Chapter 686: Feeling Uneasy The door of the emergency room was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a middle-aged female doctor wearing a mask walked out.
"Doctor, how is she?"
Ma Hongxia squeezed to the front, tears welling up in her eyes: "Doctor, my daughter..."
"The patient's name is Liu Xiaohua, right? She's not in immediate danger of death. She's fainted due to a high fever, her temperature reaching 39.8 degrees Celsius. The preliminary diagnosis is acute bronchitis triggered by a severe cold. Combined with overwork, her body is a bit weak, and she couldn't handle it all at once."
Hearing this, Zhao Rui and Ma Hongxia almost breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their bodies feeling a little limp.
"Then...then now..." Zhao Rui asked quickly.
"I've been given a fever-reducing injection. I need to be hospitalized for a few days for observation."
The doctor said, pulling out a few documents from his white coat pocket, "Let's go through the hospitalization procedures. Who wants to meet her family?"
"She's her mother." Ma Hongxia responded quickly.
"Go and do it!" Zhao Rui almost rushed to take the documents printed on blue carbon paper from the doctor's hands. He moved so quickly that he was afraid that others would compete with him.
He glanced at the words "Prepayment of hospitalization fee 30 yuan" stamped in red at the end of the receipt and reached into his pocket without hesitation.
Lu Qingyang pressed his shoulder and whispered, "Come on, Xiaohua's employee."
When he came back after completing the formalities, Liu Xiaohua had already been transferred to the internal medicine ward.
That large ward was furnished with seven or eight iron beds, and the air was filled with disinfectant and a faint smell of medicine.
Liu Xiaohua was lying on a bed by the window, her eyes closed, her face still pale, but her breathing seemed steadier.
Ma Hongxia sat on a small stool beside the bed, holding her daughter's hand that had not received the injection, stroking it gently, her eyes still red.
Zhao Rui walked over lightly, stood at the end of the bed, and looked at him silently.
There were other patients and their families in the ward, talking in low voices, and the sound of a broadcast "...striving to achieve the general tasks of the new era..." could be faintly heard from the radio.
Lu Qingyang and Shen Mo did not follow into the ward, considerately giving them space.
After a while, the nurse came to take my temperature.
Zhao Rui immediately stepped forward nervously and asked, "Comrade, has her temperature dropped a bit?"
The nurse checked the mercury thermometer and said, "It's less than 38 degrees Celsius, much higher than before. Once the fever subsides, the patient will slowly wake up. Just one of you family members can stay here to watch over him. Don't crowd him in here."
Ma Hongxia nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you comrade."
After the nurse left, the ward became quiet.
Zhao Rui didn't find a stool, but just stood against the cold wall, his eyes never leaving Liu Xiaohua's face.
Ma Hongxia looked at him and sighed: "Xiao Zhao, today is all thanks to you... otherwise you..."
She choked up a little as she spoke.
"Auntie, please don't say that. This is what you should do. You...you shouldn't have noticed Xiaohua was feeling unwell earlier."
Ma Hongxia shook her head: "This child is stubborn and won't tell anyone when she's sick..."
Looking at Zhao Rui's dejected and forced expression, she seemed to understand something and stopped talking.
Outside the ward door, the lights in the corridor were slightly dim.
Chen Mo and Lu Qingyang did not go far, but considerately stood by the window a little further away, which not only gave the people inside space, but also allowed them to help in time when needed.
Shen Mo looked at the scene in the ward through the small glass window on the door. Zhao Rui leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the bed, his eyes focused and filled with heartache.
"Qingyang, it seems like your classmate is treating Xiaohua..."
Lu Qingyang followed her gaze and glanced into the ward, a knowing smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
He had seen the signs long ago, and was even more certain now.
Lu Qingyang said calmly: "Let it be. All we can do is give them a way out. The key is up to them."
He paused and added, "However, although Zhao Rui is sometimes a little stupid, he has good intentions and a clean family background. If he really wants to do something wrong, it won't be a bad thing."
Zhao Rui's family background is not as simple as it seems, it is considered top-notch.
In comparison, Xiaohua is much more ordinary.
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The next day, in the physics department classroom of Jingcheng University.
The sun shone through the tall windows, casting a few slanting beams of light in the air filled with chalk dust.
On the podium, the old professor was explaining the difficult learning problems in a rhythmic manner, and the blackboard was filled with his writing.
Zhao Rui sat in his usual seat in the back row of the classroom, with a notebook spread out in front of him and a pen in his hand, but his eyes were distracted, not focused on the densely packed formulas, and he didn't write a single word for a long time.
He couldn't fit any Newton's laws or calculus into his head.
What was swaying before my eyes was Liu Xiaohua's face, as pale as paper yesterday.
He was worried about whether her fever had subsided, whether her appetite was good, and whether she had a cough again... His mind had already flown to the hospital ward several kilometers away.
Lu Qingyang, who was sitting next to him, saw clearly how distracted he was.
When Zhao Rui was in class, his eyes always followed the professor, he took notes very quickly, and from time to time he would frown and think. He was a well-known hardworking student in the class.
But today, he seemed like a different person, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away, leaving only an empty shell sitting in the classroom.
"...So, what does this product term represent here? Mr. Zhao Rui, please explain."
The old professor's voice suddenly called the roll, echoing in the quiet classroom.
All the classmates' eyes, including Lu Qingyang's, were all directed towards Zhao Rui.
However, Zhao Rui did not react at all, still immersed in his own world, with a slightly frowned brow and a blank look in his eyes, obviously not hearing anything at all.
"Student Zhao Rui?" The professor raised his voice and tapped the podium with his fingers.
Lu Qingyang nudged him lightly with his elbow under the table.
Zhao Rui suddenly came to his senses. Facing the professor's dissatisfied look and the gaze of the whole class, he stood up hurriedly, and the chair legs scraped against him with a harsh sound.
"Professor..." He opened his mouth, but his mind was blank. He had no idea what the question was, let alone the answer.
He hadn't heard a word I said just now.
"I'm asking about the physical meaning of this product term here."
The professor looked at him, who was obviously not in the right state, and frowned even more tightly, with a tone of obvious displeasure:
"Zhao Rui, you have to pay attention in class. How can you learn well if your mind is wandering? Sit down!"
The professor's criticism was not harsh, but it made Zhao Rui blush instantly and feel ashamed.
He sat down hesitantly, lowered his head in shame, and clenched the pen tightly in his fingers.
A few very low whispers were heard in the classroom.
Everyone was a little surprised. After all, Zhao Rui was one of the recognized top students in the class, and this kind of situation had never happened in the classroom before.
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