Chapter 17 The Young Lady in the Wheelchair 17: Take a Deep Breath, Young Lady
Xi Congshuang raised her hand and touched her forehead, feeling the burning heat in her palm.
I have a fever.
Xiao Liu was still worried about Xi Congshuang's legs, so he hurriedly went forward to pull Cheng Zhishu. He thought to himself that Cheng Zhishu was a very sensible child, so why was she sitting on the young lady's lap so early in the morning?
You should know that the thing a young lady hates most is having her legs lifted or touched.
"Xiao Shu, you can't sit here, get up quickly." Xiao Liu reached out to pull the arm of the person in Xi Congshuang's arms. She was anxious and used a little too much force.
Cheng Zhishu, belatedly realizing that her whole body ached, frowned and groaned a few times, refusing to move.
Xi Congshuang held down Xiao Liu's hand: "Don't pull her, Zhi Shu has a fever."
Xiao Liu exclaimed in surprise, "You have a fever? No wonder."
She loosened her grip on Cheng Zhishu's hand, and the fair arm fell back onto Xi Congshuang's knees.
Seemingly feeling a bit cold, Cheng Zhishu raised her hand and hugged Xi Congshuang, burying her face in a warmer place, her nose pressing against the side of Xi Congshuang's neck, her warm, damp breath constantly blowing into the crook of her neck.
"It smells so good... What's that smell...?"
The weak voice rang in my ears, like a wisp of smoke drifting by, leaving no trace.
Xi Congshuang paused in her attempt to pull away the hand that was resting on her other shoulder, and looked down at the figure in her arms.
Xi Congshuang's body temperature was already lower than normal, so it felt cold to hold her. Instead, Cheng Zhishu needed to use his own body temperature to warm her up, so the hug became tighter and tighter, with Cheng Zhishu clinging to Xi Congshuang like an octopus.
The murmurs were too faint for Xiao Liu to hear; he was only focused on getting the troublesome octopus off the young lady.
Although the young lady's legs showed no response to anything from the outside world, Dr. Zheng had instructed everyone that her legs needed careful care and absolutely must not be subjected to any further damage.
Seeing this, Xiao Liu didn't know what to do. She tugged at the other person's arm again: "Xiao Shu, don't hug Miss. Get down quickly, I'll help you back to bed, okay?"
These words had the opposite effect; the usually well-behaved Cheng Zhishu suddenly became even more stubborn and clung to him even more tightly.
She shook off Xiao Liu's hand while making a crying-like sound of rejection.
I didn't cry, I just found Xiao Liu's hands annoying, constantly disturbing my sleep.
After a while, Xiao Liu almost cried.
Xi Congshuang sighed and had no choice but to reach out and support Cheng Zhishu's waist, raising her chin: "Go downstairs and find a doctor and someone to come and help."
Xiao Liu: "And what about you, Miss?"
Xi Congshuang: "I'll take some people to her room and wait for you."
Given the current situation, this was the only way to proceed. Xiao Liu went downstairs, looking back every few steps.
Firstly, they were afraid that their young lady's legs would get hurt, and secondly, they were afraid that if the young lady got annoyed, she would just throw her on the ground.
Cheng Zhishu, who was fast asleep, was completely unaware of Xiao Liu's worries. All she felt was that she was hugging a large pillow, which was soft, warm, and fragrant with a light, cool scent.
She took a deep breath, as if she were covered with a blanket that had been sun-dried all day.
Xi Congshuang: "..."
With one hand supporting her waist and the other lifting to open the door, Xi Congshuang maneuvered her wheelchair toward the bed.
The blanket on the bed was partially lifted, probably because the person got up in a hurry. Their slippers were scattered, one on the left and one on the right, unlike the other things in the room which were neatly arranged.
It seems that Cheng Zhishu has a bit of OCD. If it weren't for the messy slippers on the floor and the corner of the blanket on the bed being lifted, one would think they had walked into a neat and clean showroom.
Noticing the movement of the person in her arms, Xi Congshuang couldn't help but press down on the fluffy head: "I'm not a blanket, don't crawl in."
"What are you drilling for?" The red apple, which hadn't appeared for a while, suddenly reappeared, flapping its wings.
—Although you can't tell the front from the back of this apple by looking at the direction the wings are growing, it is red and shiny from every side.
Seeing this, Red Apple was also shocked and couldn't help but check how long it had been since she last appeared. It hadn't been long, only a few days.
