Chapter 19 The Young Lady in a Wheelchair 19: Let's check it out.
A slight tingling sensation on the hand jolted the groggy person awake; something was quickly pulled away from the back of the hand.
The room was quiet, so the hushed conversations were quite noticeable.
"...I got some medicine, and I'll be fine after a few days of rest. I just checked my temperature, and it's gone down."
Someone replied, "Okay, I'll make sure she remembers to take her medicine."
The figure in white standing by the bed left, and the faint smell of disinfectant faded away.
Cheng Zhishu's vision gradually cleared from a hazy state, staring at the luxuriously decorated ceiling, still not realizing what was happening.
She remembered that she got up as usual this morning, got ready for school, and then bumped into Xi Congshuang at the door. Xi Congshuang woke up very early today and even talked to her.
And then... I forgot.
I forgot what I answered, and I forgot how I got back to bed.
Cheng Zhishu caught a glimpse of the bright sky behind the curtains, her heart skipped a beat, and only one thought flashed through her mind: "Oh no, I'm late!"
Hearing the sound of wheels being pushed, Cheng Zhishu subconsciously assumed it was Xiao Liu pushing a food cart past: "Sister Xiao Liu, what time is it now?"
"11 a.m., what's wrong?"
Cheng Zhishu was taken aback. This wasn't Sister Liu's voice. She turned her head to look.
At the door, a young woman in a white sleeveless dress turned around. Her long hair reached her waist, and her fair hands pushed the wheelchair lever. A beauty mark under her eye became more and more obvious as the distance between them closed.
Xi Congshuang looked gently at Cheng Zhishu, who was sitting up in bed: "You're awake? How are you? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
"It's alright." Cheng Zhishu vaguely remembered that she had fainted this morning, and she didn't expect that when she closed her eyes she would open them again it would be eleven o'clock.
She missed all her classes that morning, but it's still early, so it shouldn't be too difficult for her to get back to class.
Once she had this thought, she felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn't sit still any longer.
I don't even know when the rain outside stopped, and the sky was bright.
Xi Congshuang: "Dr. Qi just removed your needle, and I pressed on it for a while. The bleeding has stopped."
Cheng Zhishu followed her gaze to the back of her hand, where there was a bloodstain. She then vaguely remembered why she had been so cold while sleeping; it turned out to be the pot from the IV drip.
Without thinking too much, she grabbed the blanket, threw it off, and got out of bed, only to be stopped by Xi Congshuang: "What are you going to do?"
Without hesitation, Cheng Zhishu said, "It's eleven o'clock now, there's still time. I'll go to my afternoon class."
I don't know if I'll be marked absent. I've only been to this school recently and I'm already skipping classes. I hope I don't leave a bad impression on the teachers.
Xi Congshuang: "Your fever has just subsided, and I've already asked for a day off for you, and the teacher has agreed."
Did you ask for leave?
Cheng Zhishu was a little lost: "But... I have my monthly exam next week, I can't fall behind."
Taking sick leave is a very common thing. Only her biological parents would think it's wrong. She did what an ordinary person would do. Why did Cheng Zhishu look so embarrassed?
Xi Congshuang didn't understand. She remembered that when she was in school, her classmates would hope to take a day or two off by being sick so that they could take a break from their heavy studies and catch their breath.
So Xi Congshuang asked, "Why don't you want to take a day off? It's just an exam, it's not important."
Cheng Zhishu: "But this is my first exam since transferring schools... I don't want to disappoint you..."
“…” Xi Congshuang said, “It’s okay. Actually, I don’t need you to do anything. As long as you are happy, that’s all that matters.”
Also, reduce the Honkai value so I can complete my mission sooner and move on to the next world.
The smile on Xi Congshuang's lips deepened, and she heard herself say, "I won't be disappointed in you over such a small thing."
Cheng Zhishu's breath hitched, and she suddenly looked down at the traces left on the back of her hand after the IV drip. Her ears, hidden in her hair, gradually turned red.
If Cheng Zhishu had a mirror, she would definitely see her awkward face as she tried to suppress her emotions, but she was happy.
She was happy as long as she didn't disappoint Xi Congshuang.
As soon as the words were spoken, the unique voice of Red Apple rang in my ears, the rigid electronic tone sounding unexpectedly more alluring.
