stonecrandall Chapter 125 Illness
Chapter 125 Illness
After reconciling with Zhou Mingyan as before, Tong Qian returned to his cheerful appearance.
"Yo, the little boss is here to inspect again?"
When Tong Qian walked into the gate of the factory with his schoolbag on his back, Li Chaoyang, who was looking around, immediately spotted him.
Tong Qian was a little embarrassed: "Don't talk nonsense."
Li Chaoyang now likes to tease that he is the small boss of their company, and every time he comes here, it is "inspection work".
Li Chaoyang smiled and said, "I'm sorry, little boss."
Knowing a person like him, the more he cares about him, the more he teases him.
Tong Qian ignored him and went straight to Zhou Mingyan.
As a result, Niu Ben, the most serious among them, saw him and called out, "Little Boss."
It seems that this nickname cannot be shaken off for the time being.
Tong Qian responded calmly.
"Ah."
Then I have to bypass these messy machines and go to the bedroom inside.
Li Chaoyang stopped him from behind: "Junior brother is lying in the room now, don't go over there."
Tong Qian glanced at the sky outside.
Although the cold wind picked up, there was still some light anyway, and it was only around 6 pm.
Why is Zhou Mingyan lying down in the room?
Li Chaoyang was surprised: "Didn't Junior Brother tell you? He is sick."
I got sick?
Li Chaoyang explained: "Cai Wei went home a few days ago, but she fell ill when she came back. She didn't care, and not only fell down, but also infected us all."
Only then did Tong Qian notice that both Li Chaoyang and Niu Ben had hoarse voices.
Niu Ben kept blowing his nose, and a stack of napkins was piled high on his place.
Seeing that the two tall men were like this, Tong Qian became even more worried about Zhou Mingyan.
But Li Chaoyang stopped him.
"Junior brother specifically explained to me before entering the room that if you come to him, he will not let you in. He said that you are not in good health, and if you get infected, it will be even more troublesome."
What Zhou Mingyan said made sense, and Tong Qian was too embarrassed to insist on going in.
The main reason was that if Zhou Mingyan didn't open the door, it would be embarrassing to shut him out.
He sat beside him holding his schoolbag.
Seeing that Li Chaoyang and Niu Ben were packing up their things, they asked, "Are you planning to go home?"
"En." Niu Ben replied dully.
Li Chaoyang shrugged: "Cai Wei is sick, and she has to bear it hard. As a result, she has a fever of 40 degrees. She was sent to the hospital overnight, and she is still drinking water. The junior brother gave us all a holiday, saying that although the progress is important, the physical more important."
Tong Qian nodded in agreement.
He is a person who has died once, and he knows that life is the most precious thing.
The two slowly packed up their things, and before leaving, Li Chaoyang asked Tong Qianhe if he would go with them.
Tong Qian shook his head resolutely.
He wanted to wait outside for Zhou Mingyan to wake up.
Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Li Chaoyang had no choice but to drive away.
As for Tong Weimin, who was in charge of taking care of them, although he was not infected, he received a call from his hometown two days ago.
Said that his son Tong Zhongshi was ill and told him to go back quickly.
Now, on this thousand-acre land, there are only two living people left, Zhou Mingyan and Tong Qian.
When Zhou Mingyan woke up, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening.
He felt weak and hungry.
After calling twice and no one answered, I realized that everyone else had gone home.
He had no choice but to get up with his weak arms, planning to go to the refrigerator to find something to eat.
When I opened the door, I was taken aback.
I saw Tong Qian sitting on a stool with his schoolbag in his arms. The stool was leaning against the wall next to the door, drowsy.
After waiting for such a long time, the bedroom door finally opened. The bored Tong Qian quickly jumped up, picked up his schoolbag and rushed into the room.
Zhou Mingyan helped his forehead helplessly.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I ask my brother to take you back?"
"I won't go," Tong Qian asked, "Why didn't you tell me when you were sick, and you plan to lock yourself here until you get well?"
Zhou Mingyan explained in a hoarse voice: "I'm going home because I'm afraid I'll infect you with the virus."
Tong Qian frowned: "You have to figure it out, you are a patient, what should you do if you are alone here and no one will take care of you."
Zhou Mingyan: "My physique has always been good, and I should be fine in two days."
Tong Qian: "It's said that people who don't usually get sick are the scariest when they get sick. Look at you now, how scary you are."
He didn't exaggerate, Zhou Mingyan was bowed now, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were pale, his skin was dry and cracked, and he looked very haggard.
It made Tong Qian feel distressed.
He put down his schoolbag and walked over, trying to take Zhou Mingyan's body temperature, but the other party avoided him.
Zhou Mingyan refused: "Your health is not good, in case the infection is transmitted to you..."
Tong Qian: "Are you looking down on me?"
"No," Zhou Mingyan said helplessly, "If you fall ill too, who will take care of me?"
Tong Qian was a little happy to hear what he said, but he deliberately kept a straight face.
"Who said I have to take care of you, it's better to let you fend for yourself."
Zhou Mingyan looked at his face, showing a weak smile.
"Well, let me fend for myself."
With that said, he was about to turn around and go out.
"Why are you going?"
Zhou Mingyan pointed to his protesting belly: "Find something to eat, if it doesn't work, find something to drink."
Seeing his figure swaying, it seemed that he was about to fall down.
Tong Qian pouted, chased after him and pushed him back to the bed.
"I've already cooked the porridge, and I'll bring it to you later."
Zhou Mingyan leaned on the head of the bed and praised without hesitation.
"It's really virtuous."
What responded to him was a pillow thrown by Tong Qian.
"Get out! If it wasn't for your illness, who would care about you!"
Perhaps because he inherited Wang Pingping's culinary talent, Tong Qian's cooking skills are quite good.
Even a simple serving of white rice porridge can be cooked so smooth and tender that it melts in the mouth.
Zhou Mingyan has a fever now, and his sense of taste has also failed, so it's hard to tell if the taste is good or bad.
But he still boasted: "It smells so good."
Tong Qian was still a little angry that he concealed the fact that he was sick. It can be seen that the person who is usually alive and kicking is so weak now, and he can't help but feel distressed.
"Are you still running a fever?"
Since he didn't have a thermometer in his hand, Tong Qian leaned over and put his forehead against Zhou Mingyan's, using this ancient method to test his body temperature.
While breathing and talking, the two looked at each other.
For some reason, Zhou Mingyan's eyes became brighter.
Tong Qian blushed suddenly.
He quickly looked away, lowered his head and said, "It seems that you still have a low fever. Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"
Zhou Mingyan shook his head.
"I feel much better. I'll catch up on sleep tonight. If I still have a fever tomorrow, it's not too late to go see it again."
Tong Qian suddenly laughed.
"You also said that I'm afraid of going to the hospital, don't you think you don't want to go too?"
Zhou Mingyan smiled faintly.
The hospital was his lingering nightmare.