Chapter 67 I have a fever
When Su Nian heard the news from Li Li, a long time had passed. He looked at the picture that Li Li had captured, his eyes fixed on it for a long time.
"This idiot." Su Nian's fingers carefully traced the photo of the two of them on the phone screen, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter.
Li Li curled her lips, took back her tablet, ignored Su Nian who was immersed in happiness, and turned back to the bar.
Hiding in the dim and damp rental house, Sun Meng stared at the clarification statement that popped up on Ling's official website, his knuckles turning white.
The cold light of the phone screen reflected her distorted face. Her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks on her skin. "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!"
She suddenly screamed hysterically and smashed her phone against the mottled wall. The crisp sound of the plastic shell bursting mixed with sobs echoed in the small space.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops were hitting the rusty security net with crackling sounds.
Sun Meng curled up in the corner of the moldy mattress, cold sweat dripping from the ends of her hair, and kept replaying every carefully designed step in her mind - the anonymous posts, the vague words, the bribed internet trolls, and it was obvious that every step was flawless.
It was not until the sound of sirens pierced through the rain that she woke up from her dream. She buried her face tremblingly in the pillow that smelled of cheap perfume, and the tears that seeped through her fingers soaked the pillowcase.
When the security door was knocked hard, Sun Meng was muttering to himself in front of the broken screen of his phone on the wall. The moment the cold handcuffs clasped his wrists, the unique chill of metal ran through his blood vessels and rushed straight to his heart.
She mechanically glanced at the disheveled woman in the mirror, suddenly remembering that snowy night three years ago. Back then, she was covered in wounds, bruised and swollen, clutching her acceptance letter as she fled her abusive home. When she looked up in front of the Ling Building, there was still light in her eyes reflected in the glass curtain wall.
But now, that weak flame has long been burned to ashes by jealousy and greed, leaving only a messy remnant on the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Ling Shen started coughing since early morning. The morning sun shone on him through the gauze curtains, but it couldn't warm his slightly trembling back.
Su Nian came out of the kitchen with warm water and saw beads of sweat on Ling Shen's neck, soaking through the collar of his pajamas. His once jade-like face was now flushed with a sickly color. As soon as her fingertips touched Ling Shen's burning forehead, Su Nian frowned.
The sudden chill made Ling Shen hum comfortably and close his eyes, "39.2℃." The blue light of the electronic thermometer reflected Su Nian's tense jaw.
"You have a fever." Su Nian's voice made the confused Ling Shen open his eyes.
"Me? I have a cold?" Ling Shen's Adam's apple rolled, and his index finger unconsciously stroked the cartilage of his nose bridge. He took a deep breath but only felt a sore and swollen nasal cavity.
He looked at the red corners of his eyes in Su Nian's eyes, and suddenly found that his originally clear voice was wrapped in a heavy nasal tone, as if covered with a layer of wet cotton, "How could it be..."
Ling Shen touched his forehead in disbelief and shook his head. The dizziness almost made him unable to stand.
Su Nian helplessly helped Ling Shen back to the bedroom and lay down. She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Gao Ze, while not forgetting to cover Ling Shen with the quilt.
"I'll get you some medicine. Take it and sleep for a while. When you wake up, we'll see if you need to go to the hospital." Su Nian tucked the quilt around Ling Shen and turned around to get the medicine.
Ling Shen looked at the flickering light and shadow on the ceiling, his consciousness floating between clarity and chaos.
Su Nian's figure doubled in his sight, but he stubbornly repeated the same action over and over again: when soaking the towel, the water splashed on his wrists, when wringing it dry, the veins on his arms bulged, and when wiping his collarbone, he would deliberately slow down the strength.
"Don't..." Ling Shen's hoarse words of dissuasion were interrupted by a violent cough. His hot palm pressed against Su Nian's slightly cool hand, "Don't tire yourself..."
Su Nian's expression didn't show any sign of relaxation. "Just lie down quietly. I'll wipe you with a cold towel. That way you'll feel better."
Ling Shen felt powerless at the moment and could only let Su Nian wash the towel over and over again to wipe his body to cool him down. As the medicine slowly took effect, Ling Shen finally couldn't resist and fell into a deep sleep.
