Opening the

door Outside the ward, Liang Qingqing walked along the corridor to the window at the end before releasing her hand that was covering her mouth. She then sneezed several times in a row. When she finally stopped, she touched her forehead. She didn't know when it started to heat up. It was still a little hot when she touched it suddenly.

"Is it really going to be a cold?" Liang Qingqing murmured, and then shook her head, "It won't be so unlucky, don't be so stupid."

Who knew that the words hit the mark. Since the night fell completely, she felt dizzy and had no energy at all. She curled up on the hospital bed she was staying in, wrapped the quilt tightly, but still couldn't help shivering from the cold.

Liang Qingqing stared at the dim ceiling and forced herself to sit up. She was the only one in the room. It was still raining outside the window. The branches of the locust tree followed the wind and hit the glass window from time to time, making a harsh sound. It was particularly scary in the pitch-black night.

"Second brother?"

After shouting, people remembered that Liang Junqiang was still worried about Fan Yanxing, a weak patient, being alone before going to bed, so he borrowed a folding bed from the hospital and prepared to stay in his ward for one night. In case of special circumstances in the middle of the night, he would be able to take care of him in the first time.

Thinking of this, Liang Qingqing sighed. Who knew that she started coughing as soon as she opened her mouth. She was really sure that she was sick, but she didn't have a penny on her, and she couldn't even buy medicine.

The remaining money Liang Junqiang had had to be saved for food tomorrow.

This was the first time that Liang Qingqing, a young lady, deeply felt the embarrassment brought by poverty. Without money, she could only rely on herself to fight the disease in the hospital.

A good night's sleep will be fine.

Liang Qingqing comforted herself in this way and completely gave up the idea of ​​buying medicine.

After lying down again, Liang Qingqing wrapped the quilt tighter and fell asleep soon after closing her eyes. But when she woke up again, it was still dark outside. Not only did she not get better, but she also felt as if her whole body was burned by fire, and her limbs were in pain.

Her throat was also dry and uncomfortable, and she couldn't even speak.

With her mind in a trance, Liang Qingqing swallowed her saliva and tried to get up to get a glass of water, but she accidentally fell off the bed the next second. The back of her head hit the ground and she grimaced in pain, hissing in pain.

The next second, the door that had been tightly closed was suddenly opened from the outside, and the light from the corridor shone in through the gap. Liang Qingqing subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid the dazzling light. Then a familiar voice came to her ears, with undisguised anxiety.

"Liang Qingqing! Are you okay?"

It was Fan Yanxing.

Liang Qingqing just rubbed the back of her head. She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She could only nod to show that she was in great pain. She wanted to die right there. Fortunately, Fan Yanxing noticed that something was wrong with her. He came over at a fast pace and tried to pick her up from the ground. However,

he couldn't lift her up...

In an instant, the word "awkward" slowly spread between the two of them.

How could they forget that Fan Yanxing was a patient who had just escaped from life-threatening danger! Liang Qingqing, who had a high fever, might be stronger than him.

After two seconds of silence, Fan Yanxing stood up decisively, a rare embarrassment flashed across his face, and he stammered, "I, I'll go get the doctor."

Liang Qingqing couldn't bear it any longer, and at this moment, she couldn't think about the money. She said yes to Fan Yanxing's words, and then watched him leave. After she recovered, she grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, climbed up from the ground, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Not long after, the lights in the ward were turned on, and Fan Yanxing and the doctor came in one after another, first taking Liang Qingqing's temperature, and then asking about various symptoms.

Liang Qingqing sat by the bed, her eyes on the side of Fan Yanxing's face as he listened carefully to the doctor's instructions. His eyes were slightly lowered, his facial lines were neat and tidy, and his serious look revealed a sense of taciturnity and alienation.

"That's all you need to pay attention to, have you remembered it all?"

Seeing Fan Yanxing nod, the doctor looked at him, then at Liang Qingqing, and suddenly changed the subject and said earnestly, "It's hard for you two to get sick together."

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing was stunned, his ears were stained with a hint of red, and he explained, "We..." We are not a couple.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the doctor, "I need to say something to you. You have finally managed to save your life. You just woke up and your body is still very weak. Don't run around. I see your brother-in-law is here , right? Let him work harder and take more care of you. During this time, you two should reduce contact to avoid the disease from spreading to each other."

"Your medical expenses can be charged to your village account, but hers probably can't. Our hospital can only reimburse for three days at most. Pay the fees early, and there will be nothing else. Let your brother-in-law get the medicine, and you don't have to run around."

Fan Yanxing couldn't handle this series of words, and finally he said, "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome. Remember to ask your brother-in-law to come to my office to get the prescription and medicine. I'll be leaving first." The doctor said that without waiting for Fan Yanxing to explain anything else, he turned around and left.

"This doctor is really..." Liang Qingqing didn't recognize him at first, until he called them a couple, she remembered that this was Fan Yanxing's attending physician, and it was him who said Fan Yanxing was her man before!

"It's a misunderstanding, I'll go get Brother Junqiang to get you the medicine." Fan Yanxing pursed his thin lips, and it seemed that he didn't care much about being misunderstood by others about their relationship. Compared with this, he was more concerned about Liang Qingqing's health, so after telling her to stay here, he left the ward again.

After returning to his own ward, Liang Junqiang was still sleeping soundly on the folding bed. He was so tired after a busy day that he started snoring. The sound of his snores kept ringing in the room.

