She Came To My Concert

【c】: This kind of situation has never happened, and I have not encountered any allergic drugs for the time being.

[c]: Where are you now?

【Wishing Book】: Changsheng Street Health Center near the school.

After replying to the message, the taxi just stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Zhu Wenshu carried Ling Siyuan out with difficulty, and it took a lot of effort to get him into the emergency room.

There were not many people in the health center at the moment, and several nurses at the front desk saw the slender Zhu Wenshu half-carrying and half-dragging a little boy in, and hurried forward to help.

From the examination to the diagnosis, Ling Siyuan vomited for a while at noon, and finally successfully hooked up the IV. Zhu Wenshu worked hard for more than half an hour.

When she sat down to rest, Ling Siyuan didn't know whether it was the pain that made her exhausted, or the medicine started to take effect, and her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, but finally she stopped moaning.

"Sleep if you want to sleep."

Zhu Wenshu said, "The teacher is here with you."

Ling Siyuan nodded, moved his dry lips, maybe he wanted to say thank you, but he didn't make a sound, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

In late autumn, the sunlight is sparse, and the half-windows are scattered with shadows.

At this time, there was no one in the treatment room, only a middle-aged woman in the opposite corner was hanging water, and occasionally a nurse came in to fetch things, and the sound of soft-soled shoes was soft.

Zhu Wenshu sat on the chair, accompanied by Ling Siyuan's long breathing, and fell asleep.

She was just concerned that Ling Siyuan needed someone to watch her, so she didn't dare to really sleep, and kept fighting against her willpower, trying her best to keep her eyes open while swiping her phone.

Over time...

Like a little chicken pecking rice, she nodded her head again and again, and she didn't know when the phone slipped into the crack of the chair.

Drowsy, her head tilted and fell down again.

The sense of weightlessness that woke her up every time didn't come, and something warm grabbed her cheeks, grabbing away the fatigue that tore her brain nerves away.

After a while.

Zhu Wenshu suddenly opened his eyes, remembering that Ling Siyuan was still on an IV, she almost fell asleep.

The body suddenly sat up straight, and the warmth on the cheeks was pulled away.

Zhu Wenshu immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at the medicine bag, making sure that it was not finished hanging, and then leaned back on the chair loosely.

Then, belatedly, he turned his head to the right.

The moment Zhu Wenshu saw Ling Chen wearing a peaked cap and a mask, Zhu Wenshu's spine straightened again just as he touched the back of the chair.

"How did you come?"

Seeing Ling Chen asking for the address before, she thought she would arrange for a nanny to come over.

"Why can't I come?"

Ling Chen's fingers hanging at the edge of his trousers trembled twice, and then he put them back into his trouser pockets, "What's his situation now?"

"It should be fine, I slept for a while..."

Just as he was talking, Zhu Wenshu looked at Ling Siyuan and found that he woke up at some point, staring at them with big eyes.

"Yuanyuan, are you awake?"

Ling Siyuan didn't speak, just nodded in a daze.

Ling Chen turned and stepped forward, bent down and touched his forehead, and said to himself, "I'm really sick."

"of course it's true."

Zhu Wenshu stood up quickly, "I can still lie to you."

Ling Chen looked back at her, straightened his lips, and said in a low voice, "I didn't mean you."

He rubbed Ling Siyuan's hair again, "Does it still hurt?"

Ling Siyuan nodded ignorantly, "It doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

"What does it mean to be like, just say it when it hurts."

After finishing speaking, he moved closer, stared into Ling Siyuan's eyes, and whispered, "You are really smart enough to get yourself into the hospital to find trouble for me?"

Ling Siyuan blinked, and finally realized Ling Chen's meaning.

"I don't……"

Hearing the child's weak and aggrieved voice, Zhu Wenshu couldn't hold back, frowned and said, "I have to talk about you now, it's not a big mistake for a child to be greedy, just teach him well, how can you say that?" Looking for something for you?"

"..."

Ling Chen turned his head and met Shang Zhu Wenshu's fierce eyes, pursed his lips and nodded to himself, "OK."

Then he turned around and pulled a chair to the side of the sick bed. After sitting in, he folded his arms and raised his chin towards Zhu Wenshu.

"Come on, teacher, teach him first or teach me?"

Zhu Wenshu opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he thought of something, he turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged woman who was sitting on an IV drip.

Fortunately, that space is empty.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhu Wenshu looked at Ling Chen again, seeing his cocked legs, suffering from an occupational disease, frowned and said, "Put your legs down and sit upright."

"..."

"..."

After the words fell, the two of them froze for a moment at the same time.

Immediately, Ling Chen turned his head, but Zhu Wenshu saw his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved from the side.

"That... I mean, Erlang's legs are not good for the spine. Of course, you can sit like this if you want."

"Of course I listened to Teacher Zhu."

Ling Chen turned his face slowly, looked straight at Zhu Wenshu, lowered his legs under her bewitching gaze, and straightened his waist.

It's just that Zhu Wenshu glanced at his arms that were still folded over his chest, always feeling that what he said sounded yin and yang.

So avoiding Ling Chen's sight, she got up and sat beside Ling Siyuan's sick bed, comforting him softly.

"In the future, if it's too hot in physical education class, take off your coat first, and put it on immediately after exercising, and you can't eat it."

Ice cream, remember? "

Ling Siyuan nodded: "Well, I remember."