It was the first time for the driver to see this scene. He accelerated silently and chatted with Song Baiyi.
"There's a bit of traffic jam during the morning rush hour. I'll try to drive faster. Don't worry, Mr. Song."
Song Baiyi hummed and lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.
Cheng Zhi is very thin. This was the first thought that came to Song Baiyi's mind when he held him in his arms.
When he curled up into a ball and buried his head in his chest, the two of them were so close that Song Baiyi could even see the tiny hairs on his fair skin and the faintly visible blood vessels on his neck.
Because Cheng Zhi had just finished taking a shower, he smelled good. The aroma of fruity shower gel filled Song Baiyi's nose. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to move closer to take a sip.
The person in his arms was very obedient and didn't move around. Song Baiyi could feel Cheng Zhi's even breathing, and when he felt pain, he would tremble slightly in his arms and tighten his grip on the corner of his clothes from time to time.
He didn't push Cheng Zhi away, allowing him to curl up in his arms. His hands didn't stop moving, and he continued to massage Cheng Zhi's lower abdomen.
The severe pain that Cheng Zhi had just felt had passed, but some minor pains still came intermittently. However, these feelings were all covered up when Song Baiyi put his hand on him.
It was hot today, so he wore thin clothes when he went out. The temperature of Song Baiyi's palms was a little high, and it could pass through the thin fabric of the clothes to Cheng Zhi's skin, warming his heart immediately.
The air conditioner in the car made Cheng Zhi feel a little cold, so he subconsciously leaned towards the heat source next to him. He put one hand on Song Baiyi's shoulder and the other hand on the forearm of the hand that Song Baiyi was massaging for him.
The distance between the two people was approaching zero. Cheng Zhi could even feel Song Baiyi's abdominal muscles pressing against him. He could touch them just by raising his hand.
However, Cheng Zhi did not dare to raise his hand. He obediently let Song Baiyi hold him in his arms and enjoyed the gentle and considerate abdominal massage service.
It felt very safe to stay in Song Baiyi's arms, and the car was stable. Cheng Zhi was already dizzy from the pain, and he didn't sleep well last night.
With Song Baiyi's diligent and continuous service, Cheng Zhi's stomach pain gradually weakened and then disappeared, taking less than ten minutes.
Once he relaxed, Cheng Zhi felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him. Soon, he unconsciously rubbed against Song Baiyi's arms, smelling the pleasant woody scent on his body, and fell asleep leaning against his chest.
"We're at the hospital. Teacher Song, do you need me to open the door for you?" As soon as the driver stopped the car, he turned around and looked at the two people in the back seat.
The driver was driving and hadn't noticed that the two people in the back seat had gotten together. Song Baiyi put one hand on the student's waist and the other on his abdomen. From the movement of his wrist, it could be seen that he was rubbing the student's abdomen slightly.
And now, the student was leaning in Song Baiyi's arms, his body rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.
The look Song Baiyi gave the student was different from the stern look the driver usually saw. Instead, he could feel an infinite amount of tenderness.
After sensing the unusual atmosphere between the two people, the driver held his breath and spoke in a much lighter voice, "Do you need me to get off?"
Song Baiyi looked up at the driver. Perhaps because he was suddenly interrupted, the last trace of tenderness in Song Baiyi's eyes disappeared, replaced by the usual alienation. He nodded without saying anything, and signaled with his eyes that the driver could leave.
After the driver left, the car returned to calm.
For fear of waking up Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi didn't move and let Cheng Zhi sleep in his arms.
The only sound that could be heard in the car was Cheng Zhi's breathing. Sometimes, one could even hear him groaning because he was not sleeping well.
Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and tilted his head slightly to look at Cheng Zhi's sleeping face.
Unlike her usual high-spirited look, her long eyelashes trembled slightly with her breathing, her lips were slightly parted, and she looked defenseless.
Cheng Zhi usually seems to never get tired and is always working hard in training. He never complains about being tired or stopping when he is out of breath, and never complains about pain when he is injured. He always looks energetic.
Just now, Cheng Zhi cried out in pain. Song Baiyi didn't expect Cheng Zhi to take the initiative to move into his arms, nor did he expect Cheng Zhi to be so obedient as to not resist letting him rub his lower abdomen.
This was the first time Cheng Zhi showed his vulnerable side to Song Baiyi.
Although he felt distressed, Song Baiyi still enjoyed the feeling of being depended on by Cheng Zhi.
He suddenly felt a little reluctant to push it away.
Cheng Zhi slept soundly and felt a little fuzzy when he woke up. He hummed subconsciously and rubbed his head against Song Baiyi's shoulder twice.
When she turned around, she met Song Baiyi's gaze, and then she realized that she was still in Song Baiyi's arms.
"woke up?"
The moment they looked at each other, Cheng Zhi watched Song Baiyi's lips gently open and close. The low, pleasant voice fell into his ears, making his ears a little itchy.
The heat from Song Baiyi's palm on the abdomen gradually became clearer and immediately burned Cheng Zhi's ears.
Cheng Zhi's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice. He silently turned his head, covered the slightly hot lower half of his face with one hand, leaned back on the seat with the other hand, and slowly left Song Baiyi's arms.
Song Baiyi did not stop him and let him move. When Cheng Zhi moved a little further away from him, he silently withdrew his hand that had just been stroking Cheng Zhi's lower abdomen.
The smooth and delicate touch of Cheng Zhi's abdomen was still there. Song Baiyi twisted his fingers, coughed twice, and looked up at the person on the other side of the seat, whose face had already turned red.
"Does it still hurt?" Song Baiyi asked softly.
Cheng Zhi rubbed his face and shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Teacher Song, for rubbing my stomach just now..."