This is progressing way too fast!
After hesitating for a long time, Red Apple finally asked, "What's going on? You like her?"
"..."
Despite Cheng Zhishu's antics the whole way, Xi Congshuang sneered and coldly replied, "I won't like anyone."
She must be crazy to have such inappropriate thoughts about Cheng Zhishu.
Red Apple: "Really?"
Before Xi Congshuang could answer, footsteps came from outside. Xiao Liu returned with his men, and Zheng Momo, wearing a coat over her pajamas, came in rubbing her eyes.
With the help of several people, Cheng Zhishu was lifted back onto the bed. Zheng Momo squatted in front of the wheelchair, massaging Xi Congshuang's calves and asking her what was wrong. Only after confirming that Xi Congshuang was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief.
She had spent so much time persuading the young lady to agree to Fu Jian's request. Now that things were improving, she couldn't afford to have anything else go wrong and cause Xi Congshuang to develop negative feelings towards Fu Jian.
Taking off her schoolbag, Cheng Zhishu covered herself with a soft blanket, turned over so that her back was to the people around her on the bed, curled up like a shrimp, buried her flushed face in the blanket, and mumbled that she was cold.
Xiao Liu: "Cold?" She turned the air conditioner temperature up a bit.
But Cheng Zhishu remained huddled under the covers, refusing to raise her head, only showing her hunched back to everyone.
The doctor hasn't arrived yet, so I guess I'll just have to bear it.
For some reason, Xi Congshuang suddenly became interested in the vulnerable side of the resilient female lead and wheeled herself to the bedside.
In her illness, Cheng Zhishu was somewhat oblivious to her surroundings, burying her face in her hands and exposing her more vulnerable back. In the summer, her clothes were thin, and when she bent over, her slightly protruding spine floated under her clothes, trembling slightly.
It seems like they're afraid.
After Xiao Liu failed to pull the blanket off for the third time, the family doctor finally arrived. She had just finished her morning run and hadn't even had time to change her clothes. She just grabbed her medicine kit and came over.
Dr. Qi, holding a temperature gun, said, "We can't take her temperature from her back. Can someone help us dig her out and take her temperature?"
Xiao Liu and another maid worked together, but to their surprise, the slender and youthful girl was surprisingly strong. No matter what they did, they couldn't dig her head out, and instead ended up sweating profusely.
When she gets really angry, she'll cry and shout, "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."
Dr. Qi was at a loss. Holding the thermometer gun, ready to fire, she said, "Someone else, please help me."
She had seen many patients in her life who were reluctant to seek medical treatment, but she never expected there to be two in this building!
The other one is Xi Congshuang, who is in a wheelchair.
Only Xi Congshuang can rival this level of non-cooperation.
"Okay." Xiao Liu took out his phone, intending to call up the other maid who had just come downstairs again.
Xi Congshuang stepped forward: "Let me do it."
With someone's help, Xi Congshuang sat up on the edge of the bed. Leaning against the headboard, she squeezed her hands under her arms, adjusted her position slightly, and lifted herself up, blanket and all, so that she lay half-reclined in her own arms.
Taking advantage of Cheng Zhishu's momentary lapse in attention, Xiao Liu swiftly pulled down the blanket, revealing Cheng Zhishu's upper body, and tucked the blanket in as well.
A professional nanny should be able to handle everything properly before the employer even has to ask.
Cheng Zhishu had indeed cried. Her long eyelashes were wet with tears, and her face was flushed.
He seemed to find the light in front of him too bright and frowned, but because he was being half-held, he couldn't break free.
Dr. Qi felt that this position looked familiar, and then she realized that she had also used this position when she took her own breasts out of bed.
Xi Congshuang glanced at it and said to Dr. Qi, "Take your temperature."
Dr. Qi snapped out of her daze, raised her hand to take a temperature check, and the thermometer beeped and the screen immediately turned red.
She glanced at the numbers on the screen, reached out and grabbed Cheng Zhishu's wrist to take her pulse, then switched to her other hand a minute later.
Dr. Qi comes from a family of doctors; both his parents are doctors, and his family has both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine practitioners. He was exposed to this environment from a young age and learned a lot about both.
Xi Congshuang asked, puzzled, "Besides catching a cold and having a fever, does she have any other problems?"
Dr. Qi hummed in agreement, then released his grip before replying, "Are students these days so intricate? The pressure is immense; it's been bottled up for too long, and the repression has finally erupted."
