Qiao Ran slept until the next morning.
She moved her fingers and slowly opened her eyes.
All I saw was a sea of white, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.
Qiao Ran's brain froze for a few seconds, and he vaguely remembered yesterday's game.
Shouldn't I be on the court? I think I won the game, and then...
The events that followed were a bit fragmented and Qiao Ran couldn't remember them.
She wanted to raise her hand, only to find that her hand was being held by someone.
Turning around, she saw Pei Yan sleeping beside the bed, holding her hand without loosening his grip at all.
Only then did Qiao Ran realize that this seemed to be a hospital.
She tried not to disturb Pei Yan, and slowly supported herself with the strength of her other hand to sit up. After taking a long breath, she reached out and reached for Pei Yan's coat, which was draped at the end of the bed.
During the process, Qiao Ran tried to be as careful as possible to avoid disturbing Pei Yan who was still resting.
But even so, when the coat covered Pei Yan, he still felt it and woke up suddenly.
"Awake?" Pei Yan was on guard against Qiao Ran waking up at any time, so he didn't sleep very soundly.
He quickly reached out and placed his hand on Qiao Ran's forehead, which seemed to be a little too warm.
"Do you want to scare me to death?" Pei Yan wanted to blame him, but seeing Qiao Ran like this, he couldn't bear it.
"What happened to me?" Qiao Ran asked tentatively. "I just remember that we won in the end... so why did I end up in the hospital?"
"You're so careless! You didn't even know you had a fever, and you said you just caught a cold?" Pei Yan forced himself to swallow his words of blame and sighed helplessly, "I really don't know how you lived alone before."
Qiao Ran knew he was in the wrong and did not refute.
Finally, he pulled Pei Yan's sleeve and said, "I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry with me..."
"Okay... How can I bear to be angry with you." Seeing Qiao Ran like this, Pei Yan couldn't even say a harsh word, let alone get angry.
"Are you still feeling unwell? Are you hungry? If you want something to eat, I'll buy it for you."
After hearing what Pei Yan said, Qiao Ran actually felt a little hungry.
"I want to eat fried dough sticks and wontons."
"No, fried dough sticks are too greasy." Pei Yan put on his coat and poured Qiao Ran a glass of warm water. "Drink some water first. I'll go buy you some wontons and be back soon. If you feel any discomfort, ring the bell to call the nurse."
Seeing Pei Yan giving instructions like an old father, Qiao Ran couldn't help but laugh: "I know, I'm not a child anymore."
"If you're not a child, why are you kicking off the quilt? You don't know how serious your illness is?" Pei Yan retorted.
Qiao Ran didn't say anything back, but took two sips of water from the cup.
It's not just the stomach that's warmed, but the whole heart as well.
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Pei Yan was afraid that Qiao Ran would have to wait too long, so he trotted all the way there.
Fortunately, there was a breakfast stall opposite the hospital. Pei Yan ordered a bowl of small wontons without any spicy sauce, and added a boiled egg to the wontons. Then he returned to the ward without stopping.
As a result, as soon as I entered the ward, I saw that the small table specially used for patients to eat had been set up next to Qiao Ran's bed, with a pink thermos on it, steaming hot.
Next to it was a box of cut fruits, all of which were freshly harvested that season.
Pei Yan remembered that Moran had contacted him yesterday. He glanced at the time and thought that his good friend Qiao Ran was worried about him and came during the earliest visiting time.
"Your friend?" Pei Yan walked over and placed the wontons on the small table.
Qiao Ran shook his head at him with an embarrassed look on his face.
Before Pei Yan could understand what Qiao Ran's expression meant, he was slapped hard on the back.
"I asked you to take good care of him, and this is how you do it? You ended up sending him to the hospital?"
This familiar voice...
Pei Yan turned around and saw his mother standing there wearing sunglasses and a mask, holding a freshly washed bowl and spoon in her hands.
"Mom? Why are you here?"
"Qiao Qiao fainted, how can I still be in the mood to film? You are clumsy and have been a master since you were a child. How can you take care of others?"
Mother Pei pushed her son away with disgust and poured out the porridge from the thermos.
"This is the porridge I asked my aunt to make specially. She said it's specially made for patients to supplement their nutrition. Try it. If it suits your taste, I'll ask my aunt to make it and send it to you in the next few days."
"Thank you, Auntie. There's no need to be so troublesome. I'm fine..." Qiao Ran was overwhelmed. He really couldn't stand Pei Yan's mother's enthusiasm.
She was under so much pressure that she didn't know what to do with her hands as she sat there.
and……
Compared to the bland-looking porridge, she was more craving the wontons that Pei Yan bought.
"It's not a trouble. We're not at home most of the time, and it's rare for Auntie to have the opportunity to show her talents. I'm so happy." Mother Pei simply sat down next to her, showing no intention of leaving.
Pei Yan noticed Qiao Ran's discomfort and pulled his mother up: "Mom, please go back quickly. You're burning up Dad's budget by running out in the middle of filming."
"Your dad doesn't need that little money..."
"Instead of wasting the money, why not buy something for Qiao Ran?" Pei Yan completely controlled his mother. "Look, your porridge has been delivered. Qiao Ran is feeling better now, as you've seen. It's time to go back. Otherwise, you'll be trending again, and you might even cause trouble for Qiao Ran. The doctor says she needs to rest."
Qiao Ran quickly agreed: "Yes, Auntie, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it. I'm in very good spirits now and I'm fine."
"Alright, alright." Mother Pei glanced at her son and said, "I know what you're thinking. I won't be a third wheel for you anymore."
Turning around, he smiled and said to Qiao Ran, "Qiao Qiao, have a good rest. Remember to drink the porridge while it's hot."
"Got it, thank you, Auntie."
"We're family, why be so polite?" Mother Pei put her bag on her back and patted Pei Yan again. "I'm leaving first. Take good care of them."
After seeing off Mother Pei, Qiao Ran breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "Auntie just came in and scared me."
"My mom is like that. She loves you like her own daughter. It would be strange if she didn't come." Pei Yan opened the wontons. "But I didn't expect her to come so early in the morning."
Qiao Ran looked at the porridge, then at the wontons, and was in a dilemma: "Although I'm hungry, I can't eat two bowls..."
"Eat what you want. I'll have the porridge. Then tell my mom you drank it all."
Qiao Ran pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll have a taste... after all, it's a token of my aunt's love."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Pei Yan sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Qiao Ran's mouth, "Be careful, it's hot."
Qiao Ran ate the porridge from the spoon with Pei Yan's hand and smacked his lips: "It tastes pretty good..."
"Are you eating wontons or porridge?"
"Eat wontons."
Pei Yan had just run in such a hurry, Qiao Ran thought that he couldn't let Pei Yan's trip be in vain.
"Do you still want me to feed you?"
"No... no need, no need! I can do it myself." Qiao Ran opened the box of wontons by himself and started eating them in small bites.
Pei Yan chuckled, holding the thermos bucket his mother had sent him, and continued to drink the porridge with the spoon that Qiao Ran had just used.
"Captain, can I be discharged from the hospital now?" After eating the hot wontons, Qiao Ran felt better and began to think about today's game.
Pei Yan rejected the proposal immediately without hesitation.
"No, you still need to hang a few bottles of water today. The doctor said that you need to stay in the hospital for another day for observation after you are fully recovered."
"Then...what about the competition!" Qiao Ran put down the spoon and suddenly became anxious.
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