Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Dream Talk

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The sky gradually brightened. The Huangjiang River, without any dead fish, was clean and clear, like a bright mirror, reflecting the faint morning light and the battered Fengyi.

As usual, the sun came out early.

Gu Mengran came out of the air-conditioning room wearing a thick protective suit and stepped onto the open deck bathed in sunlight. Surprisingly, he did not feel the suffocating feeling from the unbearable heat as before.

It was still a bit hot, and I felt stuffy in my protective suit, but the sunlight had lost its edge and was no longer scorching. It was obvious that the temperature was starting to drop.

Without staying on the deck for too long, Gu Mengran, carrying an electric kettle full of boiling water, opened the glass sliding door like a thief and tiptoed into Liang Zhao's bedroom.

Liang Zhao was still sleeping, and he changed from lying flat on his back to lying on his side, with the quilt wrapped tightly around his body, making him airtight, like an oversized glutinous rice dumpling.

There were many patients and it was just after six in the morning. Gu Mengran did not think much about it. He put down the kettle and broke the pills and mixed the medicine for Liang Zhao.

It was hard not to pay attention to the red rash last night. After preparing the medicine and seeing that Liang Zhao still showed no signs of waking up, Gu Mengran walked around to the other end of the bed and carefully lifted the quilt.

When the quilt was lifted, before the rash could be seen, Liang Zhao's face, as pale as paper and covered with sweat, came into view, and Gu Mengran suddenly felt something was wrong.

He seemed to be very hot and was sweating a lot under the quilt. He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, with sweat all over his forehead and nose, and his hair was wet.

Covering your head with sweat when you have a fever is not a wise move. Seeing this, Gu Mengran hurriedly grabbed the corner of the quilt and peeled Liang Zhao out of the quilt slowly and gently, just like peeling an onion.

The quilts were piled aside, and Liang Zhao, sweating profusely, came into view unobstructed.

The rashes on the calves, arms, neck... were particularly eye-catching. Before Gu Mengran could take a closer look, Liang Zhao, who was sleeping, crossed his arms and his body suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Cold, so cold..."

The dreamer seemed to be neither awake nor awake, his dark lips moved and he murmured softly as if in a sleep.

Sweating profusely and feeling cold, Gu Mengran pulled the quilt over Liang Zhao, then quickly walked into the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, sat on the bed, wrung out the towel, and wiped Liang Zhao's body with warm water.

Wiping the body, taking the temperature, applying ointment to the rash, after the whole process, Liang Zhao still did not wake up, and fell asleep wrapped in the quilt, especially when Gu Mengran's movements were not too gentle.

Gu Mengran realized something was wrong even after a while. He gently patted Liang Zhao's chest through the quilt and called out in a low voice: "Liang Zhao, wake up Liang Zhao, get up and eat something, take the medicine and go back to sleep."

Although he was in a coma, he was not completely unconscious. Liang Zhao still responded to the sounds from the outside world. Perhaps he was annoyed by his noise, and his smooth and full forehead wrinkled slightly.

Gu Mengran was not dissatisfied with the other party's reaction. He was glad that he did not faint completely. His hanging heart gradually settled down, and the sweat on his forehead was more dense than that of the patient Liang Zhao.

After a short rest, Gu Mengran took the prepared pills and cooling solution to the bedside, and while Liang Zhao was still conscious, he stuffed the pills into his mouth one by one along his lips.

Without him forcing it, the bitter taste of the pill spread in his mouth, and Liang Zhao's brows knitted tighter. Then Gu Mengran brought the liquid to his mouth, and Liang Zhao couldn't wait to bite the straw and swallow the pill with the liquid.

Fever, rash, lethargy, Liang Zhao's condition was not good, but not too bad. According to the information Gu Mengran had read, these symptoms were basically consistent with those of early and middle stage chickenpox, except that the onset was a little faster.

Fever within a few hours, rash within ten hours. At this rate, the rash should spread over a large area today, or turn into transparent blisters like those on those people.

Gu Mengran looked very carefully when applying the medicine just now. The rashes were numerous but not dense, which was acceptable to patients with claustrophobia. The rashes were still red, with red edges and slightly white tops. They did not become particularly large, nor did they turn into transparent blisters.

Does this mean that...

The medicine has had a certain effect and the virus has been contained?

As he is not a professional doctor, Gu Mengran cannot be 100% sure. The specific situation remains to be observed. What he should do now is to make Liang Zhao wake up.

Unsure whether it was sleepiness or mild mental impairment, Gu Mengran didn't dare to shout and wake the person up, so he put down the cup of water and stood up, preparing to go back to his room to check some information and catch up on his homework.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, before he could even take a step, Liang Zhao's hoarse voice came from behind him:

"Meng, Meng Ran..."

"Hey! Liang Zhao, are you awake?"

Gu Mengran was overjoyed, and turned around suddenly, only to see Liang Zhao with his eyes closed and his hands unconsciously clutching the quilt, not looking sober at all.

This? Talking in sleep? Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows, bent his knees and squatted beside the bed, calling out tentatively: "Liang Zhao, can you hear me? You have been sleeping for a long time, do you want to get up?"

With his eyes closed and breathing steady, Liang Zhao responded in his sleep with a soft "hmm".

