin Siyang felt dizzy. He tilted his head back, swallowed the medicine in his hand, and then lay back on the bed.
Cen Nian put some ice packs on him. There was a fire burning inside his body, and the pain was relieved a lot after applying the ice.
After a long time, until it was late at night and the sound of insects gradually became quieter, Cen Nian finally couldn't hold on any longer after supporting his head and fell asleep beside his bed.
The dark gray curtains in Jin Siyang's room were very dense, and the sunlight could not penetrate through them, but some light was still reflected on the curtains.
He was woken up by the heat. Jin Siyang opened his eyes and saw a thin layer of sweat on his neck and back. He fumbled for the air conditioner remote control and pressed it twice but there was no response.
The dizziness symptoms have improved a lot, not as painful as last night. Jin Siyang stood up, his eyes fell on the figure beside the bed, and his hand that was pulling the quilt stopped in place.
His mind went blank for a moment, and he thought of what happened last night. His hands moved unnaturally as he pulled the quilt.
The events of last night flashed back in his mind, like a dream, and he could hardly tell reality from reality.
"Jin Siyang!"
"The power is out."
"You have a fever."
The soft and clear voice lingered in his mind, and the faint smell of alcohol on his arm kept reminding him that he had held that soft, boneless wrist last night, a wrist that he could wrap with one hand.
Jin Siyang cursed, which was rare for him: "Fuck."
Cen Nian was sleeping soundly. Jin Siyang called her twice but she didn't respond. This was the second time he experienced her ability to sleep. She really couldn't be woken up.
He moved very quietly, walked downstairs in slippers, opened the door and went around to the electrical room on the side of the villa. It turned out to be the cause of the power outage.
After finishing, he returned to the room and turned on the air conditioner with a beep. Next to the bed was a large medicine box and melted ice packs.
Aunt Liu was used to keeping the medicine box in the storage room on the first floor. Even though she was so afraid of ghosts, she actually went downstairs to get the medicine box for him, applied ice and fed him medicine.
His mind flashed back to Cen Nian's muttering, "39.2 degrees. If you don't take it seriously, you'll burn yourself out. With such a good brain, are you willing to burn yourself out?"
Jin Siyang held his waist with his hands, standing next to Cen Nian and looking down at her. He felt inexplicably irritated and a little depressed.
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Cen Nian changed his sleeping position, but he didn't sit steadily and fell to the ground. He banged his head and woke up completely.
She opened her eyes slightly, looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, and fell into deep thought.
After a long pause, Cen Nian sat up, covered with a small quilt. She stood up in shock, her mind like a pool of paste as she slowly looked around Jin Siyang's room.
His room is clean, simple but with a strong sense of design.
There was a big bed and a large storage cabinet against the wall. Through the transparent glass door, she could clearly see various books, various competition awards, some action figures, robot Lego models and toys that she couldn't understand.
On the desk are books, a cup of water, and a fully equipped computer.
There was also a dark grey lazy sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room. Cen Nian could imagine Jin Siyang slumped there reading a book or playing games.
His room is very big and has a lot of things in it, but it is kept very organized, clean and tidy.
Aunt Liu said that Jin Siyang didn't like others entering his room, including cleaning the room, which he did by himself. At this moment, she was standing in Jin Siyang's room, looking at the room he had cleaned himself, with his clothes hanging on the chair. The place was full of the breath and traces of his life. Cen Nian's heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
The air conditioner was blasting, and Cen Nian looked up at the temperature. It was 24 degrees Celsius. A call?!
But, where is Jin Siyang?
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