Life With You

Ling Yue took Qiao Aiwen to the outpatient clinic to see a doctor. The doctor saw the two of them coming in, and immediately smiled meaningfully, as if he could see why Ling Yue ran down and said hello.

While taking the temperature, the doctor smiled and asked Ling Yue: "Are you girlfriend?"

Qiao Aiwen deliberately showed a calm look, but in fact, her ears were already erected.

Ling Yue stood by and replied as usual: "Friend."

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips in her heart, but she didn't expect him to admit anything, saying that a friend is better than any patient or friend of a friend.

Seeing that Ling Yue didn't wear a coat, the doctor asked again: "You have to wear so little and come down. Don't be afraid of the air conditioner on the top, and the bottom is cold. Don't look back and you have a cold again.

Ling Yue said lightly: "It's okay."

When he said this, Qiao Aiwen realized later that Ling Yue only wore a high-collar cashmere sweater and a white coat, and accompanied her all the way.

Turning her head to look at him, she said, "You go back."

This was the second word she took the initiative to say to him after the two met today. Ling Yue looked at her and said: "I will send you to the quiet room later."

Qiao Aiwen's body temperature was measured, 38 degrees and two, fever, the doctor added another injection of anti-fever medicine.

The two went out of the consultation room. Ling Yue sent her to the quiet room first and said, "You find a place to sit down first, and I will help you get the medicine."

Qiao Aiwen has been holding her breath and getting angry these days, her throat has become irritated, and her voice is a little hoarse: "No, I will go by myself. You can go upstairs."

Ling Yue looked at her face that looked like a stone falling, and he couldn't tell, and said, "I take medicine faster than you."

Qiao Aiwen lowered her head to open the bag, took out the wallet from it, did not count it, it could almost look like seven or eight hundred, and handed it to him: "Thank you."

Ling Yue only felt that a nasty qi was breeding from the bottom of his heart and spreading quickly to the internal organs. It was obviously qi, but he felt painful and distressed.

He thought of the coffee shop under the mall that day, she was like now, as if using money to draw a line from him.

If it weren't for her illness, Ling Yue would really go crazy. At this moment, he completely forgot. In fact, there is no special relationship between them. She is sick, why should he pay?

Qiao Aiwen looked at someone with a sullen face and turned around and left, took back the money in her hand slowly, and glanced at it. She turned around and walked into the quiet spot room. She might have been too entertaining just now, and she felt angry. Die him.

Seeing Ling Yue's suffocation, Qiao Aiwen feels a little relieved, otherwise her suffocation has been in vain these days.

Recently, this batch of flu is very serious. The quiet spot room is sitting in the middle to the back for 40-50% of the patients. There are adults and children, but everyone is reluctant to sit forward because the front is close to the door, which is a vent.

Qiao Aiwen didn't care about that much, she picked a seat in the middle of the first row, because it was the most spacious, and she could still see the TV when she looked up.

Just sitting down, the phone rang, Qiao Aiwen glanced at the caller displayed on the screen and opened the access button: "Hey, Brother Bao."

Yuan Bao's voice came from the phone: "I heard Brother Sheng said you have a cold. Is it better?"

Qiao Aiwen said: "It's okay, but my throat hurts a bit."

Yuan Bao asked: "Where are you? I'll go see you."

Qiao Aiwen said: "No, I'm really fine, you can be busy with you."

Yuan Bao said, "What are you polite with me? I'll take a look and give you something delicious."

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips and replied with a smile: "Thank you Brother Bao, I am in Xiehe, the outpatient clinic."

"Okay, wait for a while."

"OK Bye Bye."

Ling Yue walked in from the outside carrying the medicine bag, and saw Qiao Aiwen sitting in the first row at a glance. She didn't know who was talking on the phone, her face was smiling.

Hanging up the phone, Qiao Aiwen caught a glimpse of Ling Yue coming in, and subconsciously withdrew her smile. With just such a small detail, Ling Yue succeeded in ‘retaining grudges’.

