"So what if it's wet? Hurry up and work, stop talking nonsense. If everyone is like you, do we still want to do business?" Fat Liu scolded.
Huang Dehan sat on a small stool with his head down, angry but not daring to speak.
The wet clothes on my body were dripping with water.
It was so uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to my body.
Seeing that Huang Dehan was still taking his time to wash the dishes, Liu Xiaopang threatened: "If you don't wash the dishes, I'll deduct your salary!"
Huang Dehan endured it again and again, picked up the bowl and started washing it.
It takes a whole day to wash, and all the wet clothes on the body are dried by the body temperature.
When Huang Dehan returned to the dormitory at night, he lay on the bed and couldn't get up. He felt sore all over and dizzy.
He touched his forehead and it was hot as fire.
Oops, I have a fever!
He quickly struggled to get up, took his backpack and found the cold medicine inside.
Fortunately, he brought some medicine when he smuggled in, otherwise he would be penniless now and wouldn't even have money to buy medicine.
He took out the water he brought back from the restaurant and swallowed it with the medicine.
After taking the medicine, he soon fell asleep.
Didn't even take a shower.
When I woke up the next day, my head still hurt.
Huang Dehan struggled to sit up, feeling sticky and smelly.
He wanted to take a shower, but forgot that he was sleeping on the upper bunk. He stepped on empty air and fell off the bunk.
With a "bang", his head hit the floor heavily.
Huang Dehan suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.
The people in the same dormitory saw it and rushed forward to check.
"Hey, wake up!" someone shouted, patting his cheek.
"What should we do? He seems to have fainted. Should we take him to the hospital?"
"Send it to a hospital, do you have money?"
"No!"
"If you don't have it, then what are you talking about?"
"But what if he dies?"
"If he's dead, he's dead. What else can I do?"
"So what should we do now? Should we tell Sister Ping?"
"I don't want to get into this trouble. If you want to go, go by yourself. I still have to go to work."
"I don't have time either. I still have to go to work."
"Me too."
Soon, everyone in the dormitory left, leaving only Lowe.
"Fuck! You people have no conscience." Lowe cursed.
He reached out and felt Huang Dehan's breath.
Feeling that there was still breath, he felt relieved.
Not dead yet.
He moved Huang Dehan to sleep on his lower bunk and then went to work.
There was no way he would take leave for an unrelated person, so helping him to bed was already the greatest kindness he could show.
When Liu Xiaopang didn't see Huang Dehan coming to work, he asked Luo Wei, "Why didn't Dong Ping come to work?"
"He fell from the upper bunk and fainted," said Lowe.
"Fuck! He's really bad at nothing. He even fell on the bed. He's so fucking stupid." Fat Liu cursed.
"He is lucky. He survived the fall from the upper bunk," said Lowe.
"It would be better if he died. He is so slow in doing things. It's so annoying!"
Liu Xiaopang's face was full of dissatisfaction with Huang Dehan.
Huang Dehan didn't wake up until the afternoon.
He was really lucky and didn't die.
My head still hurts a bit though.
He shook his aching head and sat up by supporting himself on the bed with his hands.
The fever subsided, but he broke out in sweat again and smelled terrible. Huang Dehan got up from the bed, walked to his own bed, took a set of clean clothes, and went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.
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