Su Nian listened to Ling Shen's heavy breathing while he was sleeping, and his hands kept moving, constantly changing the towel on Ling Shen's forehead, and his fingers kept massaging the acupoint at the base of his thumb.
Su Nian didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Ling Shen's temperature dropped to 36.8℃. Although he knew Ling Shen only had a simple cold, Su Nian still didn't dare to let his guard down. He was really afraid that Ling Shen would get into trouble.
Even though this worry seemed groundless, Su Nian just didn't want to see Ling Shen, who was always full of energy, lying drowsy on the bed. He hoped that Ling Shen could be healthy and stay with him well.
It was not until this moment that Su Nian truly realized that she had become inseparable from Ling Shen.
"You have to get better soon." Su Nian held Ling Shen's hand and murmured softly.
Su Nian lay on the bed and closed her eyes tiredly, her fingers still unconsciously on Ling Shen's wrist, feeling the weak pulse.
After an unknown amount of time, the moonlight crept up the windowsill, casting a cool silver glow on the floor. Su Nian suddenly woke up, watching Ling Shen's face turn red again, and the number on the thermometer jumped to 38 degrees Celsius again.
"A Shen, A Shen, wake up. This won't work. You need an injection." Su Nian suppressed the fear in her heart, her voice trembling slightly. She gently shook Ling Shen's shoulders with both hands, trying to wake him up.
Ling Shen was half asleep and half awake, feeling as if he was trapped in a fiery furnace, with scorching flames all around him. No matter how he tried to escape, he was tightly surrounded by the scorching heat waves, and every breath he took was like swallowing and spitting out boiling magma.
When I finally escaped from this chaotic dream and opened my eyes, I saw Su Nian's eyes full of worry. Those eyes that were always bright on weekdays were now bloodshot, and the corners of the eyes were red.
Ling Shen forced himself to curl up the corners of his mouth, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper, "What's wrong?" When his hand touched his forehead, the scorching temperature made him sigh in realization, "It's burning again." His tone was full of helplessness and apology.
Su Nian had already dialed her private doctor's number at this time. The doctor's calm voice came from the receiver. After confirming that the doctor would arrive within 30 minutes, Su Nian quickly walked to the closet and took out new pajamas.
The pajamas still carried a faint scent of sunshine. Su Nian carefully helped Ling Shen put them on, her movements as gentle as if she were touching a fragile treasure. Then, she used a towel dipped in warm water to meticulously wipe his body again. Each wipe felt like she was wiping away the anxiety in her heart.
"It's okay. Just lie down. The doctor will be here soon." Su Nian changed the towel on Ling Shen's forehead. The cool touch made Ling Shen tremble slightly. As Su Nian changed the towel, she continued to comfort Ling Shen in bed, her voice gentle but firm.
Ling Shen looked at the panic in Su Nian's eyes but saw how she was forcing herself to remain calm. He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, as if he had eaten an unripe lime.
He used all his strength to hold Su Nian's hand, which had become cold because of worry. "I'm fine, don't worry. It's just a cold, it will be better soon."
Su Nian nodded, a forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his heart was still hanging in the air, like a silk thread hanging on a knife blade, without relaxing for a moment.
Ling Shen also knew very well that Su Nian would not be at ease unless he got better in the next second.
With the arrival of the doctor, the medicine flowed into his body through the needle little by little. Ling Shen felt relaxed all over, and the abnormal blush on his face gradually faded and began to turn pale.
"Mr. Ling is fine now. He just needs to rest more. The flu is very serious recently, so you should also pay attention, Mr. Su." After taking Ling Shen's temperature and examining him carefully, the doctor gave him a few instructions and left.
Su Nian looked at Ling Shen sleeping soundly on the bed with steady breathing and breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned over and gave Ling Shen a gentle kiss, filled with endless heartache and attachment.
Worried that Ling Shen would be hungry when he woke up, she ignored the fatigue of staying up all night and dragged her heavy steps into the kitchen. In the kitchen, under the dim light, Su Nian stirred the meat porridge in the pot and yawned, but her eyes were always focused on the stove.
"Anian?" The first thing Ling Shen did after waking up was to look for Su Nian. His hoarse voice echoed in the empty bedroom, but the only response he got was silence.
Ling Shen got out of bed, his legs still a little weak. He leaned against the headboard and stretched, making sure that his body had returned to normal before he felt relieved, opened the door and went downstairs.
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