"Congratulations, you've finally grasped the true meaning of completing the mission. Honkai Value -10."
"Current Honkai value: 24."
Xi Congshuang was taken aback, her perfectly curved, gentle smile freezing on her face before she quickly composed herself.
A red apple flew around her: "It dropped so much all at once. If it drops another fourteen points, it will be within the standard range. You're really something."
The system had already conducted an investigation before the host arrived, and it was found that the host was an elite. It was unexpected that the host was so elite.
Cheng Zhishu, still lying on the bed, kept her head down in embarrassment, her hair pointing towards her, completely unaware that she was exposing her weakness to someone else.
Xi Congshuang interrupted her deep thoughts: "You haven't eaten anything all morning, are you hungry? I'll have Xiao Liu bring you something to eat, and remember to take your medicine after you eat."
After saying that, she turned her wheelchair around and went out.
Cheng Zhishu belatedly responded with an "okay".
As soon as the door closed, Cheng Zhishu buried herself under the covers, creating a bulge in the middle of the bed. She wriggled around for a moment, looking embarrassed.
Cheng Zhishu rarely did this, because it was so unlike her. Besides, she used to live in a sunroom on a balcony that was cold in winter and hot in summer. Any movement on the bed would make a hard, obvious creaking sound, which her adoptive parents would complain about because it disturbed her younger brother's studies.
Before this, the balcony was used as a storage room. Later, when Cheng Zhishu came from the countryside, it became her room.
This bed, however, is different. It's large and soft, and no matter how much you roll around, the Simmons mattress will embrace your body without making any noise or drawing any scolding.
When Xiao Liu pushed the food cart in, she saw the constantly wriggling bulge on the bed and was startled: "Xiao Shu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again? Miss, Xiao Shu—"
The gu pupa froze in its blanket, then a messy head with a flushed face popped out: "I'm fine. Don't call Sister Shuang over, she just left."
Xiao Liu nodded, "It's time for Miss to rest. She's been watching you all morning. When the doctor was giving you an IV, you kept complaining of the cold and trying to tuck your hands under the covers. Miss had no choice but to hold your hands herself to keep you from moving around."
"She was sitting right next to your bed at the time. When you were sweating, it was the young lady who wiped you down. You wouldn't let any of us touch you, so she had to do it herself. I've never seen her do anything to anyone else..."
Cheng Zhishu: "..."
All morning, he was holding her hand and wiping away sweat.
Wiping sweat?
The pampered young lady, who never lifts a finger, wiped her sweat. Cheng Zhishu, oh Cheng Zhishu, you've really made something of yourself.
Cheng Zhishu couldn't bear to listen to what was going on. With her head practically steaming, she quickly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom: "I...I think I'm sweating. I feel so uncomfortable. I'm going to wash my face!"
Xiao Liu turned around and called out, "You've just recovered from your illness, don't wash your face with cold water."
Cheng Zhishu gave a random reply: "Mmm-hmm."
"And I hadn't even finished speaking when you started crying, and no one could comfort you." Xiao Liu muttered as she set out the food, and casually opened the French windows to let in some fresh air.
"You're still young. If you're sick, a good night's sleep will do the trick. But if it were a prostitute today, it would be a real problem."
The bathroom door was closed, and the person inside couldn't hear Xiao Liu's mutterings. They hurriedly pulled off a washcloth to wash their face.
Cheng Zhishu was devastated when she saw herself in the mirror. Who was that person in the mirror, sleeping in a mess, with disheveled hair and red, swollen eyes?
On the verge of collapse, Cheng Zhishu raised her hand to touch her eyelids, which were red, swollen, and hot, and her eyes were also dry. It was as if she had taken advantage of her body's inattention while sleeping to go outside and perform a scene of Meng Jiangnu crying all the way to the Great Wall, and cried all her tears out.
My eyelids are so swollen they're unrecognizable.
Cheng Zhishu turned on the tap and wet a towel to wash her face.
Then rinse your eyes with water again, tilt your chin up, fold a towel and apply it to your eyes to reduce swelling.
Cheng Zhishu actually has delicate and three-dimensional features, with deep eyebrow and eye contours and thin eyelids. When she lifts her bangs, the color of her brown eyes becomes more obvious, and she always looks indifferent when she has no expression.
