Whether before or after she transmigrated into the book, Bai Yan always considered herself an independent woman.
Strength should be her essential weapon.
The last time Ruan Xiaohui caused her to have a high fever, she didn't even make a sound.
Why is it that now that Meng Hechuan is holding my arm and asking me softly, I feel a sour and aggrieved feeling at the tip of my nose?
I don’t know if she really didn’t have the strength or if she was afraid that Meng Hechuan would discover her physiological tear incontinence.
Bai Yan didn't dare to open her eyes and could only lean on him.
He hummed weakly twice, "It seems so. You found out."
She also reached out to touch her forehead, but touched the back of his hand which he had not yet moved away.
The tips of her fingers just touched his palm, and Meng Hechuan didn't hesitate and directly grabbed her wrist.
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In fact, there were signs of illness already.
She had nightmares almost every night during this period and was very resistant to Ruan Xiaohui.
As long as Ruan Xiaohui was in the room, Bai Yan dared not fall asleep.
Sometimes I can only take a nap for two or three hours a night.
When Bai Yan woke up this morning, she felt dizzy.
When Aunt Zhang took the water-soaked pomelo leaves and sprinkled them on her body, goose bumps appeared on her arms one after another.
But at that time, Bai Yan thought that she was just feeling the coolness brought by the water.
Looking back now, she must have started having a fever around that time.
At noon, Meng Hechuan dragged Bai Yan to the cafeteria. Under his "coercion", Bai Yan ate the only normal meal in the past few days.
It is because of this that she has the energy to work from afternoon to evening.
But in the end, being sick is being sick, and your strength will eventually run out.
At this moment, it felt like there was a small knife in Bai Yan's throat, cutting through her throat every time she swallowed.
"How did you find out I was sick?"
Bai Yan hadn't spoken for a long time, and as soon as she spoke, the itchiness in her throat swept over her.
She could no longer bear it and she coughed violently, almost leaning against Meng Hechuan's chest.
The ground shook Meng Hechuan's chest and it was trembling slightly.
The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, casting patches of light on the man's face.
It reflected the expression on his face that was difficult to tell whether it was sunny or cloudy.
Meng Hechuan pursed his lips, exhaled lightly, raised his hand and patted her thin back to help her breathe.
"You didn't even know you were sick, how ridiculous!" Looking at Bai Yan's expression, Meng Hechuan confirmed his guess.
She is indeed sick!
From the moment they had lunch together in the cafeteria at noon, he felt that Bai Yan was a little different from usual.
There was some subtle tiredness and listlessness hidden in those eyes that were usually cunning and bright.
When he was about to be photographed in the classroom in the afternoon, he happened to hold Bai Yan's hand.
Her hands were soft and boneless, and their temperature was unusually high.
Meng Hechuan had heard Madam Meng and An Qi chatting before, saying that women have cold bodies and their hands and feet are more likely to get colder than men in winter.
Why does Bai Yan feel as hot as a stove?
Once the weird idea came out, even the focus changed.
He stared at Bai Yan's equally red cheeks for a long time, and finally an idea came to his mind: is she sick?
But later, she was still able to stand on the podium and talk with Wei Wei calmly, and even hold the microphone and sing in front of everyone.
Meng Hechuan was confused again.
In his heart, he sneered at himself for being too sentimental and thinking too much.
After the mobilization meeting was over, he followed Lu Jili and left.
Along the way, Lu Jili kept cursing Wei Wei in a roundabout way, saying that Wei Wei was a real foreigner and Tan He'an was a fake foreigner.
They were scolded for receiving a capitalist education since childhood, loving Chinese culture but not knowing how to devote themselves to serving the country.
But while he was cursing, Meng Hechuan, who was originally walking side by side with him, suddenly turned around and said, "I forgot to take my things. You go first."
Meng Hechuan left Lu Jili behind and strode back to the door of the exchange class.