Ling Yue called the nurse to come over. When the nurse saw Ling Yue, her eyes were all smiled, and she said in surprise: "Doctor Ling, why are you here?"

Ling Yue replied calmly: "Thank you for getting the injection for her."

The nurse saw Qiao Aiwen and asked Ling Yue: "Are you girlfriend?"

Ling Yue's face was expressionless: "No."

This time it was decisive, and even friends didn't talk about it.

Qiao Aiwen's heart is upset, but the nurse can see the desperate rebirth, muttering: "This batch of colds have a lot of fever, Dr. Ling, you wear too little, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ling Yue stood aside and said lightly: "It's okay."

Qiao Aiwen didn't know whether to be happy or cry. She could see that Ling Yue treats everyone with this virtue.

The nurse asked Qiao Aiwen to tie her left hand or her right hand, and she said, "Which one doesn't hurt?"

The nurse said: "I will try to make you feel no pain. It is convenient for you."

Qiao Aiwen looked at her two hands, they were really close to each other, she silently counted the changes in her heart, and finally lost her left hand, she raised her left hand.

The injection process was very fast, and it didn't hurt that much. It was scary enough. Qiao Aiwen turned to the right. Ling Yue looked at her appearance and couldn't help but say: "The more you are afraid, the more painful."

After the nurse finished the beating, she pulled back the tourniquet, Qiao Aiwen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put her hand aside.

"Doctor Ling, are you busy today?" the nurse asked him holding the tray.

Ling Yue said: "I'll go up in a while."

After speaking, he looked at Qiao Aiwen: "Have you eaten this morning?"

Qiao Aiwen shook her head and could not speak without speaking. In fact, she drank rock sugar stewed white fungus.

Ling Yue said: "If you don't eat and get injections to stimulate your stomach, I'll buy you something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

Qiao Aiwen's face was light: "No, you can go back to work."

The more calm she refused, the more bored Ling Yue's heart was, as if to meet again, every word she said could poke his heart impartially.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so as not to make himself angry, he turned and left without saying a word.

Qiao Aiwen looked at his back, it was not that she was sad, she just left, she couldn't help but frustrated, but she didn't want to stop him, maybe because her throat hurts and she didn't want to speak, but in fact it was more tired and she didn't want to coax him anymore. .

Looking up at the two bottles of medicine on the sliding shelf, she thought to herself that if the two bottles of medicine were finished, Ling Yue would have turned her face completely before Ling Yue returned.

After sitting for fifteen minutes, a voice came from the door: "Xiao Wen."

It was a man's voice, Qiao Aiwen looked at it and thought it was Ling Yue, even though Ling Yue had never called her that.

Sure enough, he looked intently, the visitor was wearing a gray trench coat, tall, handsome, but not Ling Yue, but Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao carried two big bags of things and walked over. Qiao Aiwen endured the disappointment in her heart and called out, "Brother Bao."

Yuan Bao put down the bag, took off the leather gloves and sat next to her, and asked, "I came here alone?"

Qiao Aiwen said: "Self-reliance."

Yuan Bao smiled: "I bought you Longji's Chaos Noodles, do you want to eat it?"

Qiao Aiwen nodded without suffering: "I want to eat."

He took out the sealed take-out box from the bag, the lid opened, and the gurgling heat gushed out.

Qiao Aiwen gave her an injection with one hand, Yuan Bao handed her a spoon and helped her hold the bowl: "I'll take it, you can eat it."

Qiao Aiwen is used to it. Yuan Bao has been so kind to her since she was a child, and she even pigtailed her when she was a child.

Ling Yue walked in from the outside quickly, afraid that the steamed dumplings just got out of the pot cold, but he had already stepped in a few steps before seeing a man sitting next to Qiao Aiwen, a man helping her to hold the bowl, she was not there yet. Refuse.