"It's not serious, though. I'll get an IV drip later and rest for a day or two and I'll be fine."
"I'll go get the medicine. Miss Shuang, please stay in this position and wait a moment."
Xiao Liu suddenly realized that the recent weather hadn't been too bad, and she was referring to Xi Congshuang, who was often sick. She never expected that after a rain, it would be Cheng Zhishu who would fall ill.
Xi Congshuang had no choice but to agree. Actually, she was naturally cold and didn't like things that were too hot, but she couldn't just abandon the person halfway through the task.
He could only continue to lean against the headboard and hold the person in his arms tightly.
Even in her sleep, Cheng Zhishu could never relax her furrowed brows. She didn't like lying on her back, and the familiar and comforting fragrance could only offer her a little solace.
But that wasn't enough for her to relax and lie back. In fact, she wanted to turn over and hug the heat source behind her back tightly with both hands, which would give her a sense of security.
In a hazy state, someone walked to the bedside, and the pungent smell of alcohol and iodine instantly overwhelmed the faint fragrance.
Someone grabbed Cheng Zhishu's hand, which was hidden under the blanket, and rubbed something wet on the back of her hand. She felt cold and instinctively tried to shake it off.
Dr. Qi instinctively exclaimed, "Don't move."
A hand, slightly cool to the touch, grasped her forearm. The faint fragrance surrounding them suddenly intensified, and she whispered in her ear, "Don't move, it'll be over soon."
Cheng Zhishu's sluggish mind was trying to figure out who was speaking, and her retraction was slow. As a result, Dr. Qi seized the opportunity and inserted the needle into her vein.
The stinging sensation was sensed by her slow-moving brain, but Cheng Zhishu was held by the hand and couldn't shake it off, a tear falling from the corner of her eye.
With a low sob in her voice, she mumbled, "Don't hit me..."
The hand around her shoulder tightened, someone wiped away the tear, and whispered comfortingly, "No one hit you, it was just a mosquito bite, it's nothing now."
Xi Congshuang rarely offered comfort to others; she only recalled the comforting words she had heard when she was hospitalized before, and inadvertently imitated them skillfully.
Dr. Mosquito: "..." She quickly ripped off the medical tape and stuck it to the needle.
Oh well, mosquitoes it is.
It's okay, it's okay. Just think of yourself as a pediatrician, and it will pass quickly.
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After finally getting the injection done, Cheng Zhishu's sleeping position easily caused blood to pool and swell on the back of her hand, so someone had to stay and take care of her.
Xi Congshuang was worried about Xiao Liu and the others, so she postponed her rehabilitation training for a day and had someone bring up the computer from the study so she could sit down and browse through it.
When she turned on her computer, Xi Congshuang stared at the screen for a moment, then typed in a string of numbers.
The computer booted up successfully.
Knowing the original owner's true self, I didn't expect her to use her own birthday as a password so casually, and she used her own birthday in almost every place that required a password.
The only difference is between the lunar and Gregorian calendars; it took me a while to check on my phone.
In the end, Xi Congshuang still didn't know whether the original owner was confident or just too lazy to remember the password.
However, before that, Xi Congshuang made a phone call to Cheng Zhishu's homeroom teacher to ask for leave.
Just as Xi Congshuang was having a smooth journey and was almost finished reading everything on the computer, the figure lying on the bed stirred and tried to put his hand under the covers.
Without even looking, Xi Congshuang grabbed her wrist. The icy temperature made her turn her head to look.
Cheng Zhishu's bangs were brushed aside, and a fever-reducing patch was applied. The blush on her face subsided a little, but she felt that her hands, which were outside, were cold, and she wanted to shrink into the warm blankets to warm them up.
If Cheng Zhishu were to put her hand under the covers, she might accidentally roll over and smother it. But Xiao Liu and the others weren't around, and Xi Congshuang didn't know where there would be a hot water bottle in the room.
However, it's unlikely, as the room has a temperature control system that maintains the most suitable temperature for the human body all year round, so there's no need for a hot water bottle.
She had used it a few times before when she was seriously ill, otherwise she would have difficulty falling asleep.
When Xiao Liu brought up the breakfast, he saw this scene.
Xi Congshuang's computer was on the table in front of her. She was focused on the keyboard with one hand, while her other hand was outstretched and placed on the back of Cheng Zhishu's hand.
The warmth from her hands, which had grown cold from the injection, continuously warmed her up.
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