The classroom that was crowded in the afternoon was now empty with only the lights on.
He gently pushed the door open and looked inside. In the huge classroom, Bai Yan was the only one left.
She supported her left temple with one hand and massaged it gently.
He held a pen in his right hand and made final comments on the information of all the students.
Bai Yan's shoulders and back were a little slumped, not as straight as when she was facing the crowd just now.
It's like a wounded butterfly that can't flap its wings.
"Meng Hechuan..." Bai Yan in his arms finally stopped coughing, but her body began to tremble.
She didn't care about being polite at all, and called Meng Hechuan's name with her eyes closed and her breath weak: "I'm cold."
Meng Hechuan retracted his lips and pursed them tightly.
He is averse to stupidity, and hates people who can't figure things out and can't even take care of their own bodies.
But Chief Engineer Meng, who had been stern with his team members, just looked at Bai Yan helplessly, "You are not a child anymore, can't you take care of your own body?"
The longer she stood, the weaker Bai Yan felt.
It even seemed like he could hardly stand.
Since there is a human-shaped sandbag next to you, it would be foolish not to make use of it.
Bai Yan put all her weight on Meng Hechuan and grumbled aggrievedly, "Isn't it because I'm afraid of delaying the exchange class? If I do, you'll blame me. Besides, I really didn't expect that I would be sick again..."
Meng Hechuan's chest choked, and after a long while he stiffly replied, "I'm not Huang Shiren, and you're not a donkey in the production team. If you're sick, just rest, and no one will rush you."
"You are the donkey..."
She was so sick that she couldn't even open her eyes, but Bai Yan still didn't want to suffer any loss.
Meng Hechuan curled his lips in a muffled voice, "I'll take you to see a doctor, your body is too hot and you need to reduce the fever."
Bai Yan tried to raise her eyelids, her eyes seemed swollen, "It's just a cold and fever. Do you have ibuprofen now? If not, can you buy me a bottle of Propranolol?"
Meng Hechuan understood the first half of the sentence but not the second half, so he simply thought she was confused due to fever.
"Didn't you say there can't be any delay? Your fever is very high, you must see a doctor." His voice was low and very clear in the night. It was a little hoarse because he had deliberately lowered it, as if it had been burned by fireworks, and it resonated with Bai Yan's heartbeat.
"Let's go, the sooner we go, the sooner we'll be back."
Bai Yan came back to her senses and tried to get away from Meng Hechuan's chest, "I can't open my eyes or walk. I'll be fine after taking some medicine. There's no need to see a doctor."
But her feet were weak and she lost her support, and her whole body felt like she was walking on sand.
Softly.
The next moment it will fall again.
Meng Hechuan let out a light sigh, strode forward, and with a scoop of his long arms, he pulled Bai Yan back into his arms.
It seemed that he had prepared himself mentally, and this time Meng Hechuan did not hesitate any more.
He gently sank and lifted his right arm, and in an instant, Bai Yan's feet were off the ground.
The feeling of weightlessness made her, who was still sick, scream, and she subconsciously raised her hands to hold Meng Hechuan's neck.
The breath exhaled from the nose is hot and burning.
She was a little panicked and struggled slightly, "What are you doing?"
One of her rubberized shoes fell off due to her kicking, "My shoe!"
Chief Engineer Meng, on the other hand, looked calm and even raised his hand slightly to adjust his posture because of her movement.
Finally, he half-bent his knees, took out his left hand to pick up Bai Yan's shoes, and held her tightly with his right hand, but very steadily.
"In the army, when comrades are in need, this dead body hugging position can be the fastest way to get the injured or needy comrades away. I'm going to take you to see a doctor now."
The charming atmosphere was instantly broken after he finished his explanation.
Even though Bai Yan's eyes were swollen from burning, she couldn't help but lift her eyelids and roll her eyes at him.
She lowered her head in despair and let him walk forward with his arms around her.
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