The sun was shining brightly outside the window, it was very hot, and there was no shade anywhere as far as the eye could see.

Dazai, who was sitting in the room, was temporarily stopped from having friendly exchanges with partners after hearing Fyodor's sarcastic remarks. Instead, he lowered his head to look at the newspaper in his hand, then raised his head to look at Fyodor, who was sitting on a stool typing on his computer, and finally put the newspaper down.

He asked slowly, "Don't you dry your hair?"

In fact, whether Fyodor wiped his hair or not had nothing to do with him, but in line with the concept of mutual help and progress among partners, Dazai still asked hypocritically.

Fyodor was busy and didn't have time to pay attention to him - of course, it was also possible that he didn't want to pay attention to him, so he replied perfunctorily: "Nothing."

Then he continued to mind his own business, and Dazai was happy to ignore him, so he quickly turned his gaze away and continued reading the newspaper.

In fact, he really wanted to take a photo.

But he is very poor now, and it is estimated that he will continue to be poor in the future.

In short, he didn't have a mobile phone, so after weighing the pros and cons for a while, he had to give up this idea with great regret.

Damn, this scene is really suitable for taking pictures with a mobile phone! !

Dazai looked at Fyodor unwillingly again, but finally went back to doing his own thing.

However, since Fyodor was still not taken care of, and Fyodor himself did not care about his current situation, coupled with the poor living conditions in this hellhole of Leibo Street, the final result was...

Fyodor has a fever.

Yes, I have a fever.

Dazai was awakened by a "bang" in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes reluctantly, he thought that Fyodor had fallen off the bed because he was not sleeping well.

But then he thought, Fyodor had no bed to sleep in.

Ah, yes. There was no bed in this room in this hellhole of Leibo Street.

Not to mention there was no bed, there was only one mattress. Dazai would definitely not give this mattress to Fyodor, and as a "rat" himself, Fyodor had no requirements for living conditions, so he simply lay on the ground and prepared to sleep in his clothes.

But you have to know that in this season, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and Fyodor was drenched in red wine and had no quilt to cover him. Combined with the above reasons, he had a fever in the middle of the night and became unconscious.

Dazai woke up in the middle of the night, thinking that Fyodor had accidentally hit his head while sleeping, and guessed that he must have woken up. He couldn't sleep either, so he wanted to laugh at this guy who didn't sleep well.

But as soon as he got closer, he noticed something was wrong.

Although his night vision is not very strong, his hearing is quite good.

In the vast darkness, Fyodor's heavy breathing was very obvious, but at this distance, Dazai couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

...Feodor doesn't still have asthma.

Listening to the rapid and fragmented breathing, Dazai was even able to free his thoughts and came up with this outrageous yet reasonable guess.

After a while, Dazai finally moved reluctantly to Fyodor's side, stood on the ground indifferently and observed Fyodor's current condition, then reached out and touched his forehead.

Oh, it turns out you have a fever.

Dazai's body is always cold, and no one knows whether it is because he is born weak or because he often goes into the water and his body is depleted.