Cheng Zhi didn't dodge. He lowered his head and let Song Baiyi fiddle with his fingers a few times.
Song Baiyi's fingertips were not rough, but when the two fingers touched each other and Cheng Zhi's fingers were gently rubbed, he still felt a little itchy.
After hearing what Song Baiyi just said, Cheng Zhi inexplicably felt a little at a loss.
He shook his head, slowly increased the strength of his grip on Song Baiyi's clothes, and explained: "No, it has nothing to do with you, Teacher Song. It's all because I didn't pay attention..."
Before he could finish, Song Baiyi loosened his hand that had just pinched Cheng Zhi's fingers. He reached to the back of Cheng Zhi's hat and slightly lowered it to lift the brim.
Cheng Zhi's original plan was disrupted by his series of actions. He raised his head slightly as Song Baiyi did, and this angle just happened to make eye contact with Song Baiyi who was looking at him with his eyes lowered.
The next second, he heard Song Baiyi speak.
"You don't need to take all the responsibility on yourself. It was my fault for not managing the students well yesterday, and letting you eat takeaway food that didn't meet hygiene standards. You had a gastroenteritis attack today, and I am also responsible."
Most of Song Baiyi's face was covered by the mask, revealing only his sharp yet delicate eyebrows.
Cheng Zhi's attention was completely attracted by Song Baiyi's eyes.
He knew that Song Baiyi usually looked at people indifferently. The color of his pupils was very dark, like an unfathomable lake, making it impossible to tell any special emotions from him.
But Cheng Zhi looked at him for a few seconds, and read something different from the deep gaze.
I feel a little guilty and melancholy, but more like...worry?
Cheng Zhi was a little surprised to see Song Baiyi's emotional changes at close range for the first time. He was immersed in Song Baiyi's eyes and looked at him in a trance.
The next second, Song Baiyi turned away and gently pushed down the brim of Cheng Zhi's hat, blocking Cheng Zhi's gaze from meeting his own.
He spoke to Cheng Zhi with a somewhat helpless tone, "Don't be distracted."
Cheng Zhi silently lowered his head, adjusted his hat, and hummed softly, "Got it."
Song Baiyi laughed, "Do you know how to stay focused, or do you know that you don't need to take all the responsibility on yourself?"
Before Cheng Zhi could answer, the conversation between the two was interrupted by the nurse who came to give Cheng Zhi an injection, "Excuse me, who is Cheng Zhi?"
Cheng Zhi responded and looked over, "Hello, I am."
The nurse came over pushing a cart and nodded for Cheng Zhi to find a seat. She stopped the cart and began to skillfully organize the medicines and tools that would be used for the injection.
After listening to the nurse's words, Cheng Zhi took two steps towards the chair obediently. After a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and saw Song Baiyi still standing there, looking over here.
Cheng Zhi didn't think too much about it. He ran over in small steps and stopped in front of Song Baiyi.
"What's wrong?" Song Baiyi raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want to get the injection?"
Cheng Zhi did not answer his current question, but grabbed Song Baiyi's sleeve and tiptoed slightly closer to Song Baiyi's ear.
Because he had a slight fever, Cheng Zhi spoke with a slight nasal tone, which sounded a little cute at first. His voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Song Baiyi to hear clearly, "Both."
Song Baiyi was a little confused by his sudden words. He turned his head to look over and didn't respond.
Cheng Zhi didn't hear Song Baiyi's response, so he said it again, "What I mean is. I know both of the questions you asked me just now."
Seeing Cheng Zhi running back to answer his question, Song Baiyi found it a little cute.
He hummed and patted Cheng Zhi on the head through his hat, "Now that you know the theory, when can you learn how to put it into practice?"
This time, Cheng Zhi did not let Song Baiyi pat his head. He reached out and gently grasped Song Baiyi's wrist, then looked up and looked at the person in front of him.
Song Baiyi felt a light touch on his wrist, which was a little itchy.
He looked over and saw Cheng Zhi wearing a hat and a mask, which completely covered his face. He could only see a pair of smiling eyes, looking at him brightly.
Song Baiyi couldn't stand Cheng Zhi looking at him like that. He moved his eyes slightly downwards and saw the neck and collarbone exposed on the loose T-shirt. Perhaps because of his illness, Cheng Zhi's Adam's apple looked even more delicate and fragile.
The next second, he saw the delicate Adam's apple tremble slightly up and down.
Cheng Zhi's voice was filled with laughter, but it sounded a little muffled through the mask.