Gu Mengran chuckled, "What do you mean? Are you getting up or not?"

"Get up." Liang Zhao uttered a short syllable from his throat, as if he had used up all his strength, and stammered: "Give me some time, get up immediately. Don't be afraid, Meng Ran, I will... come back, we..."

The voice was very soft and intermittent, and I couldn't hear it clearly, especially the last sentence.

Gu Mengran moved closer. "What? Give you some time to do what?"

Liang Zhao's logic was confused, his thoughts were jumping, and he was silent for a long time. He answered irrelevantly and struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Fish, I'll catch it, catch it."

Things were getting interesting. Gu Mengran chuckled and said, "Why are you catching fish? To feed me?"

Without even bothering to tease anyone, Gu Mengran took a thermometer from the bedside table, shook it twice, and slowly put it under Liang Zhao's armpit.

When he was awake, he was very frugal with words, but when he fell asleep, he became a chatterbox. Gu Mengran had just tucked him in when he heard Liang Zhao say to himself, "Fish, Mengran eats fish."

"Okay, okay, eat. I'll eat the fish meat, and you eat the fish tail and head." Gu Mengran smiled and responded casually.

"No need to divide today. There are three, three. One for you, one for me, and one..."

“Buzz——”

The smile on Gu Mengran's face froze, his head was buzzing, an inexplicable chill rose from his back, and his body, trapped in the protective suit, could no longer feel any warmth.

What is Liang Zhao talking about? Three fish...

Impossible! He heard his heartbeat, suppressed his anxiety and shock, and urgently confirmed with Liang Zhao: "How about one more, Liang Zhao?"

Liang Zhao's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"Tell me, what's the other one?" Gu Mengran lost his composure a little. He grabbed Liang Zhao's arm through the quilt and shook it hard twice, completely forgetting that the other person was a patient.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Without waiting for an answer, a violent cough echoed in the bedroom.

Liang Zhao's chest rose and fell violently, as if sand had entered his throat, and he kept coughing. Gu Mengran woke up as if from a dream, picked up the water cup on the bedside table, and hurried to the hot water kettle.

It was just pouring some water, which took less than a minute. But when he walked back to the bed with the warm water, Liang Zhao had already opened his eyes in his sleep.

Liang Zhaoping lay on the bed, his body shaking due to violent coughing.

He seemed not fully awake yet, his eyes were lifeless, but his gaze followed Gu Mengran closely, finally fixing on his slightly tense lips.

Without rushing to find the answer, Gu Mengran put the straw to Liang Zhao's mouth and gently instructed: "Drink slowly, take small sips and don't choke yourself."

"Hmm." Liang Zhao bit the straw.

After drinking half a cup of warm water, Liang Zhao's breathing gradually calmed down, and his pale cheeks regained a hint of color.

He slowly sat up, holding onto the bed sheet, and met Gu Mengran's complicated and worried eyes, and asked softly, "Have I slept for a long time?"

"It's not bad. Plus, it's a bit long during the day, and..." Gu Mengran paused, "You were sleeping very deeply, so I couldn't wake you up."

Liang Zhao nodded thoughtfully. Just as he was about to speak, his arm suddenly felt itchy. He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but the next moment, Gu Mengran grabbed the quilt and pulled it up, covering Liang Zhao's body, leaving only his head exposed.

The brain was half a beat slower than the body, and after a while Gu Mengran realized that blocking the body would not stop the itching...

Gu Mengran sighed and smiled awkwardly: "I——"

"I saw it when I woke up." Liang Zhao smiled and chuckled, "Don't worry too much, it feels different from the chickenpox of those people. And when I woke up, I felt much better, didn't you notice? I'm in good spirits now."

I feel much better after a good sleep? What kind of words are you talking about?

Gu Mengran squinted and muttered softly, "Oh, I feel like I'm exhausted from taking care of you. After all this time, why don't you just take a good sleep?"

Liang Zhao immediately made amends: "No, no, no, it's all your credit. Thank you Meng Ran for applying the medicine and feeding me the medicine."

"Wait." Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows and looked at him suspiciously, "Weren't you asleep? How come you are conscious?"

Liang Zhao shook his head and analyzed with reason: "I smell strongly of medicine and my mouth is very bitter. You can guess it at once."

"Really?" Gu Mengran dragged out the question, seemingly meeting Liang Zhao's gaze inadvertently, with a mixture of scrutiny and questioning in his eyes, "Let me ask you a question, Liang Zhao. If you had three fish, what would you do with them?"

Liang Zhao tilted his head and blinked blankly, "Fish, what kind of fish? Are you asking how to cook it? Steamed, braised, or boiled?"

Gu Mengran: "...Take a rest."

Not getting the answer he wanted, Gu Mengran became visibly depressed.

In fact, he was very conflicted. He was afraid that Liang Zhao would remember things from his previous life.

Liang Zhao had seen his wolfish appearance before and knew all his unbearableness. Moreover, his previous life was too bitter. He had experienced all kinds of bitterness but had not tasted any sweetness. In the end, he died with regrets. Such memories would only add to his troubles.

Out of selfish motives, he wanted Liang Zhao to have the memories of his previous life. He wanted to ask why he refused at first. If his sexual orientation was heterosexual, why did Liang Zhao touch him secretly that night?