His voice became softer and softer as he finished speaking. After he finished speaking, he immediately pulled out the mask from his pocket and put it on to cover the redness on his face, which was not sure whether it was due to fever or discomfort.
Noticing his action, Song Baiyi chuckled, hooked his finger at Cheng Zhi, and motioned him to come closer to him.
Cheng Zhi's mind was still a little confused. He was too lazy to think and just followed Song Baiyi's instructions. As soon as he leaned his head over, he felt Song Baiyi pick up a hat from the back seat of the car and gently put it on his head.
With his head lowered and his vision blocked by the brim of his hat, Cheng Zhi could not see the expression on Song Baiyi's face. He could only feel that his voice was emotionless.
"Put on your hat. I'll take you to see a doctor."
Cheng Zhi hummed and took off his hat. He fixed his hair, adjusted the angle of his hat and looked at Song Baiyi.
"I'm not in pain now, so it's okay not to go see a doctor."
Song Baiyi glanced at Cheng Zhi and said calmly, "Who was the one who just cried out in pain? Get out of the car."
After saying that, Song Baiyi opened the door on the side closest to him, got out and closed the door in one go.
Before Cheng Zhi had the time to refuse, he felt the car door on his side being opened by Song Baiyi from the outside.
In order to avoid being recognized, Song Baiyi also put on a mask. He lowered his eyes and looked at Cheng Zhi who was sitting in the car.
"Can you walk on your own? Do you need me to help you down?"
After hearing what Song Baiyi had said, Cheng Zhi didn't want to resist any more. He hummed and said, "Okay."
After saying that, Cheng Zhi walked out.
Maybe it was because he had just slept in the same position in the car for too long, the moment Cheng Zhi touched the ground, his legs felt weak, and he couldn't stand steadily for a while and fell forward.
Song Baiyi stood where he was and quickly supported Cheng Zhi.
Cheng Zhi fell into Song Baiyi's arms again, and was a little absent-minded for a moment. He leaned against Song Baiyi's chest and could clearly feel Song Baiyi's chest vibrating slightly with the frequency of his speech.
"Can you walk by yourself?"
Cheng Zhi stood up with the help of Song Baiyi, holding the corner of his clothes, and slowly let go until he felt solid ground under his feet.
"My legs just went numb..."
Song Baiyi hummed, raised his hand to help Cheng Zhi straighten his hat that had just been knocked askew, "Got it, let's go now."
At Song Baiyi's request, the program team helped Cheng Zhi make an appointment in advance. As soon as he arrived at the consultation waiting area, Cheng Zhi heard a mechanical female voice calling his name.
After a set of routine examinations, Cheng Zhi leaned weakly in his chair, waiting for the doctor to explain his condition to him.
The doctor took the examination report handed over by Song Baiyi, and after reading the basic indexes, he casually reported Cheng Zhi's symptoms.
"I have acute gastroenteritis and a slight fever. I'll go get two bottles of water first."
After saying that, the doctor handed the still warm treatment form that had just come out of the printer to Song Baiyi, "Take this to pay the fee, and then take him to the infusion area to wait."
The doctor looked at Cheng Zhi, who was now slumped in the chair with his face completely blocked, and said earnestly: "I have seen too many people like you who have stomach problems when they are just 20 years old. Young people should not always torture their bodies. You only have one stomach..."
Cheng Zhi hummed in a depressed tone and didn't listen to what the doctor said to him at all.
He now had only one thought in his mind.
Song Baiyi found out that I had gastroenteritis after eating barbecue last night.
Before Cheng Zhi had time to feel depressed, he felt Song Baiyi gently patting the brim of his hat.
"Let's go, I'll take you to get the injection."
On the way to the infusion area, the two of them did not have any extra communication. Song Baiyi went to pay the fee, and Cheng Zhi quietly found a small corner with few people in the infusion area and sat there, waiting for the nurse to give him the injection, and thinking about how Song Baiyi would scold him later.
On the other side, Song Baiyi looked at the words "acute gastroenteritis" on the list, which were irritating no matter how he looked at them.
After paying the fee, he called the security department of the program crew without saying a word.
"Hello? I'm Song Baiyi."
"Yes, it's me. Nothing much, I just hope you can strengthen the patrol of the back door in the future, and it would be better to add some guardrails to prevent people from climbing over the wall and going out."
"If you don't have enough funds, please contact my assistant and he will help you solve the problem."
"Thank you for your hard work. Goodbye."
I just finished the call, put down the phone and looked up, and met Cheng Zhi's eyes when he was holding a disposable paper cup to get hot water.
After hearing the conversation between Song Baiyi and someone else on the phone, Cheng Zhi silently clenched the cup in his hand, thought for a moment, and then asked.
"Teacher Song...are you angry?"
Song Baiyi didn't say anything. After putting away his phone, he walked forward to Cheng Zhi and took the paper cup from Cheng Zhi's hand.
There was no emotion in his tone. "You go back first."
Cheng Zhi didn't leave. He watched Song Baiyi pour him a cup of hot water silently, then followed Song Baiyi back.
After helping Cheng Zhi put the paper cup away, Song Baiyi prepared to get medicine for Cheng Zhi. Just after taking two steps, he felt a pulling force from behind him and his clothes were grabbed by someone.
When he turned around, he found Cheng Zhizheng grabbing the corner of his clothes, with a somewhat aggrieved tone.
"Teacher Song... I know I was wrong. Next time I will never climb over the wall to get takeout, please don't be angry, okay?"
Song Baiyi sighed, his tone a little helpless.
"I'm not angry."
After saying that, Song Baiyi lowered his eyes, gently pinched Cheng Zhi's fingers that were grabbing his clothes, and continued.
"If I had known you would be in so much pain today, I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted last night."
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