"Okay, then I'll continue to work hard to learn how to do it next time."
When Song Baiyi heard these words, he felt as if his heart was gently tickled.
Hmm, it's more itchy than my wrist.
The nurse looked at the scrapped infusion needle, then looked at the band-aid that had just been put on Cheng Zhi's hand, and sighed softly.
"Your blood vessels are too thin. I'll get another nurse to help you with the procedure."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the nurses' station.
Cheng Zhi was holding onto the Band-Aid that he had just applied to the back of his hand to stop the bleeding from the needle hole, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Sorry." Song Baiyi broke the silence, "I didn't expect the nurses in this hospital couldn't even puncture the veins accurately..."
Cheng Zhi shook his head, "No. It's not their problem. I'm used to it."
It took a while to wait for the next nurse to come, so Cheng Zhi continued talking.
"I have been like this since I was a child. The nurses often complained about my thin blood vessels. Once I had a fever in winter, and three nurses came to give me an injection. My hands are cold in winter, and it is difficult to find the veins. I poked my hands nearly ten times, but they still couldn't find the veins... Later, they gave me two injections in my feet before they found the veins."
As he spoke, Cheng Zhi couldn't help laughing.
After listening to it, Song Baiyi frowned slightly, "Didn't it hurt at that time?"
"It hurts." Cheng Zhi sniffed. "It hurt so much that I cried loudly. For a long time, I didn't want to get injections. I had to rely on myself to fight the disease."
Cheng Zhi smiled and said, "But it's fine now. My resistance has improved a lot. I don't get sick so easily..."
Just as Song Baiyi was about to speak, the nurse came over with a nurse who looked a little older. Seeing someone coming, the two of them immediately quieted down.
"Head nurse, this is the patient. This is the first time I've seen such thin blood vessels. If I can't help, I'll come to you for help."
The one called "head nurse" had her hair tied into a neat high ponytail. She was wearing the same white work clothes as the young nurse next to her, but she gave people a very reliable feeling.
The head nurse grabbed Cheng Zhi's other hand, which had not been pricked by a needle today, without saying a word, and expertly disinfected it.
The young nurse standing by watched her movements attentively, handing her the tools and studying how she inserted the needle perfectly into the known blood vessel.
The two people coordinated their movements quickly, one was responsible for handing over the tools and the other for the operation. In less than three minutes, Cheng Zhi had successfully received the infusion.
The head nurse skillfully untied the rubber band tied around Cheng Zhi's wrist to make the blood vessels look more obvious, then bandaged the needle hole for Cheng Zhi and adjusted the frequency of the infusion.
Song Baiyi looked at Cheng Zhi's left hand which was no longer tormented this time, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was half relieved, the head nurse grabbed Cheng Zhi's other scarred hand, handed it to Song Baiyi, and said, "Press it for him. His other hand is still receiving an IV, so it's not convenient to press it."
Cheng Zhi's skin was easily bruised. There was a large bruise on his hand, and the bruise was covered with a band-aid that the nurse had just put on to stop the bleeding.
I don't know when the bloodstains from the needle holes started to seep out. These marks were shocking to see on the white back of the hand.
When the head nurse saw this scene, she calmly changed Cheng Zhi's bandage and handed his hand back to Song Baiyi.
Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and watched. Blood was oozing out of the needle hole very quickly. In less than a moment, the Band-Aid that had just been replaced was stained red by the blood that seeped out of Cheng Zhi.
The miserable look on the back of Cheng Zhi's hand just now was still lingering in Song Baiyi's eyes, and now the newly added red on Cheng Zhi's hand looked particularly glaring to him.
He carefully took Cheng Zhi's hand and slowly helped him place it on the armrest of the chair. After making sure it was all right, he carefully placed his fingers on the area that needed to stop the bleeding.
Cheng Zhi didn't move and let Song Baiyi put his hand up.
Just now, this hand had not been moved because of the bleeding, and it was already a little cold because of the continuous bleeding. So when the familiar heat came over him, Cheng Zhi couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Song Baiyi's hands were very warm. When the heat from his fingers came through the Band-Aid, Cheng Zhi felt that his whole body was warmer.
It’s just that Song Baiyi’s movements were a bit too gentle. Pressing like this... doesn’t seem to be able to stop the bleeding.
Cheng Zhi was just about to ask Song Baiyi to use a little more force when the head nurse took the initiative.