Seeing this, Fan Yanxing couldn't bear to wake him up again. He quietly took the cup of water on the table and went out again. When he took the prescription, he was scolded by the doctor again. After getting the medicine, he ran upstairs without stopping, went to the hot water room at the end of the corridor to get a cup of hot water before returning to Liang Qingqing's ward.

"I noticed your mouth is a little dry just now. Drink some water first. I'll get the medicine for you."

"Why are you the one getting the medicine? Where's my second brother?" Liang Qingqing was sharp-eyed. As soon as Fan Yanxing appeared, she noticed the cold sweat on his forehead and his increasingly ugly and pale face.

"Brother Junqiang was tired all day, so I didn't call him." Fan Yanxing told the truth and handed the water cup to her. "Drink some to moisten your throat. Your voice is hoarse."

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing was a little surprised. She subconsciously reached out and touched her lips and throat. She didn't expect Fan Yanxing to be so careful and notice such a subtle change in her. For a moment, she forgot to take the cup, but it had another meaning in his eyes.

"I boiled it in hot water, if you mind..."

Before she could finish the rest of the words, Liang Qingqing took the cup and took a big sip, "What are you talking about? I'm not that particular. I'm almost dying of thirst."

The warm water rolled around in her mouth and then flowed into her throat. The places it passed through were like dry land irrigated by rain, and new vitality appeared. Liang Qingqing felt like she was alive again. Holding the cup in both hands, she remembered something, her eyes flashed, and she laughed, "Do you remember the time you treated me to a soda?"

She still remembered how awkward Fan Yanxing was at that time. Seeing that she was carsick, he wanted to give her water to relieve her discomfort, but he took into account the differences between men and women and some cleanliness obsessions, and in the end, blood came out of her wallet before it ended.

But now, he didn't mind giving her his cup of water to drink from, which was really strange.

Liang Qingqing suddenly brought up this matter, and Fan Yanxing paused while pouring the medicine out of the medicine bottle. Naturally, he also remembered that incident. A trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he nodded and said softly: "Remember."

After that, he spread out the medicine in his hand and handed it to her. The latter looked at the pills in his broad palm and smiled: "It seems that our relationship is much closer than before."

"Yes, after all, it is a friendship of life and death." Fan Yanxing also curled his lips half-jokingly.

Liang Qingqing swallowed the pills with the water in the cup, and then lay down. Her body was still hot and her breathing was a little rapid. Her eyes were half closed, but there was a smile on her lips: "We won't become good friends, right? I don't want to be a good friend with you."

"..." Hearing this, Fan Yanxing raised his eyelids slightly, and the emotions flashing in his deep eyes were obscure. After a long pause, he replied with a stronger tone: "What a coincidence, I don't want to be a good friend with you either." There was

silence in the room, because the person who brought up the heart-pounding topic had already fallen asleep.

Liang Qingqing's defenseless sleeping face was particularly peaceful. Her face was red due to the fever, but as the medicine began to take effect, the red gradually disappeared, and her breathing slowly became even and steady. Her long black hair was spread on the pillow, and she was a little more peaceful than usual.

A strand of hair stuck to her face, and it was probably a little itchy, so she frowned in her sleep and reached out her hand from under the quilt to fiddle with it twice, but it didn't work.

Fan Yanxing, who was standing beside the bed, hurried to help, but as soon as his rough fingertips touched the hair, she grabbed it, and her soft, hot palm pressed tightly against him. During the movement, Liang Qingqing's lips also moved over, and the two full lips brushed against his fingertips, like a breeze blowing through his heart, making it float quickly, dancing in the air again and again.

Fan Yanxing knew very well that when facing an unconscious woman, what he should do now was to pull his hand out immediately and leave the ward, but his whole body seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

He looked greedily at the sleeping woman, suppressing his uncontrollable rapid breathing. At this moment, he finally figured out why he always had inappropriate thoughts and emotions when facing her.

"Liang Qingqing, I like you."

He didn't know when he had this thought, but from the moment he realized it, he couldn't stop.

*

The morning in the rain was gray, and the early birds stood on the windowsill, waving their wings to shake off the raindrops on their feathers, chirping happily, but accidentally disturbed the peace of others.

Liang Qingqing frowned and turned around, pulling the quilt over her head. The noise suddenly became much quieter, but she couldn't fall asleep. After coughing twice, she slowly opened her eyes and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar fabric through the gap in the quilt.

She suddenly opened the quilt and saw a dark head lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

"Fan Yanxing?" She called out tentatively, but got no response. She pursed her lips and thought to herself, could he have slept here all night? But then she thought it was impossible, so she reached out and poked his arm.

"Wake up. If you're sleepy, go back to bed."

This time, Fan Yanxing was finally woken up. He raised his head in confusion. His first reaction when he saw her was to reach out and cover her forehead with his hand, then touched his own hand. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "The fever is gone."

"How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Liang Qingqing shook her head blankly, then nodded, "It's okay, just my throat hurts, and I had a little cough just now."

"It's not a big problem. Take some medicine for two days and it will be fine." After that, Fan Yanxing asked softly, "Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink some water?"

"Not very thirsty." Liang Qingqing keenly noticed that something was wrong with Fan Yanxing, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Anyway, his tone was so gentle that made her feel uncomfortable. Could it be...