After removing the towel from her eyes, Cheng Zhishu brought her face close to the mirror and stared at her own eyes for a moment. She was startled by the emotions in her eyes and couldn't understand why her eyes, despite being sick, were filled with laughter.
If you can't figure it out, then you'll miss the opportunity and never look back.
I used to be criticized for the color of my eyes. When I was expressionless, I looked like I had a sour face. I was often scolded for giving people attitude. I didn't owe them anything.
Only after getting her hair done did Cheng Zhishu agree to go out.
She had no image left, but she still wanted to make a last-ditch effort to salvage the situation.
She also has to take care of herself, even though she is already a patient. She's really getting worse as she gets older.
"Your fever has just subsided, don't wash your face with cold water. I can tell you didn't listen, your face is all white."
Xiao Liu's nagging voice could be heard from across the balcony.
On the other side of the glass railing, Xi Congshuang was staring at a computer screen at an iron table, with a teacup next to her laptop, steaming gently.
Xi Congshuang stopped typing and looked out at the lush treetops on the balcony.
Cheng Zhishu's excuses rang out, but she still sounded so guilty: "I didn't, I'm naturally fair-skinned."
Xiao Liu: "Then come here, I can touch your face and tell whether you just washed your face with cold or hot water."
After a brief silence.
Xiao Liu then said, "Why are you hiding when I'm taking your temperature? And you're saying you weren't being lazy by washing your face with cold water?"
Cheng Zhishu's stiff laugh rang out: "Sister Liu, this pork rib congee is really delicious. It's definitely your cooking."
Xiao Liu didn't realize Cheng Zhishu's intention to change the subject, and was easily distracted: "Of course, remember to take your medicine after dinner. You're still young, but you can't take advantage of your good health and do whatever you want..."
On the other balcony, Xi Congshuang listened quietly, thinking that Xiao Liu wouldn't stop until she had said enough.
Perhaps it's due to her profession, but Xiao Liu is a worrier. She worries about her parents at home and her employers outside, and she can't stop nagging once she starts talking about it.
Faced with Xi Congshuang, who was the number one person who refused to seek medical help, Xiao Liu's advice had nowhere to go, and he did whatever the young lady said.
Whether before or after the car accident, no one dared to act recklessly in front of the young lady.
When facing Cheng Zhishu, who was even younger, all the deep-seated concern in his heart was brought out, and he poured all his love and care onto Cheng Zhishu.
After finally persuading the people to leave, Cheng Zhishu finished her meal and went out onto the balcony to get some fresh air.
She didn't have to go to school, and it wasn't the weekend, so she didn't know what to do.
Wearing her familiar school uniform, muscle memory made her subconsciously reach into the large pocket of her uniform to find a small vocabulary book so she could quickly memorize a few more words.
Then she spotted Xi Congshuang on the other side of the balcony.
Cheng Zhishu: "Sister Shuang, why are you here all alone?"
As she spoke, she walked toward the glass railing.
The two sides were separated by a glass railing, which Cheng Zhishu could easily climb over by standing on tiptoe.
Xi Congshuang took her hands off the keyboard and placed them on her lap: "How are you feeling? Are you still uncomfortable?"
Cheng Zhishu's gaze was inexplicably drawn to Xi Congshuang's hand, watching as that slender and delicate hand landed on the hem of her skirt.
"..."
The words Xiao Liu had just said flashed through my mind so suddenly: wiping sweat, not letting them leave, guarding them all morning...
She was called out by Xi Congshuang again and then came to her senses. She replied, "I feel much better."
Xi Congshuang carefully examined her complexion and wheeled herself closer, asking, "Really? Why is your face red again? Do you have a fever again? Are you feeling dizzy?"
"It's red?" Cheng Zhishu raised her hand to touch her forehead, but she didn't feel anything. "I can't feel it."
Xi Congshuang: "I remember Dr. Qi left the thermometer gun behind before he left. It was in the second drawer next to your room door. You took it to check your temperature."
Holding onto the edge of the handrail with both hands, Cheng Zhishu bent down, her eyelids slightly red and drooping, and approached Xi Congshuang: "Can you touch it to check?"
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Since you've said that, I won't be polite anymore. [cat emoji] Come on, Snowflake, let me pet your head.
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