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Taking this into consideration, Shang Yinhe simply ran to the bathroom to take this qualified potion, so as not to pollute the house with black mud or the like.

The result after taking the medicine was very emotional for him——

There is no black mud or bloodshot, but I have had diarrhea several times in a row, sweating profusely, exhausted, dizzy—wait, maybe it’s not dizziness because of diarrhea, but...

Instead, he just had a mild fever.

Sitting on the toilet, Shang Yinhe tried his forehead with the back of his hand—it was so hot, it was really uncomfortable.

He leaned on the wall, walked out of the bathroom with difficulty, took out the thermometer, and took a test under his armpit.

38.2°C, considered a moderate fever.

Faced with this kind of low-grade fever, which was probably caused by extraordinary medicine, Shang Yinhe didn't dare to see a doctor, and he didn't dare to take medicine indiscriminately. Alone at home, he could only get himself a cup of hot water and put it on the bed, put a wet towel on his forehead to reduce the fever physically, and then hid under the thick quilt, trying to solve the problem by covering his sweat everything.

Time passed quickly in the drowsy sleep, and the doorbell rang again and again, waking Shang Yinhe up from the sweet sleep.

He struggled to get up, put on thick clothes, and opened the door in a daze.

Outside the door is Lao Liu, the uncle's driver, and Shang Yinhe is quite familiar with him. He forced a smile: "I'll tidy up my things and come out right away."

The driver, Old Liu, smiled politely: "Take your time, there is no rush."

When I feel dizzy, my temper, which is usually very restrained, will come up a little bit. Shang Yinhe simply took this polite remark seriously.

He went to brush his teeth and wash his face first, and the hot water splashed on his face, washing away the last trace of drowsiness. After a drowsy sleep, his image was messed up, and he was sweating profusely under the heavy quilt. Looking at himself in the mirror, Shang Yinhe was not satisfied with how he looked - after all, he was going to the old house this time, and he didn't want to show too much embarrassment in the old house.

So he simply ignored the driver Lao Liu who was waiting in the living room, went straight into the bathroom and took a shower, then slowly licked his hair before walking out of the bathroom.

Ignoring Lao Liu who was waiting in the living room, Shang Yinhe retested his body temperature: 38.0°C, it seemed to be getting better, but he was still in a low-grade fever.

"Hey, do you have a fever?" Lao Liu noticed his body temperature and asked cautiously, "Have you seen a doctor?"

Shang Yinhe put away the thermometer and replied nonchalantly: "Low fever, nothing to worry about."

The driver, Old Liu, hesitated for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "Pay attention to your body, drink plenty of hot water."

Hearing this omnipotent cliché, Shang Yinhe smiled, and he smiled politely: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

After the awkward conversation ended, Lao Liu obviously wanted to find something to say, but Shang Yinhe didn't have the heart to respond. What annoys him the most is the sympathetic eyes of others—yes, he is not loved by his father or mother, but he lives well by himself, and he doesn't need anyone's sympathy at all.

Only the weak need sympathy.

The wind circled around his fingertips, dancing the lightest dance.

Later, Lao Liu no longer had nothing to talk about, and they drove all the way to the old house in silence.

The old house is not too far from his university, about 2 hours' drive away. When Shang Yinhe was choosing a university, he really wanted to choose a place far away from the old house. But the best universities in Huaguo are located in the Imperial Capital and the Modal Capital. His mother lives in the Imperial Capital, and the merchant’s old house is in the Modal Capital. If he wants to avoid both, he can only choose a less good university. up.

And he only wants to choose the top and TOP schools.

Otherwise, what was the use of his hard-working studies since he was a child?

After hesitating for a long time, between his mother and the merchant's old house, Shang Yinhe finally chose the magic city where the merchant's old house was located. Anyway, his father wouldn't come to the old merchant's house a few times a year. Compared with it, the Magic City is more acceptable.

To his surprise, his irresponsible father was not in the old house. The uncle said to Shang Yinhe with an embarrassed expression: "Your father is coming from abroad, you know, the plane ticket to return to China It's hard to buy right now."

Shang Yinhe, who was suffering from a low fever, really wanted to reply directly, "You don't have to explain to him", but seeing Tang Shu's slightly embarrassed expression, he swallowed the sentence back.

"It doesn't matter," he said at last, "he's the same as he is without him."

In the bustling old house, he was the only one sitting alone, like a complete outsider, listening to those slightly heated discussions.

"...It's even more unsafe to move abroad. Huaguo is already one of the most orderly countries in the world!"

"...Ghosts believe in the end of the world!"

"...Military-related stocks have been soaring recently, you should pay attention to this..."

Listening, Shang Yinhe smiled.

In a state of low fever, his thoughts are very paranoid and sensitive, and various thoughts that would never appear in the past are running around in his mind:

the end of the world?

Hahahaha, what a big joke.

You will never know the truth behind all this.

The light shone on his face, and at this moment, his smile looked so sunny and warm.

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