"Hey! Are you a man? You can't even use enough force to press your friend's wound. How can you stop the bleeding if you press like this?" As she said that, the head nurse pressed Song Baiyi's fingers and increased the force on Cheng Zhi's wound.
The head nurse's action startled both of them. When Cheng Zhi's bruise was touched, he couldn't help but hissed, and his whole body trembled slightly.
"Pressure with this strength for five minutes before releasing." After saying that, the head nurse released her hand and left with the cart.
After seeing the head nurse leave, Song Baiyi avoided the bruises, gradually reduced the strength of his fingers, and looked up at Cheng Zhi.
"Does this hurt?"
Cheng Zhi shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, it's fine like this."
"Okay. Good." After making sure that he would not hurt Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi lowered his eyes and concentrated on helping Cheng Zhi stop the bleeding.
Cheng Zhi could feel that Song Baiyi's strength this time was much greater than at the beginning. Because he needed to exert force, the two people's hands were much closer than at the beginning.
He didn't look down, but he could feel that Song Baiyi had covered his hands with his. The two people's hands were overlapping, and most of his hands were held by Song Baiyi from above.
As long as Cheng Zhi wanted, he could interlock his fingers with Song Baiyi by just turning his wrist slightly.
But he didn't move. He kept his hand obediently where it was, allowing Song Baiyi to transfer the warmth from his hand to him, and his hand gradually got rid of the cold.
Today was a working day, and there weren't many people in the infusion area. There were only two of them in the three rows in front and behind this corner. It was very quiet here, and Cheng Zhi could even hear the regular "tick-tick" sound of the medicine dripping into the infusion tube.
The fragrance of the person next to him still lingered faintly at the tip of Cheng Zhi's nose. He smelled the scent and felt the heat coming from the back of his hand.
The same sense of smell and touch as in the morning simultaneously stimulated Cheng Zhi's brain, immediately pulling him into his previous memories.
He suddenly remembered...just now in the car, he also fell asleep while smelling the fragrance of Song Baiyi.
At this time, Song Baiyi focused all his attention on Cheng Zhi's wound. He saw that the bloodstains left on the Band-Aid were very bright and could not be dispersed.
Because he was too focused, he successfully missed the tips of Cheng Zhi's ears which were slightly red due to the memories flooding into his mind.
It was a color more vivid than blood. Not only did it not fade away, but it was also getting darker and redder.
The three minutes mentioned by the head nurse soon arrived. Song Baiyi felt that the bleeding had almost stopped, so he slowly released his fingers that were pressing on the back of Cheng Zhi's hand.
At the same time, Cheng Zhi's stomach growled a few times in cooperation.
Song Baiyi helped him hang the infusion bottle to a higher place, lowered his eyes to look at Cheng Zhi, and asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"
Cheng Zhi rubbed his belly unnaturally, "Well... a little bit."
Song Baiyi understood and nodded, "I'll go buy you breakfast. Is there anything you can't eat?"
Cheng Zhi looked up and thought for a moment, "No."
After listening to Cheng Zhi, Song Baiyi hummed and took off his coat and covered Cheng Zhi's belly with it.
"It's a little too cold here. If your stomach is uncomfortable, cover yourself up first."
After saying that, Song Baiyi turned and left.
Cheng Zhi was holding the coat that Song Baiyi had just taken off, feeling a little confused.
The coat still had Song Baiyi's scent on it, which smelled very reassuring.
At the same time, Cheng Zhi touched the fabric of his clothes and felt that Song Baiyi's temperature had not yet dissipated.
Cheng Zhi couldn't help but lean into Song Baiyi's clothes and sniff them.
Confused by the familiar smell, the redness on his face, which had just faded away with great difficulty, now returned again.
After a while, a familiar voice pulled Cheng Zhi out.
"You're here, are you okay? We'll come to you after we check."
Cheng Zhi responded and raised his head from Song Baiyi's clothes, and found Le Zhu and Shen You standing in front of him.
"Ah, why are you here..."
Le Zhu explained: "We just ran into Mr. Song in the elevator after we finished our inspection, and he told us you were here."
Chen You noticed that Cheng Zhi's expression was not right, "Hey, Cheng Zhi, why is your face suddenly so red, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Cheng Zhi groaned, "I'm... hot."
"Oh, I see." Chen You nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Le Zhu suddenly asked, "Why are you covering yourself with clothes when you are hot?"
Cheng Zhi was stunned for a moment, looked away silently, and then spoke.
“I just like to hold it.”
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